Todos los capítulos de Taken by my stepfathers: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Daniel’s POVThe silent alarm on my phone didn't just vibrate; it felt like a thermal spike against my thigh. It was the proximity alert tied to Eden’s biometric tracker, triggered by a sudden, sustained spike in her heart rate. She was at the restaurant—the one place I allowed her a tether of freedom, but the data streaming to my screen told a story of pure, systemic terror.I didn't call her. I called Silas."She’s been breached," I said, my voice dropping into that cold, empty place I reserved for war. "Klaus is on the grid. He just walked into the cafe. Secure the perimeter. No one leaves alive if they touch her.""I'm already three minutes out," Silas growled, the roar of a high-performance engine bleeding through the line. "If he lays a finger on her, I’ll burn that block to the ground."By the time I reached the street corner, the extraction was already in motion. Two black SUVs had swerved onto the curb, effectively bottlenecking the street. Pedestrians scattered like pigeons.

Daniel’s POVThe ocean air was filled with the scent of salt and the impending smell of blood. Klaus stood in the centre of the terrace, a frantic, cornered animal surrounded by the most sophisticated predators in the hemisphere. The red dot from Luca’s rifle danced across his temple, a silent promise of a hollow-point conclusion, but a quick death was too merciful for a man who had dared to touch the Asset’s shadow."You think this makes you powerful?" Klaus spat, his voice cracking as he looked at the six of us. "You’re a circle of freaks. You’re sharing a womb like a rat – she’s a common pipe."The air in the courtyard didn't just turn cold; it froze.Silas was the first to move. He didn't use a gun. He moved with a blurred, terrifying speed, his fist connecting with Klaus’s jaw with a sound like a dry branch snapping. Klaus spun, the force of the blow lifting him off his feet, but before he could hit the stone, Felix caught him by the throat.Felix didn't let him fall. He slammed

Luca’s POVThe glass in my hand was heavy, the crystal cold against my palm, but the liquid inside was like liquid fire. Eighteen-year-old scotch, peat-heavy and dark, is just the way Grandpa likes it. I took a slow sip, letting the burn settle in my chest as I leaned back against the mahogany wardrobe.I wanted to feel the sting. I wanted to feel everything tonight. My skin was still tight from the adrenaline of the cellar, the phantom vibration of Klaus’s bones breaking still echoing in the marrow of my own hands. My knuckles were bruised, a dull ache that reminded me of the way his jaw felt when it finally gave way under the weight of my fury.But the violence of the night was just the appetizer. This—the sight of her in the center of the room, surrounded by the men who owned the city and the men who owned her—was the main course.Eden stood there, stripped of that ruined white robe, looking like a goddess carved from ivory and moonlight. She was positioned right between the grandp

Silas’s POVThe heavy weight of my intent was a physical force as I stepped toward the bed. Luca was still breathing hard in the shadows, but I was already moving. I didn't need the scotch or the talk. I needed the heat. I reached out and hauled Eden from the sheets, her body slick and pliant, and threw her onto her back.I dropped to my knees between her thighs, my hands catching her knees and shoving them wide, pinning them against the mattress until she was completely exposed. I didn't look at her face. I looked at the ruin of her, the wet, swollen evidence of Father and Luca. I leaned in, my face inches from her heat, and inhaled the iron and musk. Then, I buried my face in her.I used my tongue like a weapon, licking her from the base of her clit down to the opening of her pussy with long, punishing strokes. She arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the pillows, a high, thin wail breaking from her throat. I didn't slow down. I sucked the swollen hood of her clit into my mo

Daniel’s POVThe room was saturated. The air was a thick, humid weight of musk, sweat, and the fading scent of Felix’s tobacco. I stood at the edge of the shadows, watching the rise and fall of Eden’s back. She was a map of our family’s greed—bruised, marked, and glistening under the amber lamps. Felix had left her on all fours, trembling, her head hanging low as she gasped for air that was too heavy to breathe.I set my glass down. The ice didn't even clink; the condensation had made it silent. I stripped the silk from my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and stepped into the light. I wasn't the Prince, and I wasn't the Butcher. I was the one who had maintained her. I was the one who had calculated her value from the moment she was born, and tonight, I was the one who would seal the Pact."Look at me, Eden," I said. My voice wasn't a roar; it was a cold, iron command.She didn't move fast enough. I reached out, my hand tangling in her sweat-dampened hair, and hauled her head b