All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Eden’s POVThe interior of the black sedan was a vault of shadows and the heavy tang of blood. Outside, the industrial wasteland of the city blurred into a smear of grey and rusted orange, but inside, the world was reduced to the space between me and the man holding me.Silas didn't just sit with me; he anchored me. His well-muscled arm was hooked around my waist, pulling me flush against his side with a strength that felt protective. It was a jarring, confusing contrast to the man I had just seen in the basement, the butcher who had whistled while he tore through flesh and bone.I tried to shift, my knees bumping against the leather of the seat. The adrenaline was fading, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache in my shoulder and the sharp sting of the zip-tie burns on my wrists. I felt fragile, like a piece of glass that had survived a fall but was covered in invisible fractures."You're shaking," Silas murmured. His voice was no longer the jagged rasp of the killer; it was low, vibratin

Eden’s POVThe estate felt different, heavier, as if the walls had shifted overnight to accommodate a new, powerful presence. I had woken up in my own room, my mind a tangled mess of blood, gunfire, and the echo of a word that shouldn't have made sense: Dad. I found myself walking toward the dining room, my body moving on autopilot, driven by a hunger I didn't feel and a curiosity that was starting to burn.The dining room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the morning sun, but the atmosphere was brittle. Daniel and Luca were already there, the silver clinking against china in a cadence. I slid into my seat, my eyes darting to the empty chair where Silas should have been, or maybe not, because I still don't know what the fuck is going on in this house, starting with why Daniel lied about Silas and why Luca was calling him "Dad." The silence was suffocating. I wanted to scream, to demand an explanation, to ask why the man who saved me looked exactly like Daniel. Honestly, I didn't

Eden’s POVThe walk to the pool terrace felt like a march to the gallows. My knees were weak, and my mind was a chaotic storm of guilt and confusion. I had slept in Silas’s bed. I had held him. I had let him dress me; I even held his fucking huge cock. I was certain that the moment I saw Daniel, he would have had the contract papers waiting on the table, ready to be shredded before he had me escorted off the property. My heart hammered against my ribs, a bird trapped in a cage of cashmere.The breakfast table was set near the edge of the turquoise water, the morning sun sparkling off the surface like a thousand cut diamonds. Daniel was already there, looking impeccable in a light linen shirt, the picture of composed power. I sat down next to him, my fingers trembling as I reached for my water glass."Daniel, about last night—" I started, the words tumbling out in a rush. I had to tell him. I had to explain that I didn't mean for it to happen, that Silas had pulled me in, that I—But D

Daniel’s POVThe water of the pool was still vibrating with the aftershocks of her release, the turquoise surface shimmering under the midday sun. I watched the way Eden leaned against Silas, her body limp and pliant, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful rose. She looked like a masterpiece that had finally been unveiled, a structure that had been tested by the elements and found to be structurally sound. Beside me, Silas was breathing hard, his eyes fixed on her with a hunger that wasn't satiated by a few fingers in the water. It was the hunger of a man who had been a ghost for too long and finally found something solid to hold onto.I looked at Silas, the mirror of my own face, and felt the silent, unspoken thread that had always bound us. We had built our world on a foundation of shared risks and shared rewards. There was no jealousy here, no petty possessiveness that would destabilise the empire we had constructed. There was only the expansion of the design."Would you like to have h

EdenWe left the room. We walked down the stairs. Victoria was in the foyer. She had our coats. She looked at me. She looked at Silas. She looked at Daniel. She did not say anything. She handed us our coats. We walked out to the car. The driver opened the door. Daniel got in first. I got in second. Silas got in third. I was in the middle. Again. I felt the heat of their legs against mine.The car moved. We drove through the gates. We drove toward the city. I looked out the window. I saw the people on the street. They did not understand the world I lived in. They lived in a world of one man and one woman. I lived in a world of two kings."Stop thinking, Eden," Daniel said. He was looking at his phone. "It doesn't matter what they think.""I'm not thinking about them," I said."Good," Silas said. He put his hand on my thigh. He squeezed hard. "Think about us. Think about what happens when we get back, or maybe two massive cocks stretching you."I almost laughed, but I nodded. I understo