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THEIR REUNION
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2026-06-11 23:34:50
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MY TABOO STEP DADDY CRAVING HIM
[CARLTON’S POV]Damon sits cross-legged on Tristan's bed with a paperback romance novel balanced on his thighs, and I'm curled against the headboard with a steaming mug of tea held between both hands. The book is terrible in the best possible way: all heaving chests and improbable coincidences and love that conquers absolutely everything, including basic logic and self-preservation.I should be reading. Instead, I'm watching Damon.His eyes move across the page with the mechanical precision of someone who isn't actually absorbing a single word. There's a pain sitting in the corners of his gaze that he's trying very hard to hide, the kind of pain that comes from loving someone who doesn't know how to love you back. His fingers absently trace patterns on the book's cover, and every few seconds, his jaw tightens like he's stopping himself from saying something he knows he shouldn't.Yosef did this to him.Or maybe Damon did it to himself by letting Yosef matter. Either way, watching h
MY TABOO STEP DADDY HIS CHOICE
[TRISTAN’S POV]Kori came at me with the efficiency of someone trained in close quarters combat. He was naked and I was clothed, but that didn't matter—his fists were just as fast, his knowledge of my body just as intimate. We'd been friends once, years ago, before the territories got drawn and the lines got blurred. He still remembered how I moved. Still knew exactly where to cut.The knife appeared in his hand like magic, and he opened my ribs up: two quick slashes that burned like fire. I drove my forehead into his nose, felt the cartilage crack, and he screamed. But he didn't drop the knife. He just grinned through the blood and came at me again.Yosef's voice cut through the violence like a gunshot. "Drop it."I froze. Kori froze. Both of us turned to find Yosef standing there with his service weapon pointed at Declan's chest, his six-foot frame coiled with intent, his tattoos and scars practically vibrating with violence. He was still half-hard from fucking Kori, still slick
MY TABOO STEP DADDY YAKUZA DEN
[TRISTAN’S POV]The compound gates opened like a mouth about to swallow us whole.I'd been here before, when Kori and I still pretended we weren't circling each other like wolves. Back then, the Japanese gardens looked like something from a postcard: manicured and peaceful, all careful stone paths and water features that reflected the sky like mirrors. Now, in the pre-dawn darkness, with rain still hammering the Mercedes and my heart hammering in my chest, the whole place looked like a shrine to violence.Declan's fingers found my wrist as I reached for the door handle."Wait." His voice was tight, the Irish accent sharp enough to cut. "If they find out I'm a cop, I'm dead."I yanked my hand away and opened the door without responding. The rain hit me like a fist, cold and furious, and I stepped out into it before he could grab me again. Behind me, I heard him curse in Gaelic—probably something creative about my parentage—but he was moving too, following me toward the guards who wer
MY TABOO STEP DADDY THEIR REUNION
[TRISTAN’S POV]Declan's breathing came hard and fast, the kind of breathing that belonged to men in extreme pain, but his green eyes, that particular shade of green that ran through the Wright family like a genetic curse, fixed on mine without flinching. He'd aged badly since I'd last seen him. Looked like someone had decided to hollow him out and refill him with shattered glass. His face was thin, skeletal, the kind of thin that came from months of not eating or sleeping or doing anything except hating.He wiped blood from his nose with the back of his hand, slow and deliberate, and then he laughed.It was a broken sound, the laugh of a man who'd already died and come back wrong."Cut the crap," he said, his Irish accent thickening the words into something almost incomprehensible. "You won't kill me. Not here. Not like this."I cocked the gun. "Don't be so sure."He pushed himself up on his elbows, and in the split second it took for his gaze to clear, I saw what was left of him.
MY TABOO STEP DADDY TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU NOW?
[TRISTAN’S POV] The storm had teeth. I felt them in every crack of lightning that split the Moscow sky, in the way the rain hammered against the windshield like it was trying to break through to something vital. My hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough that my knuckles turned white beneath the tattoos—Russian Orthodox crosses bleeding into Cyrillic script that spelled out names of the dead. Camilla's name sat there, faded now from years of sun and violence, but no less permanent. The city rolled past in a blur of neon and shadow. Three in the morning, and Moscow was still awake, the kind of awake that only happened when blood was being spilled somewhere. I could feel it in the air, that electric current that ran through the underworld when someone important was dying or about to. Yosef was dying. Or maybe he was already dead, and I just hadn't gotten the message yet. The intel had come through two hours ago, fragmented and ugly: Yosef spotted in Kori's territory. Easter
MY TABOO STEP DADDY END OF FLASHBACK.
[TRISTAN'S POV]LATER THAT EVENING. By 7 PM, Selene has woken up exactly where I planned for her to wake up—in her car, parked three blocks from the cottage, with no memory of how she got there.The medication leaves behind a specific kind of confusion, not enough to be debilitating, but enough to be disorienting. She'll drive home slowly, questioning herself. She'll call in sick to the academy tomorrow. She'll spend two days trying to piece together what happened, eventually convincing herself that she blacked out from stress or exhaustion or some combination of both.By the time she's recovered enough to be functional again, I'll have ensured that any surveillance footage has been deleted and any evidence of her being there has been scrubbed clean.It's not just the murder that makes someone dangerous.It's the ability to make people forget that anything ever happened at all._____________THE NEXT MORNINGCarlton wakes again, and this time there's no confusion. He just reaches fo
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