Book 2 - The Ultimate Prize, Chapter 1 - Happy Birthday

Book 2: The Ultimate Prize by MC.
WARNING: This is a **DARK** ROMANCE MAFIA STORY. Reader discretion is advised. There will be mature and maybe disturbing themes such as but not limited to violence, gore, blood, torture, kidnapping, crude language, weapon use, mental health exploitation, abuse, assault, male domination, forced relationships, graphic sex scenes, BDSM/sexual kinks, reverse-harem/ polyamorous relationships. Please keep all comments constructive and positive.

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**Madison**

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dearest Maddie! Happy Birthday to you!" My family sang loudly and very off-key. My very testosterone-filled family, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. My daddy Jason kisses me on the cheek before I make my wish and blow out my candles on my custom three-tiered cake that our house chef Reggie made for me. My papa Ben cut the cake. Yum! Red velvet with chocolate chips is my absolute favorite.

As is customary in my family, I give the first piece to someone I love and cherish the most. Every year it is always the same. My mom. She is the rock of this whole family. I don’t know how she does it honestly. I take the large piece of cake on the plate and walk over to my mom, who like every year is surprised and starts to cry. She is sitting in my dad Charlie’s lap who feigns hurt that I didn’t choose him, like he does every year. I give him a kiss on the cheek which makes him soften up like the teddy bear he is.

My Abba Kai comes waltzing into the kitchen with a large white box with a huge pink bow.

“For our Princess!” he sang out and placed the box on the table. “Thank you, Abba!” I kissed him on the cheek and he beamed the brightest smile.

My name is Madison Gracelynn O'Donnell. Today is my twenty–first birthday. My fathers and my mom are still going strong after thirty-five years and I am the youngest of thirteen children. I have twelve older brothers. I technically am a triplet, but it turns out that I was born two minutes after midnight, so Tristin and Lucien celebrated yesterday and I get a day all to myself. Luckily I am not the only girl anymore, but we are still outnumbered by like a thousand to one. Not even kidding. Thankfully, most of my brothers are married now so mom and I have more girls to be around.

My mom gave me a bear hug and wasted no time in taking the first bite so my greedy little nephews could get their hands on the sugar.

Yes, I said nephews. This family has a lottery for the Y chromosome. I have fifteen nephews and still not one niece. So when I say we have a very testosterone-filled family, I mean it.

Caden and Arthur married a lovely girl named Beth about ten years ago now. They now have six kids, three sets of twins that look just like my brothers. Their story is very similar to my parents. To say Mom was upset when they brought her home was an understatement. The term ‘ass-whooping’ is putting it lightly for what my mother did to them. As my dads love to remind everyone, she channeled her ‘inner Grammy’ and that is a very scary sight. No one wants Mom to unleash her ‘grammy’ side. It’s not very often, but when she does, watch out. Beth and I became close from the beginning and she still is one of my favorite people in the family.

August married a girl named Sailor and they just had their third son while Xavier and Zayn followed the family polyamorous trend by marrying Sailor’s twin sister Willa. They have three little munchkins as well.

Oliver is in a throuple with James and Sasha and they have two boys and one on the way. Julien surprised our family by joining the priesthood. He made his final vows about four years ago. While we are not a religious family, Julien found his faith and we are so proud of him. You’d think he would be super judgy of our family choices, but he is cool. He used to be one of the best snipers in the company before he hung up his gun for the cloth. Good for him.

Jamison just got married last year to his high school sweetheart Hope after he knocked her up and Chapman just got engaged two months ago to a really lovely girl named Robin. Wyatt, Tristin, and Lucien are all certified playboys. Pretty sure none of them are going to settle down anytime soon. Wyatt is finishing up medical school this year and my twin brothers will be graduating this year from Harvard.

I am homeschooled. Not past tense. Still am. I take online courses from Yale. I have always been homeschooled. My brothers got to go to St. Mark’s Prep and then they all went off to college and got their degrees. But me, nope. I got fancy tutors growing up. The only friends I made were the house staff, my brothers, and the friends they brought home, who were usually guys who were eventually recruited into the family business.

