All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Danny’s POVI was awake, my eyes refusing to open simply because I didn't want them to. I lay there in the absolute silence of the grand house. It was so quiet that if a single needle dropped anywhere on the marble floors, the sound would echo through the entire corridor.I wondered if they had already left for the wedding. Emrys had explicitly asked Chad to move the ceremony to today, and I couldn't help but wonder if Chad had gone through with it.Before I could stop myself, warm tears spilled over my eyelashes, tracking down the sides of my face and pooling into the corners of my ears.Knock. Knock.I heard heavy, footsteps finally approaching down the hallway. I quickly opened my eyes for the first time that morning, pulling the thick duvet up to cover myself properly, before shutting my eyes tight again.Knock. Knock.Someone knocked softly on my door, making my chest tighten into a painful knot. Could it be Chad? I wondered, my heart racing."Puppy," a sharp voice called out th

Danny’s POVWell, the boring chapel ceremony was finally over, and we were now at the grand venue.Honestly, I couldn't help but wonder just how huge Chad's mansion compound actually was, it felt like an entire country club could fit in his backyard. I couldn't believe I had just officially married a man this ridiculously wealthy. I mean, did they really think I was going to give up a life like this just because I was pissed off?!“Danny,” Chad’s deep voice called out as he walked back over to where I was sitting. “Sorry for leaving you alone for a bit. I had to greet some of the political delegates.”I flashed him a sweet, unbothered smile. “It's fine. Carry on with your mafia business or whatever.”I crossed one leg over the other, leaning back into the leather seating as the private pianist sat down at the grand piano and began playing a smooth jazz piece. Almost instantly, the nearby guests turned their attention toward the music.“Right... you should probably tell Noah where Emr

Danny’s POV Chad refused to let me go. This was the exact reason my stepmother used to lecture me about wearing revealing clothes, because now I had awakened a hot, ruthless monster, and there was no turning back. My hands were tightly cuffed above my head to the headboard, the cold steel biting into my wrists every time I twitched. Chad was already going in for our third round, completely tireless. I stared up at his sweaty, broad chest towering over me, totally blocking out the dim, golden light from the bedside lamp. He looked massive, dark, and utterly consumed by raw lust, not even love at this rate. Is this really what I get for getting married? Slowly, deliberately, he grabbed my ankles, lifting my innocent legs and draping them over his broad shoulders one by one. Without a second of hesitation, he aligned himself and drove back inside me with relentless force. "Arghh! Fuck!" I gasped, a loud, helpless moan tearing from my throat as my eyes squeezed shut. "Look at me,

Danny’s POVWe stepped out of the tinted back seat of the car, and I was immediately met with a fortress of heavy security. Chad had brought at least double the bodyguards I’d ever seen him use, a massive lethal wall of suits surrounding us on all sides.I was wearing a fluid white silk top with a completely bare back that dipped down to my waist, paired with sharply tailored trousers. Chad was clad in a dark, structured tuxedo. I knew everyone probably expected me to show up in some traditional, suffocating suit too, but that wasn't my style and I wasn't about to be forced into their stiff mafia dress code.We glided into the grand hall, which was packed to the brim with at least fifty high ranking syndicate members. My eyes swept over the room, three entire generations of absolute cutthroats sitting at round, velvet-draped tables, raising crystal glasses and clinking them against each other in fake celebration.Chad held out his arm, and I wrapped my hand tightly over his forearm

Chadwick’s POV “Fuck! My chest... it hurts,” I whimpered, clutching my ribcage tightly as Godmother stared at me with calculating eyes. I had been in the middle of talking to her about the syndicate's transition, but all of a sudden, a violent, agonizing pain shot through my core. It felt like my very soul was being shredded from the inside out. "Chadwick, are you okay?" she asked, her voice sharp with sudden concern. As soon as her words registered, a wave of cold terror hit me like a physical blow. Danny. Where the fuck was Danny?! I hurriedly yanked my phone out of my jacket pocket and dialed Noah's direct line. It rang out. No answer. "Chad, what is wrong with you?" Godmother demanded. My heart pounded frantically against my ribs, loud and deafening in my ears. "Danny is in danger," I gritted out, my hands shaking. "I can't get through to Noah." I frantically tapped on my screen to call Danny myself. Switched off. Straight to voicemail. "Guards!" I barked into the hall