All Chapters of CAN I RIDE YOU, DADDY? SEDUCING MY EX'S STEP DADDY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31: Mr Volkov, I have a deal

Alex VolkovMy heart kept pounding over and over again as I stood there, gripping the car keys like they were the last piece of my dignity.The reseller dragged the keys from my hands with a wide, greedy smile.“Mr. Alex, thank you for this business! Now look at this car—very new and sweet. A great deal. We appreciate you dealing with us. Next time you want to sell something, do call us.”“Next time? Does it look like I have a fucking next time?” I snapped, my voice cracking. “Oh my God… what the hell am I doing?”I watched as they drove my Ferrari away—the car I had worked so hard for, the one I had dreamed about since I was a kid. It felt like they were driving away a part of me. I stood there in the parking lot like an idiot, the wind hitting my face, feeling smaller than I had ever felt in my life.I had sold both cars today. The Ferrari and the Range Rover. I had sold my watches on eBay. My designer clothes. Even the limited-edition sneakers Mia had begged me to buy her last mont

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Alex Volkov“Mr Volkov, I have a deal for you.”I looked around, as if I were consciously trying to find a camera hidden somewhere, or expecting one of my friends to jump out and call it a prank. But the whole place looked normal, with people heading to their destinations without even casting a glance at me.I turned back to the man in the back seat of this beautiful, powerful black car, my eyes keen on the mask he wore. I pointed a finger at myself, awkwardly asking if he was referring to me.“Yes, Mr Volkov, you.” He then continued. “Come in; we have a deal to strike, or are you turning it down without giving it a hearing?”I mean, what is the worst that could happen?I lost it all.The least I could do is try and listen to what the stranger has to say.Not wanting to waste any more time, I opened the car door, entered the vehicle, and slammed the door closed.He signaled the driver, the ride began, and I had no idea where we were heading, giving this stranger the benefit of the dou

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Liliana Miller I stared at the glass window in Grey’s office, a part of me still couldn’t believe I was here, and the other part could. Calling it “bagging the Billion Dollar Man” felt too simple, too cheap for what this actually was. I went back to my seat, that morning doing some work — the usual tasks an assistant could do. I checked Mr. Grey’s schedule, replied to a few emails, and organized the stack of documents he needed to sign after his meeting. It felt strangely normal, almost like I belonged here. In the middle of it, my phone rang. Someone wanted to see me downstairs. I went down, expecting anyone but not who I saw. Mia. She wore a soft smile, dressed in a pink blazer suit, her hair neatly done. She looked… remorseful. Almost fragile. “Hi, Liliana!” she waved, her voice gentle. I exhaled deeply. For fuck’s sake. “Hi, Mia. You’re not supposed to be here.” “I know. That’s why I’m going to be quick. Wanna grab coffee? Come on…” She grabbed my hand, gently

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Federico Grey Volkov I had a meeting with the governor and it is no secret he wants to express his disappointment on the deal Alex destroyed, using Liallian work access. I had my black Italian suit on, a Rolex sitting firmly on my left hand. I looked at myself in the mirror, assessing the powder exuding from me into the accessories.A lesson I tried teaching Alex all these years. The diamonds and stones do not make a man, the man's worth makes the stone stand out. Yet his obsession to have more trinkets blinds his ability to command the underground world. The only sheer power he possessed was from being my son. My name name can only get him places, but it won't make him a worthy man to sit among kings like me.I stepped out of the house, having two important meetings. Viktor rushed to my side. “Boss, the governor is ready for the meeting, I just got word from his office.”I waved it off. “Let him wait, he's only going to gloat about the project failure and how I should have hand

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Frederico Grey VolkovI stepped into the warehouse, the heavy metal door creaking behind me. The air was thick with the smell of dust, oil, and something sharper—gunpowder and fear.The cartel boss was already there, sitting on a metal chair in the center of the room, smoking a cigar. Two of his men stood behind him, hands near their weapons, eyes scanning me like I was prey.“Frederico,” the boss said, his voice low and gravelly. He was a large man with a scarred face, gold chains around his neck, and a tattoo of a coiled snake on his forearm.“You,” he puffed on his cigar, “are late.”“I’m never late,” I replied calmly, my hands in my pockets. “I arrive when I choose to. You should know that by now.”He chuckled, puffing smoke into the air.“Still the same arrogant bastard. Sit.”“Still the same old scarred face,” I retorted.He smiled. “Hmmm.”I sat down opposite him while my men stayed a few feet behind me.The deal was simple. I had brought what they wanted—high-grade product in

