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SET-UP

作者: MAFIA FANATIC
last update 公開日: 2026-02-10 23:31:48

(TRISTAN’S POV)

48 hours later.

Moscow, Russia.

I’m going to die.

I don’t know where. Don’t know how. But I feel it in my bones: Hands cold and pale, lips cracked, eyes losing their edge.

In my dreams, Camilla smiles at me like I’m still the boy she used to know. Aurora touches me like we’re lovers. Even Caleb appears, combing my hair for my funeral. A black casket with a thorned rose on top, dripping with blood.

‘Daddy, nothing will happen to you,’ Amanda sobbed last night over the phone.
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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    ALONE IN THE RAIN.

    [DECLAN’S POV] I nod once, fair. “Nina, please.” She shakes her head, and gestures toward my stomach. "If I'm not mistaken, that's a bullet wound." “Yes, but—” "You're being hunted," she continues. "Your father and the commissioner, those aren't people we get involved with, Dec." "Nina," Bolton snaps. "That's Declan you're talking to." "I know exactly who I'm talking to." "He helped us—" "I know what he did!" Her voice rises now, sharp as steel. "He helped us with Jayden's surgery. I haven't forgotten that." "Then—" "But that doesn't mean we throw our lives away!" She scoffs. The words hit harder than they should. I shift slightly. Pain flickers through my side. I don't react. Nina reaches into her bag, pulls out crumpled notes. "I have two thousand." She steps forward, holding it out. "Take it. Find a hotel. Somewhere else." Bolton stares at her. "You're serious?" "Yes." "Nina—" "No!" She places a hand on her belly. "You think this is a joke? You thi

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    You cant stay here.

    [DECLAN’S POV]The food burns my tongue, but I don't slow down. Rice. Lamb. Something with spice that makes my eyes water.I shovel it in like I haven't eaten in days.Bolton watches from across the small table, arms folded, brow creased like he's waiting for me to choke."Slow down," he mutters. I ignore him. Take another mouthful.The lamb's overcooked. Doesn't matter. It's real food. The kind you sit down to eat. The kind you forget exists when you're tied to a chair in Moscow, wondering if the next hour's your last.My throat tightens.I reach for the gin, take a long drink. The burns going down. Good. I need that.Bolton shakes his head, tops me off without asking. "Easy.""Yeah."I don't mean it. “Oh man.” He sighs.The house is small. You feel it without trying: Two rooms. One narrow hallway. A sitting room that bleeds into the kitchen. Old couch with a spring poking through the cushion. Telly that probably works when it feels like it. Toys shoved into corners: plastic sold

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    HELP ME.

    [DECLAN'S POV]The tape on my arm pulls when I move. Each step makes it worse: adhesive ripping at skin, the burn crawling up my vein like a lit fuse. By the time I reach the corner of Bridge Street, I'm hissing through my teeth. "Ah—fuck..."I press my palm flat over the spot. The IV's gone, but the skin's still angry, bruised purple, tender as a fresh wound. My body feels like I'm wearing someone else's meat.The hospital gown flaps open at the back. Wind knifes straight against my spine. I grab the sides, hold it closed, and walk faster.I shouldn't have left.That's what they'll say. What anyone sane would say.But lying there under those lights, listening to nurses whisper, hearing boots in the hallway that moved wrong too heavy, too measured, too much like men with guns—No.I wasn't fucking staying.My side pulls again. The bandage across my stomach is tight, wrapped thick, but not enough. I feel dampness underneath, not fresh blood, not like before, but not clean either.Half

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    I LOVE YOU.

