Todos os capítulos de MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 126

[DECLAN'S POV]The tape on my arm pulls when I move. Each step makes it worse: adhesive ripping at skin, the burn crawling up my vein like a lit fuse. By the time I reach the corner of Bridge Street, I'm hissing through my teeth. "Ah—fuck..."I press my palm flat over the spot. The IV's gone, but the skin's still angry, bruised purple, tender as a fresh wound. My body feels like I'm wearing someone else's meat.The hospital gown flaps open at the back. Wind knifes straight against my spine. I grab the sides, hold it closed, and walk faster.I shouldn't have left.That's what they'll say. What anyone sane would say.But lying there under those lights, listening to nurses whisper, hearing boots in the hallway that moved wrong too heavy, too measured, too much like men with guns—No.I wasn't fucking staying.My side pulls again. The bandage across my stomach is tight, wrapped thick, but not enough. I feel dampness underneath, not fresh blood, not like before, but not clean either.Half

[DECLAN’S POV] I nod once, fair. “Nina, please.” She shakes her head, and gestures toward my stomach. "If I'm not mistaken, that's a bullet wound." “Yes, but—” "You're being hunted," she continues. "Your father and the commissioner, those aren't people we get involved with, Dec." "Nina," Bolton snaps. "That's Declan you're talking to." "I know exactly who I'm talking to." "He helped us—" "I know what he did!" Her voice rises now, sharp as steel. "He helped us with Jayden's surgery. I haven't forgotten that." "Then—" "But that doesn't mean we throw our lives away!" She scoffs. The words hit harder than they should. I shift slightly. Pain flickers through my side. I don't react. Nina reaches into her bag, pulls out crumpled notes. "I have two thousand." She steps forward, holding it out. "Take it. Find a hotel. Somewhere else." Bolton stares at her. "You're serious?" "Yes." "Nina—" "No!" She places a hand on her belly. "You think this is a joke? You thi

[CARLTON'S POV]"They're heading toward us." I squeeze Tristan's thigh, feeling the muscle tense under my palm. "No, they're coming for us."He moves like a snake, Glock yanked from his waistband, barrel clicked, and loaded.Tristan shifts in his seat until his massive frame blocks me completely, then rests one hand on the door handle. Ready."No." I jerk him back hard.His weight slams into me, two hundred pounds of scarred muscle crushing my chest. Hot skin. Rain-slick. The ridge of his spine digging into my sternum.My treacherous cock hardens immediately.Fuck my life.He's shirtless. Every scar, every tattoo, every thick vein running under prison-pale skin is pressed against me. I can feel his heartbeat. Fast. Ragged. Or maybe that's mine."Baby..." His voice rolls over me like whiskey and smoke.Something drums against my arms, hard and frantic. His pulse? My pulse? I can't tell anymore because I'm hugging my father's killer from behind and my body doesn't care about that fact.