All Chapters of MY TABOO STEP DADDY : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

[CARLTON’S POV] The scream that tears from my throat doesn't feel like it belongs to me.It's an animal sound, primal and desperate, the kind of sound that comes from somewhere so deep inside your body that you didn't even know it existed. The words "Mom has escaped" are still hanging in the air like a curse, like something poisonous that's slowly spreading through the compound, and I'm standing in the middle of Tristan's war room with my hands shaking so hard I can barely feel them.Two dead.Two of Tristan's men, found at the cellar entrance with wood driven through their chests. Sharp wood. Deliberate. The kind of killing that requires planning and strength and a willingness to get your hands dirty in a way that most people can't even conceive of.My mother killed them.The realization doesn't come gently. It crashes through me like a tsunami, flattening everything in its path, and suddenly I can't breathe. The air in the room has become too thick, too heavy, and I'm clawing at

[CARLTON’S POV]The files are in my hands, and they feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.Tristan has told me everything. Every word. Every detail. And Selene has filled in the gaps with her own fragmented memories—a child's perspective on a murder, a child's terror when men in suits threatened her with death if she ever spoke the words she'd seen.Declan sits beside Selene, and they're holding each other like they're afraid the other might disappear. Damon is patting my hair with gentle hands, whispering that it's okay, that none of this is my fault, that I'm going to survive this. Amanda sits alone in the corner, her face a mask of guilt and something that looks like she's trying to understand how her existence came from such violence.The pictures in the files show Camilla.She's young in them—maybe mid-twenties, dark hair like Tristan's, eyes that hold a softness that suggests she trusted the world to be kind to her. She's wearing a nun's habit in some photos, and there's someth

[CARLTON’S POV]The van smells like gasoline and fear.I can taste it on the back of my tongue—that particular metallic flavor that comes from adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream at speeds your body isn't equipped to handle. My hands are shaking, and I keep pressing them flat against my thighs to hide it, but I know everyone in this confined space can see exactly what's happening. The slight tremor in my fingers. The way my jaw is clenching so hard I'm worried my teeth might crack. The fact that I keep forgetting to breathe and then suddenly gasping like I'm drowning in air.Tristan sits beside me, and his presence is a physical weight—heavy and immovable and absolutely terrifying in its certainty. He's studying the iPad displaying the drone feed of the Dickson villa, and his expression doesn't shift as he takes in the scope of what we're up against. The cultists are everywhere. Pyramid symbols carved into foreheads like brands, like ownership marks. They're moving in coord

[TRISTAN’S POV]I come awake like something violent is dragging me out of the deep.The sedative is still in my bloodstream, making everything feel slow and thick and impossible to process. My eye—the good one—opens to find myself in the hospital room, and the rage that floods through me is so immediate and all-consuming that it takes me a moment to realize what's actually happening.Carlton is in the ICU.Carlton is dying.The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow, and I'm on my feet before my body is fully conscious, before I've properly processed why I'm here, before I understand the full scope of what Carlton did while I was unconscious.He went in alone.He faced Delinda alone.He got himself poisoned while I was out cold like some weak bastard who couldn't handle a simple sedative.The rage doesn't diminish: it just transforms into something sharper and more focused. I'm moving through the hospital like a man possessed, and everyone has the good sense to get ou

[TRISTAN’S POV] ONE MONTH LATER.Flashback!!!!The phone call comes at three in the morning, and I know before I even open my eyes that something has shattered.Selene's voice is sharp, professional, but underneath it, I can hear the tremor of someone who's trying very hard not to fall apart. "He's gone."Those two words are enough to stop my heart.I'm out of bed before she finishes the sentence, already reaching for my clothes, my mind cataloging weapons and exit strategies and the thousand different ways I'm going to destroy whoever took Carlton from me."What happened?" My voice comes out like something dragged across gravel."The nightclub. Two hours ago. He went to the bathroom and never came back."The memory of last night hits me like a physical blow.Carlton on his knees in front of me in the private banister, his mouth working my cock with the kind of enthusiasm that made me want to take him right there in front of everyone. His face when he pulled away, cum and spit coati