Pucking Forbidden Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Rook POVThis shopping trip isn’t happening. I didn’t even make it halfway before she threw up all over herself, and like a dumbass, I didn’t think to bring extra clothes.By the time I pull up to the house, she’s calmer, but I’m still covered in baby puke, which means I need to pass her off and sort myself out before she does it again. Stepping out of the car, I unclip her from the carrier, lifting her carefully into my arms.Walking inside, I glance around, already knowing where to find them before I even ask.“They’re in the cellar,” one of the guys mutters, jerking his chin toward the door.I sigh and nod, shifting Harlow in my arms before heading down. The moment I step through the doorway, I stop short. Well, shit.“Okay, not exactly a baby-friendly scene,” I mutter, holding Harlow out toward my father.He barely reacts, just takes her from me with one arm like she’s a file being handed over rather than a tiny human. His gaze flicks over to Mercer, who hasn’t moved from where he

Kade POVThere’s something deeply wrong with me. I know it, I feel it, but I don’t fucking care.I should. I should be fucked up over what just happened. I should be panicking, regretting, drowning in the weight of what I’ve done. But as I sit here, staring at my once bloodstained hands, there’s nothing. No guilt, no fear, no heavy, sickening feeling crawling up my throat.Just… nothing.I didn’t hesitate. Not once. I felt my knuckles crack against Paul’s face, felt the resistance give way, felt his bones break beneath my hands, and I didn’t stop. Not when he stopped fighting back, not when he couldn’t even lift his fucking head. I kept going.And the worst part?I liked it.Not in the way a sick fuck like Axel would. Not because I got off on it. No, it was better than that. It was control. Power. A high I’d only felt once before, something that had my heart racing, my body thrumming with adrenaline, my mind clear for the first time in weeks.I should be wrecked over this. I should be

Rook POVI should have known he’d run. It’s Mercer. Running is practically his second nature. I gave him space for one damn second, and now here I am, standing in front of him again, watching him dig his heels in like the stubborn bastard he is.His jaw is set, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes dark and unyielding as he stares me down. He’s daring me to push him, to give him a reason to throw a punch or bolt again.“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Mercer,” I say, my patience already worn thin.His lip twitches, that smug little smirk appearing just enough to piss me off. “And you’re making this a bigger deal than it is, Volkov.”I grit my teeth. “You’re coming with me.”He chuckles, shaking his head. “Not happening.”“Then I’ll drag your ass out of here.”That gets a full laugh out of him, one of those mocking, slow ones that makes me want to put my fist through a wall. “And I’ll just run the moment I get the chance. What, you planning to lock me in a room again

Kade POVRook’s weight presses into me, pinning me down, his grip tight and unwavering. He’s waiting for me to fight back, waiting for me to push him off like I always do. Maybe that’s why I don’t. Maybe that’s why I just lay there, breathing hard, staring up at him with a smirk that I don’t quite feel.I know what he wants. He wants me to break, to submit, to admit that no matter how hard I try to fight it, I end up right back here—under him, beneath his control. And yeah, maybe there’s truth to that, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give him the satisfaction of hearing me say it.“You think pinning me down is going to make me beg?” I murmur, shifting just enough to feel the way his grip tightens. “Because I hate to break it to you, Rook, but I don’t break that easily.”His lips curl, amusement flickering through the frustration darkening his eyes. “You sure about that, Mercer?” His voice is low, smooth, filled with something dangerous. “Because every time I push, you give in just a little

Rook POVClimbging out of bed carefully, I try not to wake Kade. He’s still out cold, his body relaxed in a way that tells me he hasn’t had real sleep in days. I grab my clothes and pull them on, keeping my movements quiet. Before stepping out of the room, I lock the door behind me. He can try climbing out the window again, but I already learned my lesson. The locks are in place now. He’s not running.Heading downstairs, I find my father sitting in one of the chairs, a bottle in one hand as he feeds Harlow. The sight is something I never expected to see. A fucking mafia boss, one of the most feared men in the city, casually feeding a strangers baby like it’s nothing.“Don’t get attached,” I mutter, eyeing the way he watches her. He barely glances at me.“I’m sure I told you the same thing about Mercer,” he replies with a smirk, and he’s right. He did. I ignored it then, just like he’s ignoring me now.“Is he sleeping it off?”I nod. “Yeah. He was about to beat the shit out of one of h