I got really close to one of Caden’s friends for most of my youthful days. I remember he was always around growing up. My brothers and he were inseparable. Pretty sure I thought he was one of my brothers for the longest time. He was considerably older than me as most of my brothers are, but he always brought me treats and played with me when all the boys were too busy training or studying or just couldn’t spend time with me. His name was Damien. I may have had a crush on him when I was like seven. He disappeared about eight years ago. Just stopped coming by and my brother would only say that he was not coming back. I overheard once that he was on a mission that went wrong and they presumed he died. I also heard from my snooping that he was a traitor. It broke my heart.

I opened the box in front of all my family as they happily ate cake. “Oh my goodness! This is too much! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I ran over to my parents and hugged each of them tightly before returning to my big box of goodies. It was the new Vera Bradley Collection with paisley colors. It was full of pink, yellow, and purple flowers. There was a matching set that included the fluffiest throw blanket, a whole stationery set, a shoulder tote bag, a mini backpack, a stainless steel water bottle, a cross-body purse, a wallet, a wristlet, a phone cover, and hair accessories. It was an older collection no longer in stock and one I had been saving up for a whole year.

My parents may be insanely rich, but they try not to spoil us. When I turned eighteen, I talked to my parents about letting me work part-time so I could earn my own wages. As I can never leave the compound without a small army of gun-wielding guards, I was given a chance to be my mom’s assistant. I work about fifteen hours a week so it doesn’t take away from my studies.
While the party continued, Oliver came up to me and whispered in my ear “Meet us at Lux tonight.” I looked at him with shock and whispered back “You know the parental units will not let me go out after dark, let alone to a club.”

Lux was one of the many clubs that my family owned. It was a higher-class dance club and bar and the basement was a BDSM dungeon.

He looked at me with a stoic expression. “Maddie, you and I and everyone but our parents know that you frequently sneak out. How you manage to do it is still a mystery though. And we all know Lux is one of your favorite hangouts. It’s a good thing that I am the one who manages it. How do you think you have gotten away with drinking, hm? So sneak out tonight. And besides, we will have a masquerade theme tonight. It’s your birthday baby sis. You only turn 21 once. Most of us will be there anyway so there is nothing to worry about.” He walked away after winking at me and went to his husband and embraced him like he just didn’t conspire to get me eternally grounded or worse chained to my bed if I got caught.

I chewed the inside of my lower lip, a nervous little habit I’ve had most of my life. I sighed as I contemplated the offer. Ah, fuck it!

As if Oliver was reading my mind, he looked at me and I nodded subtly to him. He smirked at me and went back to his conversation.

“Enjoying your party Princess?” Daddy Jason asked me, coming up and putting a protective arm over my shoulders. I hated that I inherited my mom’s short genes. Well, I honestly inherited everything from my mom. I was her mini-me right down to the chubby hourglass figure, hazel eyes, and curly brown hair. My mom says the only thing I seemed to inherit from my dad was his temper and eye for mischief.

I hummed and nodded. “Yeah, Daddy. Thank you again for everything. The presents were too much as always. I was just happy to have everyone here. Even Julien stayed from yesterday for the boys which was so great. I missed him terribly.”

Daddy smiled at me and kissed my forehead sweetly as he walked off and found Mom. After so many years you’d think they would be sick of each other, but they all still act like they were teenagers.

I was a daddy’s girl. And I had four of them wrapped around my fingers. Daddy and Abba were the easiest on me; I could bat my eyelashes and give a little pout and they were putty in my hands. Mom taught me that trick early on. Let’s face it, they were putty in her hands too. Case in point, as I watch my mom whisper something in Daddy’s ear. You can see him groan and his knees buckle slightly. She just pouted and touched his chest lightly and he bowed his head and it was a clear sign of defeat. They are so pussy whipped.