All Chapters of DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chadwicks POV I didn’t even think about it. The second that little head shook side to side, signaling a no, something inside my chest just snapped completely. So I am not your home then? I stared down at him, my vision literally tunneling into a suffocating point. The sheer audacity of him. The ungratefulness. I had risked everything....my men, my new life, my own sanity to keep this boy safe from all his enemies but he had the guts to say I wasn't his home. He had the nerve to... "Chad, please..." Danny whispered, his voice finally cracking as he tried to scramble backward on the mattress. But I was already moving. My body reacted before my brain could even process the rage. I lunged forward, grabbing his ankle in a iron grip and pulling him back toward the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp, terrified yelp, his fingernails digging into the silk sheets as he tried to fight against my weight. "Let go of me! Let me go, Chad!" he screamed, his face flushing a bright, ugly

Danny's POV I laid flat on my back in the middle of Chadwick’s massive bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. The room was deathly quiet, so quiet that the silence felt heavy, like it was physically crushing the breath right out of my lungs. My chest ached with this deep, hollow sadness that made it hard to even move a finger. I was just a normal student before all this. That’s the part that made the hot tears start leaking out of the corners of my eyes all over again. I was just a regular guy who loved art, who spent his days thinking about painting and colors, hiding the simple fact that I liked men from my mother. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was mine. It was safe. But my entire universe shattered into a million jagged pieces the exact day Chadwick became my stepfather. My life had never, ever remained the same since Chad entered it. He brought his dark, violent world and just dragged me straight into the mud with him. If only Chad hadn't come. If only he had stayed

Danny's POV My hands were shaking so bad I could barely get the stiff buttons through the holes, but somehow I managed. I pulled Chad’s shirt off his broad shoulders, his heavy frame sliding back down onto the mattress. The second his head hit the pillow, his grip on my wrists finally loosened, and he just fell into this deep peaceful sleep. Like he hadn't just completely shattered my chest into pieces. Like he hadn't just confessed his twisted love while reeking of alcohol. I stayed hovering over him for a long beat, my knees sinking into the mattress. I looked down at his face....all the sharp, terrifying angles of his jaw looked softer now, buried in the dim light of the bedside lamp. My hand hovered in the air above him, hesitating, before my fingers finally dropped, gently parting the dark hair from his forehead. A hot tear spilled over my cheek, dropping right onto the blanket. "You don't love me," I whispered, my voice cracking so hard it barely carried in the qu

Chadwick's POV It's been over fourteen hours now and I was back in my room, standing right in front of the mirror, staring at the pathetic loser looking back at all of us. Every single second I wasted just standing here, breathing, Danny may be a second close to dying. The police, my useless highly paid men, none of them are yet to find anything. They had nothing. No leads, no car tracks, nothing. I leaned against the dresser, my eyes fixed on my reflection. It was sickening. All this power, all this reputation, and Danny was taken right under my nose. I could feel my eyes welling up in tears, hot and heavy, burning to get out. But I took it in. I forced them back down. Crying wasn't going to bring him back. I reached into the wardrobe and picked up the pocket knife I kept in the top drawer. I flipped the blade open, the metal catching the dim light of the room. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the edge into my skin and sliced it through my palm, deep and slow. I didn't even f

Danny's POV My eyes blinked open, but there was no comfort waiting for me. Just a sharp, blinding yellow light that pierced right through my skull, making my head pound like a sledgehammer was hitting it from the inside. I instinctively tried to jolt up, to scramble away from the light, but my body wouldn't move. A heavy, metallic rattle echoed in the quiet room. I looked down, my breath catching in my throat. I was lying on a massive bed, but my wrists and legs were completely trapped. Heavy iron buckles dug into my skin, pinned down by a long, thick chain that locked me to the frame. What the fuck is this? The panic hit me all at once, hot and suffocating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force my fuzzy brain to remember how I got here. Then, it all came crashing back in a sickening wave. Julian. Coming to the bedroom door at 4 AM. The argument. The cloth over my nose. Omg... Chad. My heart started pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Is Chad okay? Did they hu