All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Danny’s POV If you ever thought your life is really so bad, you definitely haven't heard my story yet. "Mum please stop, you are hurting me!" I yelled at the top of my voice as she pulled me by the hair, shoving me straight into the couch. My weight slammed on it, as tears began to spill out my eyes. "You feminine bastard!" she thundered, pointing fingers at me. "It's bad enough you are a weak omega, but how dare you choose to be a stripper? why can't you be like your brothers? Strong and capable Alpha's, why can't you be normal?" Her voice echoed loud in the house, as my alpha brothers just watched her, laughing at my pain like they always did. This isn't a first time thing though. This was my life everyday. With every passing day I get hated in this house for one thing or the other. Growing up, I was first hated for being too feminine. I thought that would be the worst that could happen to me but no, it got worse. I took the secondary test at the age of eighteen. All m

Danny’s POV Yes, I did what anyone else would do when their life was falling completely apart: I took the deal and got in the car. I didn't know if they were going to harvest my organs, sell me into a ring, or whatever, but honestly, I was desperate enough to try. The interior of the Rolls Royce was dead silent, smelling like brand new leather and expensive cologne. I sat pressed against the door, clutching the leather seat with my knuckles turned white, staring out at the dark trees zooming past. The guy didn't say a word the whole time. He just sat beside me as the driver drove like he was on a secret military mission. After about fifteen minutes of pure, agonizing silence, the car screeched to a gentle halt. "We're here," he said, stepping out and opening the door for me. I slid out right behind him, my knees feeling a little weak. The first thing that hit me was the absolute, reeking stench of money. Everything was designed in sleek, cold black and white. There was

Danny’s POV I opened my eyes and I was suddenly hit by the fancy yellow lights glowing down from the ceiling. I got up quickly from the bed, and turned my face to the side of the bed. There he was. He was laying right there beside me. His hair was roughly splayed across the white pillows as he slept soundly, looking way too calm for what had happened between us. I tried to swing my legs off the bed, but a sharp, excruciating pain shot through my lower back and ass. "Fuck!" I whimpered, clutching the silk sheets as tears stung my eyes. Then, the memories came rushing back all at once...the heat, the desk, the heavy hands on my hips, the brutal thrusts. My hand flew to my neck, fingers trembling as they brushed over the swollen, throbbing skin. No. No... no way. God no. I scrambled out of the bed, ignoring the ache in my limbs, and practically limped over to the full-length mirror near the closet. There it was. A deep, angry bite mark sitting right on the curve of my col

Danny’s POV I stepped down from the cab, my friend Erica already waiting on the curb. She paid the driver, and he pulled away fast. She didn't press me with questions right then, which was a relief because I didn't even know where to start. I had managed to text her some details about the whole saga from yesterday, just some of it though. I had told her, I was accidentally marked by an Alpha stranger. Accident? I scoffed internally as I walked up the stairs behind her. That wasn't an accident. He took complete advantage of me. The second we got inside her apartment, I dropped onto the sofa and buried my face in my hands. "Okay, boy. You have to tell me what the hell is going on," Erica said, leaning in. Her eyes had that familiar, sharp glint she gets whenever she smells juicy gossip. "At least tell me... was he hot?" I lifted my head, giving her a flat glare. A dry, bitter smile pulled at my mouth as my stepbrother’s voice suddenly echoed in my head: Did you actually come to Mum

Chapter 9: Chad’s POV I stood in front of my full view mirror, adjusting the gold cufflinks on my sleeves. I had an important business dinner to attend with my cousin, and I was already behind schedule. My phone buzzed on the glass table, Noah’s caller ID flashing on the screen again. I rolled my eyes and swiped to answer. Before I could even say a word, Noah’s voice boomed through the speaker. "I am bringing the boy inside the house whether you like it or not! Do you hear me?!" he barked, slamming the line dead before I could respond. I stared at my reflection, my jaw tightening as I straightened my tie. Noah was my right hand man and my oldest friend, but not once in twenty years had he raised his voice at me like that. Yet this helpless, fragile omega was making my most loyal enforcer snap at his boss. I had given clear orders: I didn't want Danny in this mansion. I had offered to let him stay initially, but he left without taking my money, and I wasn't about to run around cha