Todos los capítulos de Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chadwick’s POV"Chad!"Danny’s voice echoed through the dark fog of my mind, desperate and terrified.My eyes snapped open. The first thing that hit my senses was the stark white ceiling and the rhythmic, hollow beep... beep... beep... of a heart monitor."Where is Danny...?" I rasped, my throat raw as I forced my head to turn.Noah scrambled to the side of my bed, his face ghost-pale. "You’re awake?!" he gasped, turning to a guard near the door. "Get the chief surgeon in here right now!""Where is Danny?" I repeated, my voice dropping into an imperative growl."You need to lie back and rest, Chad," Noah said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Danny is safe at the house."I ignored him, forcing my body to sit upright against the mattress. The head surgeon rushed into the room, flanked by two nurses, instantly hovering over me with diagnostic tools to check my vitals.I didn't pay attention to any of them. Memories of last night flooded back into my brain in violent flashes. I remembered

Danny’s POVMy eyes were closed tight.I could hear and feel the movement of people shifting around the hospital room. And no, my eyes weren't closed because I had fainted, absolutely not.I was just pretending to be unconscious simply because of the overwhelming, humiliating absurdity of what I had just done to reach Chadwick.I listened quietly as Chadwick and Noah’s voices drifted over from the corner of the room. They were discussing my dramatic John wick move through the live gunfire action at the gates."I still can't believe he almost got himself killed just to reach you..." Noah was saying."He wasn't thinking straight," Chadwick muttered softly. "Adrenaline took over."Exactly, I nodded to myself internally. I wasn't thinking at all. I have officially lost my goddamn mind.I cracked one eye open just a sliver to spy on them. Chadwick was sitting in an armchair right beside my bed, wearing a dark grey hospital gown, looking pale with his chest still bandaged beneath the fabri

Danny’s POV “Shouldn't you be the one lying on this bed?” I asked Chadwick, crossing my arms over my chest. He was sitting right beside me in an armchair, looking entirely too comfortable for a man who had almost died. The attending doctor had asked him at least five times to return to his own private recovery ward, but Chadwick had simply growled and refused to budge. “No, Danny. You need to rest,” he insisted softly. He reached over and ran his broad, calloused hand through my hair, stroking it like I was some delicate, fragile porcelain doll that might shatter if he touched me too hard. I cringed internally. Men. Deciding I had played the victim long enough, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and climbed down. My grand performance was officially over. Chadwick was alive. He was sitting right here, breathing, annoying me to death with his overbearing, unnecessary concern. I should had just let him go see his wife. “Danny.....” he started, reaching for

Danny’s POV Chadwick was staring down at me with those half-lidded, lazy eyes while I sat there, practically fuming in anger inside the car. Knock. Knock. A sudden rap on the tinted window broke the tension. I turned my head toward the sound, thoroughly confused. Chadwick tilted his head toward the glass, hit the button, and rolled the window down slowly. Noah was standing outside in the crisp night air. His expression was serious. Very serious. “Boss,” Noah said in a hushed, low voice. “Mother is here.” Chadwick's entire frame instantly went rigid. “Why?” he asked sharply, his jaw clenching. For a fraction of a second, I saw something flicker across his face. It wasn't fear, exactly but it was close enough to make my stomach knot with curiosity. Then, just as fast as it appeared, the mask slipped back into place. Chadwick pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the driveway. I scrambled out right behind him. I wasn't about to sit inside like a helpless chi

Danny’s POV The moment I stepped through the massive front doors of the Rodriguez estate, I knew one thing immediately: I was in serious trouble. Not the kind of trouble where someone was going to yell at me or ground me. No. This was the kind of trouble where armed guards stood at practically every single corner of the building. I slowly looked around the grand entryway. There were guards posted near the entrance. Guards along the main hallway. Guards stationed outside the enormous floor to ceiling glass windows. I was honestly beginning to wonder if there was a dedicated bathroom guard, too. This place was even more heavily fortified than Chadwick's estate, which I hadn't thought was humanly possible. The interior was ridiculously luxurious. Everything looked expensive enough to make me afraid to breathe on it, let alone touch it. Golden chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, polished marble covered the floors, and enormous, ornate oil paintings decorated the walls.