Romans & histoires My Five Guardian Dads

“I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?” My stomach tightens slightly, not in excitement, but in memory. My gaze drops for a second. And suddenly…I see it. Not imagination, but reality. My mom and my three dads. The way they love….. possessive, dominant, dangerous and obsessive. My mom told my sisters and I some stories of what my dads did because they're in love with her. The Mafia romance exists in my family. It's real and not fiction, nor fantasy. Slowly, I shake my head.

“I was going to explain things before he rudely interrupted. I told you that our families were different, Jae. My family are called Guardians. We are drawn to ‘charges’ whom we are tasked to protect. You are my charge. My parents were drawn to you the day we met as someone they were tasked with protecting. It became my duty to protect you after I was initiated this summer. That was why I was so insistent on you sharing those feelings you were getting. That was how I knew they were a warning system for you. Your kind are hardwired with it.” That would explain why Douchewad said that there were four irritating people. My parents and Thad’s kept him at bay. That would also explain why I started

“What genre?” “I’m not sure…” That’s a lie. I cringe on the inside. I know exactly what kind of genre the book belongs to. Which is why I don’t want to share it with Adam. Adam is my guardian and kind of like a dad to me. He and my dad were best friends ever since they worked on a joint chemistry project as kids. In their thirties, the two nerdy peas in a pod became business partners by starting a pharmaceutical company together. However, a few years after my mom lost her battle with liver disease, my dad suffered a stroke and passed away. Adam stepped up to care for me and has been doing an awesome job of it.

How do I explain this to a five year old? "We used to have more. But they died. So now it's just Dad." "How did they die?" "One died protecting us. One died because he made bad choices." "Which one was my real dad?" The question I've been dreading. "Damon is your real dad. But Kieran would have loved you too. Been a dad to you if he'd lived." "What about the bad one?" "He doesn't matter. Don't think about him." "But what if I'm like him? What if I make bad choices too?"

And no matter how much I thought about it, I still didn't know how I was going to find my other mates. How does one girl handle having five mates? It was already a chore navigating my existence with Sylvain and Orion in it. I don't think my fragile heart could take three more men into the equation. "Dad, can we talk about something else?" I mumbled when my father wouldn't stop staring at me like a trophy. "For example, why are you standing out here? Aren't you going to get a job?" My father simply waved his hands dismissively. "I told you I work from home. All I need is my laptop and some snacks and the viola." He spoke with a grin.

I lifted her in a tight hug, realizing how much I had missed her. "Is he taller than us? This isn't right!" Papa grumbled, arms folded as he stood next to Dad and Father. Yeah, I know it's confusing. I was the only kid I knew with three dads and two moms. "He's our future King. He should be taller and stronger," Father said proudly. "He's damn handsome, too. We make perfect Alphas," Dad smirked, all three of them eyeing my moms up and down. "Ew! I just got home!" I groaned, knowing exactly what they were thinking.

“I was ordered to guard you when your grandmother passed away. To see, and wait, for your powers to arise.” "Assigned by whom?" "By me." Dad came back, with Mom right behind him. They both appeared grimmer than ever. “Maxwell is from a line of Guardians that predate even us. "When we needed to contain your power, his family helped provide you a shield. "Shield me from what?"

“So… another day in the life of human-tower guardians?” Damian let out a soft laugh, exhaustion mingled with relief. “Exactly. Another day. Another challenge. But we survived. Together.” Eli’s hand found his. “Together. Always.” The city continued to hum peacefully below, unaware of the invisible guardians above, yet safe because of them. Damian’s pulse glowed faintly, harmonized with both the tower and the world around him. He had faced the first real test above ground—and succeeded. And with Eli at his side, he knew that whatever the city threw at them next, they would face it as one—human and machine, balanced, grounded, and unstoppable.

She and Vincent wanted to trade me in for Wicked Valley's protection, huh? Five years ago, some suicidal drug lord had the nerve to yank out a single strand of my hair. Big Dad had singlehandedly wiped out the guy's entire base. Second Dad had broken every bone in his body and fed them to the dogs. Sixth Dad had strung up his entire extended family at the entrance of the valley and left them there to dry in the wind. My 18 lawless dads would whip out their guns and start a war if I so much as got a scrape. Once they realized who had been abducted and brought to them, the Gray family would be ground to dust.

But he didn’t trust himself to handle something as huge as that. “I know this is not an easy decision. But you are the only one who can help me with this, Damian. Just you.” Damian’s grip on his glass tightened. This was not an easy decision to make. He had never been interested in anything other than his mafia life. He still had his revenge to carry on, and babysitting a friend’s sister, let alone running a company, was not part of his plan, but family over anything. And Killian had become his family the very moment his parents died. “Have the lawyer draft out the necessary documents. And do not rot in bed.”