All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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The Seat at the Head

Eden’s POVThe morning sun cut through the heavy floor-to-ceiling windows of the grand dining room, casting long, sharp golden beams across the polished mahogany table. The scent of dark espresso, fresh pastries, and expensive leather filled the air, but the atmosphere remained thick, heavy with the lingering static of yesterday's violence.I stood at the entrance of the room for a fraction of a second, adjusting the cuffs of my fresh cream silk blouse. I’d paired it with a tailored, high-waisted black pencil skirt and classic stilettos. My hair was swept up into a sleek, professional twist, leaving the sharp lines of my jawline completely exposed. The small split on my bottom lip was a faint, pink line now—thanks to Jonas's ointment—and the heavy silver Moretti signet ring glinted on my middle finger, a trophy demanding to be seen.Silas stood directly behind me.To the rest of the world, the Butcher of Berlin was entirely back in his armor. He was wearing a fresh charcoal suit, his

The Extermination Protocol

Eden’s POVThe luxury of the Schmidt mansion was a fortress, but a fortress is only as good as the territory it controls.By mid-afternoon, the rain had finally stopped, leaving New York wrapped in a thick, humid fog. I was sitting in Daddy’s private study, a room lined with heavy oak bookshelves, dark green leather sofas, and the faint scent of expensive cigars. I had an espresso sitting next to my open laptop, my fingers sweeping across the digital transfers of the newly acquired Moretti accounts, while Mia stood by the window, diligently cross-referencing shipping manifests on a tablet.The heavy mahogany door clicked open, and Daniel stepped inside. His face was entirely devoid of its usual calm, calculated precision. It was a cold mask of tactical alert."We have a situation," Daniel said, his voice dropping into that low, serious register that usually preceded a body count. "Sandro Moretti just crawled out of his hole. The rat is desperate."I didn't blink. I didn't tense. I sim

The Sovereign's Pool

Eden’s POVThe steam rising from the massive, custom-built outdoor pool pavilion looked like a low cloud floating over the water. It was past midnight. The heavy glass walls of the enclosure blocked out the freezing New York wind, trapping the thick, humid heat inside, smelling of ozone, heated stone, and the faint, natural scent of chlorine.The lights were completely off, save for the deep, underwater luminescent glow that turned the entire pool into a shifting basin of sapphire blue.I stood at the edge of the deep end, my hands slowly reaching for the tie of my emerald robe. The silence in the pavilion was absolute, broken only by the soft lapping of the heated water against the dark tile borders. One by one, the silk panels parted, and I let the fabric slip from my shoulders, pooling around my high heels like liquid. I kicked the stilettos aside, stepping out completely naked onto the smooth, warm stone.The water was a welcome, scorching embrace as I slid under the surface. I sw

Please Fuck me, Felix

Mia’s POVThe mansion was a labyrinth of shadows, gold, and secrets, and I was the ghost haunting its edges.I had been here for days, watching from the periphery, learning the rhythm of the Kings. My world had been nothing but the cold, sterile, and terrifying reality of the Moretti penthouse until Eden—my Queen—plucked me from the fire. I owed her my life, my freedom, and my absolute allegiance. But as I spent my nights curled up in the guest wing, listening to the heavy thuds against the walls and the desperate, breathless cries that echoed through the corridors, something dark and rotting began to fester in my chest.It was jealousy. A sharp, stinging envy that moved through my veins like ice water.Every time I looked at Eden, I saw the absolute, unyielding worship in their eyes. I saw the way Silas, the terrifying Butcher, went soft and broken for her touch. I saw the way Daniel looked at her as if she were the only variable in his world that mattered. They were the most powerfu

The Predator’s Watch

Felix’s POVI slammed the bedroom door shut behind the girl, the click of the lock echoing with a finality that felt almost like a release. My pulse was still hammering, not from arousal, but from a jagged, irritating frustration that clawed at the back of my throat. I walked over to the minibar, pouring myself two fingers of straight bourbon and downing it in one breath. The bite of the alcohol did nothing to settle the sour, oily taste her desperation had left in my mouth.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, the screen illuminating the dark room with a harsh, clinical glow, and tapped into the encrypted channel connecting the six of us.“Meeting in the study. Now.”I didn't wait for a response. I pulled on a pair of dark trousers and a black button-down, leaving the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my movements sharp and agitated. When I walked into the study, the scene was already set. Jonas was standing by the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadabl

Let the games begin.

