Semua Bab Take Me, Daddy: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61: He is a Mafia BossANNABELThe past few weeks had been fun, normal, and Damon had ensured to always be there, dropping me off at school every single day, taking me out on dates and to movies and expensive shopping trips. I now lacked nothing, and I'd been speaking with my family regularly, hearing updates from Max about how everyone was doing.It had been normal weeks without any drama, and I was preparing for my exams because it was exam week. I couldn't believe it had been four months already—five months since I lost my dad—and yet so much had changed. But I was worried about something that had been nagging at me constantly.I hadn't seen Michael ever since that day, same as Janet.I knew Janet was fine—I had seen her at the auction looking polished like some kind of fixed doll, all perfect and put together. But Michael? It was so unusual for Michael to skip school for weeks on end. He never did that, not even when he was sick.Yes, I was still mad at what he did, but I

Chapter 63: My Ride or Ride ANNABELThe kiss was getting intense, hot, and I was getting so fucking hot that every thought of asking him questions about Michael flew straight out of the window. Right now, I was straddling him, hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as he kissed my neck, and I moaned at every touch, every kiss he blessed me with."Hmmmm, oh yes, Daddy.."I moaned slowly, tilting my head to give him more access to my neck as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin there. The way his teeth grazed against my pulse point had me arching into him, desperate for more contact.We never stayed together without touching. Our hands were never far apart from each other, always finding ways to connect, and I didn't think there would ever be anyone I'd want this kind of close contact with. This was ours—this desperate need, this constant craving for each other's touch."Cupcake..."He breathed against my neck, his voice rough with desire. The car was still on autopilot, but I

Chapter 65: Betrayals that Don't Cut so Deep DAMONHer head threw back and she erupted into fits of laughter at my words, each sound crackling through me. But I needed her. I wanted to kill her and dispose of her, but I needed her first. She would give me every piece of information I required, and if she didn't, I would kill her without thinking twice."Well, well, you see, it's not about the money. If it was, I wouldn't be with him. You are so generous with your men."She dragged out the words, her hands dropped by her sides with her gun beside her. I knew her fingers were on the trigger, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn about some gunshot."What do you mean?"I said, ignoring the truth unfolding in my chest."Stop acting like you don't know what's going on. What you fucking did."She screamed with anger, but when Carlo made to walk towards her, I held out my hand at him, stopping him from moving. I wasn't done with this bitch. Yes, that was how quick I'd turn against someon

Chapter 67: Get BlastedDAMONThe mansion glared at us, high defense security to bypass, but we came prepared. Wizard, one of my tech men, came forward with his device, placing it on the security code and destroying the system with practiced ease.I gave a curt nod to one of my men, leaving part of my crew to guard the entrance while I walked in with Carlo, Andro, and some of my other men. The night air felt heavy with danger."Boss, we need to be prepared for what's in there."He said, and I smiled, a simple smile which signified I didn't care about the danger ahead. Danger was my middle name."Okay. We should all be careful."I said, and with one kick, Andro kicked the door open. It was a huge door, but it cracked anyway and swung wide.The house was neat, well arranged, but there was no one inside. Too clean. Too perfect."I told you this was a trap."He said, and I nodded, looking around carefully."Yes it is. You mentioned that already, but look at the cushion. The rough movemen

Chapter 69: When Death Knocks ANNABELThe antiseptic smell hit me first, then the beeping of machines. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing Damon like this—bandages wrapped around his forehead, his usually commanding presence reduced to someone who looked... fragile. The word felt foreign even thinking about him.I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. This was Damon—the man who commanded rooms with just his presence, who made grown men tremble with a single look. Now he was lying there, connected to wires and monitors, looking so human it scared me."Cupcake."His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and broken, but it was enough to snap me out of my shock. Those grey eyes I'd missed so desperately were looking at me, filled with something I'd never seen before—thiis vulnerability.I couldn't move at first. My feet felt rooted to the cold hospital floor as tears I'd been holding back for a week finally spilled over. He was alive. He was awake. He was looking