Todos los capítulos de DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Danny's POV I cried until my throat felt like I had swallowed a handful of thumbtacks. I cried until my eyes were so swollen I could barely see the cracks in the dorm ceiling. Eventually, the world just went gray, and I fell into a heavy, suffocating sleep.When the sun hit my face the next morning, I didn’t feel refreshed. I felt like a bruise.My phone was vibrating against the floor. Mom. I stared at her name on the screen. “Danny, please come home. We need to talk about the baby. I am worried about you.” Then another: “I am sending Chadwick to get you. Be ready.”I didn’t even have the energy to delete them. I just sat there, staring at the door.Thirty minutes later, the heavy, rhythmic thud of knuckles against wood started. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.I stood up, my legs feeling like lead, and pushed the desk away from the door. I turned the lock.Chadwick stood there. He looked perfect, as usual. Not a hair out of place, his suit crisp, his face a mask of cold, acade

Danny's POV I hit accept. My heart wasn’t just beating, it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. "Hello?" I whispered. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. Someone smaller. "Hi, Danny. I missed you." The voice was casual. Too casual. It was the same arrogant, smooth tone he used when he was cornering me in the guest room. There was no trauma in it. No fear. "Leo?" I choked out. "Where are you? Everyone’s looking for you. They said you were kidnapped, they said..." "I have been released," he interrupted, and I could practically hear the smirk through the speaker. "Surprisingly, lol. I guess my luck hasn't run out yet." He laughed. A short, dry sound that made the hair on my arms stand up. I just played along. I didn’t know what else to do. My brain was short circuiting, trying to figure out how a guy goes from a Missing poster to lol in two weeks. "That’s... that’s good, Leo. I am glad you are okay." "Come to campus, Danny. Now. I am back in my dorm."

Gabriel's POV I left the club feeling like a ghost. Erica was still buzzing, her eyes locked on that mountain of a bodyguard like she had just found a winning lottery ticket, but she hadn’t said a word to me about what they talked about. I didn’t push it. I couldn't. My head was spinning with the bass and the guilt, a cocktail that made me want to throw up on my own shoes. I walked back to my dorm, the humid night air sticking to my skin. Every shadow on the pavement looked like Danny’s face. I kept thinking about freshman year before the secrets, before the Leo's madness. We used to just sit on the roof and talk about the future. Now, I couldn't even look him in the eye without feeling like a piece of trash. I missed my best friend. I missed the version of me that wasn't a bitch. The dorm was silent when I got back. I stripped off my clothes, dropping them in a heap, and headed straight for the shower. I needed to wash the smell of the club and the shame off me. I was standing un

Danny's POV The rain was coming down so hard it felt like the sky was trying to drown the entire campus. I stood there, shivering in my soaked pink sweatshirt, staring at Noah Sinclair like he had just grown a second head. He was holding that massive pink umbrella over me, his own shoulder getting absolutely drenched as the water sluiced off the fabric and onto his expensive suit. "What do you want, Noah?" I shouted over a crack of thunder. My voice was shaky, and I hated it. I was tired of being the mouse in everyone’s game. He didn't move. He didn't even blink as the rain matted his blonde hair to his forehead. "I want you, Danny." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact. Like he had already decided it and was just waiting for me to catch up. I let out a dry, jagged laugh that got swallowed by the wind. "I don't want you. I don't want anyone. I am just... I am tired, man. Leave me alone." Noah actually smiled. It wasn't a mean smile, which somehow made it worse. It w

Leo's POV The air in the transport van smelled like old cigarettes and bleach. My wrists were raw from the zip ties they had swapped for real cuffs an hour ago, but I didn't even care. I was actually smirking, staring out at the dark coastline as we blurred past. Papa. I knew it. There was no way a man with his reach was going to let his only son rot in a precinct cell because of some schoolboy drama. Noah Sinclair might have the money and power, but my old man had the kind of grease that made the world turn. I figured this was the play a midnight transfer, a disappearance from the books. Honestly I preferred my cartel Papa, to my biological parents. They just watched me get locked up by that shit-head, good thing I have my old man by my side. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice raspy. I looked at the guard sitting across from me. He was built like a brick wall and hadn't said a word for three hours. "Is Papa waiting?" The guard didn't even look at me. He just checked his watc