    [TRISTAN'S POV]I slam the door shut and settle into the backseat of my Buggatti. No driver. No security. Just us, the night, and the tension crackling between us like a live wire.Bunny sits beside me, one thigh draped over my lap, eyes glazed with lust. He's staring like he's already drunk on me.I grip his hip, breathing ragged. "I said I want to touch you properly.""No." He shakes his head, uncertain. "That… that wasn't the plan."My jaw grinds, the ache in my cock turning unbearable. "You followed me.""No.""Don't pretend." I grab the back of his head. "Even Damon saw through it. Let's—"He tears my grip away. "Fuck?! Kiss again?! Choke me to death this time?!""We're going to die anyway." I rasp, glancing at the bulge straining my pants, then back at him. I must look pathetic. "If I'm not inside you right now, I'll die—and you'll die too, from the heartbreak of being apart. Please, Bunny. Don't take that risk."His eyes water. "I'm still sore from Moscow. I can't—""No." My vo

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    THE CHURCH II

    [CARLTON’S POV]He doesn't answer immediately. His jaw tightens just slightly. "God stopped answering."My ribs feel tight."He let my sister die." Tristan says it like he's stating a fact. The sky is blue. Water is wet. God abandoned him.I don't know what to say to that."So I stopped waiting for him."“And became this?" I gesture at him.He glares at me. "No."A pause. "I became the devil."The way he says it isn't dramatic. It's just… fact. "God can go fuck himself."The words land heavy in the quiet church.I swallow the lump in my throat. "Who gave you that name?"His brows furrow. "Mad Bishop?"“Yes.”He nods once. "Yosef."Jealousy flares, sharp and unwelcome. I hate that I feel it. Hate more that he sees it.His mouth curves. Of course he noticed. Again. "Jealous?""Of your archdemon? Never." The lie tastes bitter.He steps closer. Close enough that I catch it again: that mix of whiskey and smoke and something clean underneath. Something that's just him."I only have eyes

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    THE CHURCH I

    [CARLTON'S POV]The door slams behind us. Not loud, but in this emptiness, the sound cracks like a gunshot. My hand lingers on the car door, fingers already cold. The night presses in: no wind, no traffic, just air that sits too heavy on my skin. The kind of quiet that watches."Out." Tristan's voice is level. Too level. The way it always is right before something breaks.I drag in a breath, slow and annoyed, push off the car. "Where the hell did you bring me?"No answer. Typical Tristan. I step out anyway, boots hitting gravel. The sound crunches too sharp in the quiet. No wind. No traffic. Just that empty kind of night that makes your skin aware of itself.Then something brushes my face; soft, smelling faintly of him. Before I can jerk away, the world goes black. "What—""Don't." His voice is in my ear, close enough that his breath ghosts across my neck. Whiskey and that burnt-smoke smell that clings to him like a second skin.His hand catches mine halfway to the blindfold. Fing

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    ONE DOWN, EIGHT MORE TO GO.

    (TRISTAN’S POV) MINE. Grinding my molars, I propel to my feet. Pain, rage, and all the vile emotions churn inside me. I lunged for Kendrick before stopping on the spot. A loud yelp, followed by Russian profanities. Kendrick staggers back inside. Yosef limps in, blood dribbling down his templ

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    NO?!

    (YOSEF’S POV) Concealed by thickets of trees, I watch TanBear scramble back to his wing. So I duck backwards, body glued to the tree, eyeing Carlton. I scouted the area and kept the men at bay. Nobody in sight. Only us. The coarse bark of the tree scales my palm sore. Last night, I came to r

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    YOU'RE CRYING?!

    (TRISTAN’S POV)Bunny thinks all I know how to do is fuck, crime, and kill. He doesn’t know I know how to love. “That's the meaning,” I shrug. “A date?” I sound boyish. Every made man will slit their throats than believe Mad-Bishop said that. But I did. “No,” Bunny shakes his head. “I don’t an

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    PYROMANIAC

    (CARLTON’S POV) “DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!” The men roar, whiskey bottles in hands, sitting on the sand around a massive pyre. The flames are blazing orange, smoke furling into the sky. Everything reeks of burnt wood, sweat, and alcohol. They jabber in Russian, some kissing, some fucking, and some fi

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-23
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