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CHAPTER 087
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Mark’s POVIt had been three weeks. Three long, quiet, strange weeks, no gunfire, no ambushes, no blood.Just silence.And for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe.But it didn’t feel right.The world didn’t go back to normal. It just… slowed down and maybe that was worse. Because in the quiet, I remembered everything. Her face. The threats. That damn cell where Sage and I were given a death countdown like we were in some twisted game show.And Alice.Yeah. Her too.I couldn’t forget the way she broke down, not even when I tried. I saw her everywhere—in my sleep, in the shower, sometimes when I closed my eyes for too long.But I wasn’t angry anymore.Just tired.Sage stayed with me the whole time. She didn’t talk much about what happened. Didn’t force me to either. She just made coffee in the mornings and put clean bandages on my shoulder. She’d fall asleep on the couch with a book on her lap, and I’d watch her like she was the last good thing I had left.And mayb
DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING Chapter 089
Mark’s POVThe halls were half-lit, quiet, but my blood roared too loud in my ears to care. I didn’t know where she went. I didn’t care. I just knew she was still here. Somewhere in the belly of this godforsaken place.Alice.I stalked through broken doors and bodies, past empty rooms and shattered glass, my boots echoing off the floor like war drums. I didn’t stop. Not even when Hector’s voice buzzed through the comms, telling me to wait, to breathe.There was no time.She ran from this.She lit the match and ran, like she always did.And I was going to finish what she started.I hit the basement level when I heard something—bare feet slapping tile. Fast. Panicked.I turned the corner just as she did.And there she was.Alice.Hair wild, blood on her cheek, eyes like a wild animal.She stopped. We stared at each other for a second, maybe less. Her eyes narrowed and she yanked the gun from her waistband.I moved faster.Before she could pull the trigger, I charged her and slammed her
DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING CHAPTER 088
Mark’s POVThey dragged us back to the cell like we were trash.Sage was quiet beside me, her hand in mine, trembling just a little. I knew she was trying to be strong for me. I could feel it in the way she gripped my fingers, in the tight set of her jaw. But I’d known her long enough to tell—she was barely holding it together.I was too.Because even though I told that bastard Vincent I’d never touch Alice, the threat still lingered. And every second we stayed here, I knew we were running out of time.That’s why I didn’t waste any.The moment they locked us in, I dropped to my knees and pulled the small tracking chip from inside my boot. One of the guards hadn’t noticed when I yanked it off a body on the walk back. Idiot had it half-hanging off his belt.I cracked open the casing with my teeth and yanked the wire free. Thank God Hector taught me enough back in our black ops days to reroute the signal manually.Sage sat in the corner, watching me. “What is that?”I looked up briefly,
DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING CHAPTER 087
Sage’s POVI wish time had stopped in that cell.Just me and Mark. Quiet. Close. Breathing the same air. His skin still warm against mine, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. We didn’t sleep—how could we? We just held each other, like maybe if we stayed that way long enough, the world would forget about us.But the world didn’t forget.The guards came right as the sun broke through the bars. Boots stomping. Keys jangling. Orders barked.I didn’t let go of him. Not until they dragged me off him. I screamed. Fought. But they were stronger. Colder. And I could still hear Mark shouting my name as they shoved me into a hallway that smelled like metal and death.They marched us through winding corridors. Dim lights. Concrete floors. Cameras on every wall. I had no idea where we were. Some underground fortress. A dungeon, maybe. One of a million places Vincent DeLuca could hide bodies where no one would ever find them.When they finally pushed us into a wide, open room, I almost collapsed.
DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING CHAPTER 086
Sage’s POV I woke up to the sound of breathing.Not loud. Not labored. Just… steady. Close.My head ached. My wrists burned. My knees felt like they’d been dragged over glass. And for a second, I thought I was dreaming. That I was still back in my apartment. Or in Beth’s car. Or on the floor of Hector’s garage while we were trying to track down Alice’s crazy ass.But then I opened my eyes.And there he was.Mark.Sitting against the far wall of a cell, hands on his knees, shirt stained with something dark—maybe blood, maybe sweat, maybe both. His lip was busted. His hair stuck to his forehead. And even like that—messed up and barely hanging on—he looked like home.My whole body hurts.But my heart? It cracked open the second I saw him.“Mark,” I whispered.His head snapped up.And then he was in front of me.His hands cupped my face so gently I almost cried. “Sage,” he breathed. “Jesus, are you okay?”I nodded, even though I wasn’t.I was bruised, scraped, probably concussed. But non
DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING CHAPTER 085
Mark’s POVThey made me change clothes before we got there.Some fancy black suits. No tie. No shoes. Just a white button-up and a jacket, like I was heading to a dinner party instead of my own damn execution. I sat in the back of the van, wrists still zip-tied, ankles cut free just so I could walk into this mansion looking “presentable.”Alice watched me like she was watching her favorite show. No emotion. Just this calm, twisted satisfaction that made my stomach churn.“You really think he won’t kill you too?” I asked her when she handed me the shoes.She smiled, slow and smug. “I’m his blood.”“And he’s a sociopath.”She crouched in front of me, tilting her head. “And you broke his daughter. That’s worse.”I didn’t respond. There was no point. Whatever version of Alice I once knew had burned to ash the moment she faked her death. And the woman in front of me now? This wasn’t grief. This was vengeance.And it was personal.The van finally stopped. I couldn’t see much from the window
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