All Chapters of DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

Chadwicks POV The drive to the location was nothing but a blur of absolute madness. We had gotten an Intel from one of Leo's men that we caught and he gave us all the details we needed to prevent me from blowing his brains off. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs like a trapped animal, every beat screaming one thing over and over. Let him be alive. Please let me boy be breathing. The moment the car screeched to a halt outside the building, I didn't even wait for Rojit or Miguel to get down. I kicked the door open and stormed the place. It was a total bloodbath from the second I stepped inside. I was moving fast, my vision tunneled into pure ice cold rage, shooting down everyone that came my way as I headed upstairs. Leo's men tried to block the hallways, pulling weapons, but they were just obstacles in my path. I didn't feel the recoil of my gun. I didn't hear the shell casings hitting the floorboards. I just moved like a ghost possessed by one single purpose.

Danny's POV Chadwick quickly whipped his hand behind his back, his entire frame going rigid as he tried to look completely natural. "Well, uhmm... it is nothing," he said, his voice dropping into a rough murmur. He wouldn't look at me. His gaze was fixed entirely on the floor as he backed up toward his heavy desk, his footsteps scraping loudly in the quiet room. He grabbed a stray linen napkin from the corner of the desk and began frantically scrubbing at his skin, trying to wipe away the dark blood stains before I could see more. I didn't argue. I didn't yell. The silence in my chest was too heavy for that. Instead, I turned back around, pushed the heavy study door open, and looked at the security guard stationed just outside the entrance. "Please get me a first aid kit right now," I told him. My voice sounded thin and raspy, scraping against my throat since I hadn't used it in two days, but the guard didn't hesitate. He gave a quick, tense nod and took off down the hallway

Danny's POV Chad didn't fight it. He rose to his feet, his massive frame moving with me as I reeled him in. Our eyes were fixed on each other, I could see him trying to stare into my own soul, his dark trousers rough against my legs, his body an inch from my naked oiled pale skin. The contrast was insane....him fully clothed and massive, me bare and shining under the dim light, holding him by his own leather strap. I leaned in, tilting my head up, my chest brushing against his shirt. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his blown out pupils, and then I leaned closer until my lips were brushing the shell of his ear. "You are not the only gangster here Chad," I whispered to his ear, my breath hot against his skin. The second the words left my mouth, I felt his hand wrap tight around my waist, his grip bruising, and I felt his crotch hardening and pressing on my skin instantly, thick and unyielding through his clothes. For a fraction of a second, he just stared down at m

Danny's POV I dialed Erica’s number, tapping my foot against the hotel floor as the line clicked open. "Dude? Aren't you guys coming back? It's been more than a week now," Erica’s voice blasted through the speaker, sounding way too loud for my current mood. I let out a heavy sigh, tossing myself onto the unmade bed. "Yeah, uhmm Chad said he had something to handle." "Okay, well Rojit and I are back home waiting for you guys," she said, her tone instantly shifting into that annoying, gossipy singsong voice. "I have a lott to tell you." "Mmmm," was all I could manage. "Danny, why do you sound so sour, are you good?" I heaved another heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling. The playful romantic bubble had officially popped, replaced by this annoying, heavy knot in my stomach. "Well... I think Chad is hiding something from me." Erica literally burst out laughing. "Well if he is, it's for a good cause....or do you think he's cheating or something?" "Well no," I snapped,

Danny's POV The venue was small, elegant, and completely suffocating. Everywhere I looked, there were older, incredibly wealthy people standing around with drinks in their hands, looking like they could either buy a small country or order a hit on someone. Probably both. You know what's funny? you remember my mum's own wedding, none of these people here came. Chadwick really ran two lives perfectly, who would ever suspect Professor Chadwick was in the Mafia.. anyway that's in the past. Chadwick is no more...now I have Sanchez right in front of me. I will still refer to him as Chad though, I love the name. Chad was completely oblivious to the tension in my shoulders. The man was literally radiating pure happiness, looking sharper than ever in his suit, totally thrilled that he finally got me all to himself. But me? I felt this weird, bittersweet wave of isolation creeping up my throat. Standing there, holding a glass of champagne, I scanned the crowd and realized I didn’t k