Todos los capítulos de Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Danny’s POV"Now... start talking," I said, stepping past her into her bedroom.I went straight to the bed and sank onto the mattress while Erica clicked the door shut behind us."Before we start, why the hell are there armed guards in my living room?" Erica asked, gesturing vaguely toward the hallway.Chadwick had insistently refused to let me leave with just a driver. Instead, he assigned a six man security detail in bulletproof vests. They hadn't just parked outside, they had marched straight into her apartment right behind me like a tactical strike team.I let out a long heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair in pure frustration. "Well... that's what happens when your Alpha runs a whole mafia group."Erica’s eyes went wide as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. "Woah... so he's really mafia mafia? Like... actual criminal mafia?"My mind flashed back to the shootout in the shootout, the deafening gunfire and the cold, unblinking way Chadwick had pulled the trigger o

Chadwick’s POVI stared down at him, watching those tear filled blue eyes glare up at me, and my intrusive thoughts finally won.Before he could pull back, I gripped his waist, hooking my fingers into his hips, and lifted him straight up off his feet. His legs instinctively wrapped around my waist to keep from falling."Put me down," he muttered softly. Surprisingly, he didn't even bother thrashing against me this time.I carried him straight across the room, pinning his back flat against the wall. The sudden impact forced a sharp intake of air from his lungs. His Omega scent was leaking out uncontrollably a intoxicating flood of pure, unadulterated pheromones that completely wiped out my restraint. The boy had no idea how transparent his emotions were.I buried my face in the crook of his neck, pressing hot, desperate kisses against his soft skin."Mmhmmph..." Danny whimpered, resting his forehead against my shoulder as he let me devour his neckline. Down below, my length hardened in

Chadwick’s POVI couldn't get a single wink of sleep.I spent the entire night pacing back and forth across the marble floor of my study, watching the darkness outside the windows slowly bleed into early morning light. My mother had made damn sure my brain wouldn't shut off. How in the hell had that old woman concocted such a twisted, sick plan?Miguel’s obsession with Danny didn't even terrify me as much anymore, Miguel was a coward who wouldn't dare cross Mother's explicit orders. That gave me a temporary shield against his madness, since Mother had commanded that I take Danny first.She had given me an impossible ultimatum: force Enigma children onto the boy, or end his life. She wanted to turn Danny into a pure bred breeding machine for the family. He was only twenty three years old, a college kid who didn't deserve a single second of my family's depraved, bloody lifestyle.Knock, knock.The sharp sound at my study door broke through my spiraling thoughts. "Come in," I rasped out

Danny’s POVIt was already late at night. I sat at my desk, idly scrolling through dozens of old videos from the club where I used to work. Specifically, I was rewatching my viral performance clip. The video had hit over thirteen million views, and with all the shares and reposts floating around, easily sixteen million people had seen Danny the stripper.I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long sigh. I stared at the open textbooks spread across my desk. Chadwick hadn't even let me finish my lectures today before having his men haul me off campus for no reason at all.I kept scrolling, my eyes landing on Connor’s recent story posts. Every single day, my stepfamily was out somewhere luxurious, enjoying their lives. In the latest video, they were partying on a private yacht. Chadwick was clearly showering them with absurd amounts of money.I looked around my spacious, silent bedroom, a wave of sadness creeping into my chest. They were out there living it up, while I was trapped in

Danny’s POV "Noah isn't picking up his phone," the guard reported anxiously, his knuckles turning white as he redialed for the fifth time. The silence on the other end was deafening. I bolted back into my bedroom, grabbed my phone off the desk, and frantically dialed Chadwick’s private line. It rang once, twice, before cutting straight to voicemail. A sharp, agonizing spasm ripped through my chest, squeezing my heart so hard that every breath felt like dragging razor blades down my throat. My knees buckled, forcing me to grip the edge of the mahogany table just to stay upright. The mate bond was screaming, twisting like a serrated knife inside my lungs. Something was terribly wrong. "Sir, we just got word from headquarters!" another guard shouted, barging into the room with a ghost-pale face and wild eyes. "Boss was ambushed in the hotel! They brought him to his private medical facility!" "Take me there right now," I commanded, grabbing a hoodie and storming out into the hallwa