All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(DAKOR'S POV)“Dakor!” Ferrari’s voice cracks like thunder across the compound. It's almost as amusing as it is scary. The Nerdy boy is suddenly a God, more like a demon. Given his red-rimmed eyes, the veins bunching on his hand as he grips his wheelchair tight, I'm sure he wants to kill me. I halt at the entrance of the warehouse, my men flocking behind me. Limo observes from the screen room, guiding the sniper from all angles. The bud in my ear cackles. “Clear, boss.” Limo supplies. Suspicious. Ferrari is too goddamn smart to come here on his own. He knows how stiff-headed I am, knows I won't release his Juliet, Amanda, that’s if he knows I have her.“Kids shouldn't play with fire, Brother,” I grin. “You might get burnt. Il Padrino taught us that, didn't he?”Ferrari bellows, tipping his head slightly. A signal. Rifles click on his side. Their pointers dot our bodies, spanning through the area. What makes it fucking worse is that they are wearing bulletproof vests. Seven agai

(TRISTAN’S POV) Dakor lunges for Ferrari, leaving her exposed on the table. I dive for Amanda. Bullets ping off concrete, ricochet off metal beams, tearing through flesh and splintered wood. The warehouse is a kill box, and my daughter is at the center.Carlton’s face flashes through my mind. His tears wet on his cheeks, the blood between his legs, the way he looked at me like I’d killed something sacred. He’s vulnerable. Bleeding. Alone. I could turn back. Cover him. Take the bullets meant for him. Three steps. Maybe four. But Amanda screams, “Daddy!” and the sound rips through me like a blade through bone. I don’t turn back.I tackle Amanda, pulling the table down to shield us as bullets chew through the air where we just were. Her blood smears my skin, and I hold her like I held her when she was small enough to fit in one arm. My daughter. My blood. The one good thing I’ve ever made. “It was a mistake.” Amanda sobs. “I'd never harm, Ferrari. If I had stayed back, the Famil

(TRISTAN’S POV) I wake to the rhythmic beep of machines and someone sobbing. The sound is masculine, broken, familiar in a way that makes my skin crawl before I even open my eyes. The room smells like copper and antiseptic. A single yellow bulb glows overhead, casting shadows that make everything look diseased. I try to move. Pain detonates through my body: neck, ribs, and cock. Especially my cock. Dakor’s blade did its work. The circumcision wound throbs with each heartbeat, a reminder of what he made me do. What I did to Carlton while Amanda watched, screaming. I scream too. Can’t help it. Hands grab my face, calloused and familiar. I know his scent before I open my eyes. Gun oil and desperation. Yosef. “You’re awake.” His voice cracks. He cups my face with a gentleness that feels wrong. Too intimate. Too possessive. “I thought I lost you.” I can’t speak yet. My lungs are raw, throat like sandpaper. My eyes scan the room; ornate ceiling, familiar patterns. I’m back in Fijida

(CARLTON'S POV)No. Not again. Not this. This isn't the fucking plan!I need the rage. The hate, the pain. I don't want this. Maybe that's what I tell myself. My body locks cold as Tristan lowers himself to kiss me again. Rough. Almost crushing my mouth. Oh God. I move. No, I kiss him back. He doesn't notice. Or maybe he does and lets me kiss him. Instinctively, I try to raise my legs to wrap around his waist. Pain stabs in my gut and ass. It's like a chisel is lodged in my hole up to my stomach. “Arrgh!” I yelp in agony. “It fucking hurts.”“Where ?” Tristan's voice cuts. “Everywhere!” I writhe on the sheets like it could somehow dissipate the pain I feel. It doesn't. It's when I swallow that it all comes back. The memory of that warehouse. Of Tristan slamming me into concrete and shoving his cock inside me as I begged him to stop. Every thrust reminds me of the unabashed love he has for his daughter. But he's here with me, isn't he? Does that make me come first? No. “

(CARLTON'S POV)Mom again. First, she had Tristan's sister raped. Which I think is the reason Tristan defiled me. For revenge. Not to save his daughter. Now, my Mom is the 'regent' of some evil society?No way. “You don't believe me, right?” Tristan nods. “I thought so.”Tristan walks away, returns minutes later with a file. “Carlton, don't let him get to you,” Damon rubs my back. I don't feel comfort. Just fire running through my veins. “He's lying. That's what he's good at.”Damon used to say Tristan was a good man. That I should have faith in my husband. Now he's seen the same Tristan hurt me. And now he's a liar. Hmph. It's funny how people change. But I don't blame him.The rustle of paper catches my attention. Lydia is still now. Too still. Like I'm about to witness the end of the world. I've heard worse. What can this possibly be? A lie fabricated by Tristan to make me hate Mom. To make me want him more. I've betrayed myself already by letting him touch me, but that's