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Frederico Grey VolkovI’ll celebrate the death of that miserable son of a bitch. Knowing how efficient my henchmen are, his body will be in a duffel bag before I finish my drink. A lesson to all that Frederico is never weak.The bounty hunters moved fast.By the time I finished my first glass of whiskey, they had already dragged the cartel boss into the underground training facility — a cold, concrete bunker beneath an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The place was designed for one purpose: breaking men who thought they could cross me.I arrived shortly after, my black suit still immaculate, my steps measured. The boss was already tied to a metal chair in the center of the room, his face bruised from the initial capture. His men had been slaughtered during the raid — their bodies left behind as a message.The goods I had delivered were retrieved, along with the cash they had tried to steal, and more — three extra duffel bags filled with unmarked bills from their safe.I

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Alex VolkovI sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the documents Viktor had delivered spread across the coffee table like a death sentence.Grey had officially cut me off.No more access to the family name, no financial safety net, no board seats, nothing. Just a cold, impersonal letter stating that my access to all Volkov assets and privileges had been revoked effective immediately.I stared at my signature on the final page for a long moment. Three hundred million dollars from the masked man stared back at me in my mind—a lifeline I had already spent in my head a dozen times over.“This is temporary,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my jaw. “I’ll bounce back bigger than before. I always do.”Viktor had left with the signed papers without a word, his face as unreadable as ever.I had zero regrets.I had a backup plan.I always had a backup plan.The sound of the front door opening pulled me from my thoughts.Mia walked in, practically bouncing with excitement, her heels clicki

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AlexLuckily for me, a truck had stopped by, and the driver, a kind old man, helped me in and insisted on taking me to the hospital.“I should be taking you to see a doctor. You can’t go home looking like this.” He complained for what felt like the hundredth time.I wouldn’t allow him to take me somewhere those guys could find me and finish what they started.“I… would be best… taken care of at home…” I managed to squeeze the words out, taking deep breaths between each sentence.“Save your breath, okay? Talking won’t do you any good. Here, type in your home address, and I’ll handle the rest,” he said kindly.I weakly took the mobile phone, entered my address, and handed it back to him.“Mind telling me what happened to you?” he asked for the first time since he had picked me up from the roadside.“I was robbed… and…” I lied.“Say no more, son. I pray karma rains down on those sick motherfuckers.”Amen to that.He dropped me off and asked if I needed any more help. I turned him down, a

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AlexMy skull felt like it was splitting in two, a throbbing agony pulsing behind my eyes that made me squeeze them shut the moment I tried to open them.The violent ache brought a sudden realization.Those masked men had hit me.I remembered them bursting into the wedding, firing rapid gunshots into the air.They had come for me.That much I knew now.I had many enemies, but only one immediately came to mind.The job I had failed to deliver.I tried to raise a hand to soothe the ache in my head, but my arms didn’t respond.Panic rushed through my chest as I realized I couldn’t move them.I flexed my wrists, only to discover they were pulled tightly behind my back, bound against a wooden chair. I shifted my weight, but my feet and ankles were tied to the chair legs just as securely.I was completely immobilized.Damn those shitheads!Forcing my racing heart to slow down, I bit down on my dry lips and forced my heavy eyelids open.The room was dim, illuminated only by a single bare bul

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Frederico Grey Volkov“Viktor.”The second I landed from Mexico, I had come straight to the company.“Boss.”“I want every detail on who ordered the car bomb in Mexico.”Viktor’s brows pulled together. He stayed quiet for a second—the way he always did when he had something on his mind.“Speak.”“Boss… the cartel boss already named the Governor. Do we still need more proof?”I smiled.“Viktor. He pointed the finger at the Governor, yes. But men like that will say anything with a gun to their head. I want the truth dug out, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left to hide.”“Understood, Boss. Your meeting with Mr. Smith is about to start.”I stood, smoothed my jacket, and walked out. There was still a snake to deal with.The private lounge was quiet when I walked in. Smith was already seated, nursing a glass of whiskey. He didn’t stand up this time. He just watched me with that calm, calculating look of a man who had already decided which side he wanted to land on.“Grey,” he said si

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