Eden’s POVThe mansion was silent, save for the tick of the grandfather clock in the foyer and the distant, muffled sound of the security team patrolling the perimeter. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my private office, a single glass of amber scotch in my hand, watching the fog roll across the sprawling grounds.My reflection in the glass was composed and absolutely lethal. But it wasn't my own reflection I was focused on.Down in the mirrored hallway, I saw her. Mia. She was supposed to be in the east wing, polishing the silver in the dining room, but she was lingering near the entrance to the gym. She stood there, her body angled in a way that offered a clear view of the interior, where I knew Silas and Daniel were currently training. Her hand was resting on the doorframe, her gaze intense, hungry, and entirely devoid of the quiet reverence she had displayed when I first brought her into this house.She wasn't looking at the training equipment. She was looking at the way

The Silver fox

Mia’s POVThe silence of the mansion was never truly empty; it was pressurized, heavy with the weight of the men who walked its halls. I had spent the last twenty-four hours in a state of controlled madness. My failure in Felix’s suite still burned like acid on my skin, but instead of breaking me, it had refined my focus. I stopped trying to force the moment. I stopped lurking near gym doors like a stray. I became what they expected me to be: the invisible, efficient, and utterly forgettable assistant.I was learning. If I wanted to survive the Queen’s court, I had to be the best-trained hound in the kennel.When Eden returned this afternoon, the air in the foyer didn't just shift; it shattered. She was accompanied by a man who moved with a terrifying, absolute authority that made my breath hitch. He was a silver fox—steely, dangerous, and possessing the same lethal predatory architecture as the brothers. The resemblance was uncanny, yet he held a gravity that made the brothers look l

The Garden of False Innocence

Eden’s POVThe night air in the private gardens was crisp, biting, and scented with the damp, earthy aroma of midnight-blooming jasmine. The moonlight cast long, jagged shadows across the manicured gravel paths, turning the rose bushes into dark, skeletal shapes. I walked slowly, the silk of my robe whispering against the crushed stone, my mind entirely focused on the chess match I was currently playing.I had left Mia in the kitchen, but I had watched her reaction when I invited her to walk with me. It was the reaction of a cornered animal that had just realized the cage door was open. She was nervous, her movements jerky, her eyes darting toward the darkened windows of the mansion as if looking for an escape route that didn't exist."It’s a beautiful night, isn't it, Mia?" I said, my voice trailing off into the stillness. I didn't look at her. I walked with the deliberate, unhurried pace of someone who owned the very ground being trodden."Yes, Queen. It’s... it’s very peaceful," sh

The Banquet of Hubris

Eden’s POVThe grand dining hall was a masterclass in intimidation. Crystal chandeliers cast a cold, brilliant light over the mahogany table, which was set for a high-stakes dinner with the regional union leads—the very men I had spent the last week bringing to heel. The air smelled of aged bourbon, roasted venison, and the sharp, metallic tang of shifting power dynamics.I sat at the head of the table, flanked by Daddy and the brothers. My presence was absolute; I wore a gown of liquid gold that seemed to bleed into the shadows, a stark contrast to the dark, tactical precision of the men surrounding me.Mia was in her element, or so she thought. She had been tasked with circulating the room, pouring vintage Bordeaux for our guests. She moved with a practiced, feline grace, her gaze perpetually flickering toward the head of the table.She was emboldened. The garden walk had been a trap she didn't realize she’d walked into, and now, she was drunk on her own delusion, believing she had

The Cost of Ambition

Eden’s POVThe kitchen was cold, the air thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and the lingering, suffocating tension of the recent purge. Silas had effectively removed the "problem" from the dining hall, leaving Mia huddled in the corner of the staff quarters, her pride shattered and her delusions laid bare.I didn't rush. I finished the meal, I finalized the logistics for the northern territories with the union leads, and I ensured that every person in that room understood exactly what the hierarchy of the Schmidt family looked like. I was the architect, Daddy was the foundation, and the brothers were the steel. There was no room for anything—or anyone—else.When I finally descended to the staff quarters, the house was silent.Silas was standing guard outside the door, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his expression one of bored, predatory patience. He didn't say a word as I approached; he just stepped aside, his eyes tracking my movement with a look of absolute, unwave

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