All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nathan's POVThe meeting rolls on around us, but she doesn’t move away. Half an hour later, her head gently rests against my shoulder. She looks exhausted, the kind of deep weariness that no amount of adrenaline or teasing can push through.“Do you want to take a nap in the office?” I murmur.She gives a faint shake of her head, slow and silent.I adjust my chair and gently lift her into my lap, turning her so she’s facing me, her legs curled against the side of mine. She leans in close, tucking herself beneath my chin, and lets out a soft sigh. My arms wrap around her instinctively. She shifts once to get comfortable, then settles.She should have slept longer after last night. But if she’s going to rest now, curled up in my arms like she belongs there, I’m not going to move her.She’s safe here, and maybe for the first time since she walked into our world, she knows it.I return my focus to the meeting, letting the conversation wash over me while keeping one arm wrapped around Harpe

Mason’s POVShe really does seem calmer now. Maybe it’s just because Theo isn’t around to rile her up with his chaotic energy and smug grins, or maybe it’s something more than that. There’s a softness in her shoulders I hadn’t noticed before, something settled. Or maybe she’s just finally had a few minutes to breathe.I want to find her mom. Not the one who gave birth to her, the one she lost, but the woman who stepped in and gave her a family afterward. The one who Mark pushed out of Harper’s life when things started tightening around her. Harper says they all left her, that her friends gave up on her and her mother did too, but I don’t buy that. Not fully. I think some part of her knows deep down that it wasn’t that simple, that maybe Mark made it impossible for them to stay.I glance at her, curious. “How do you know the word ‘Rigger’?”She grins, mischievous and bright. “My mind is magic. It just tells me these things.”I chuckle. Of course she says that. But then her voice soften

Mason’s POVI pull out of her slowly, and she whimpers at the loss, her body trembling with need.She looks incredible like this. I’d spent most of today planning how I wanted to bind her. I didn’t want to go with something simple, but I also didn’t want to tie her in a way that put too much strain on her body, especially not the first time. Arms and legs are usually the quickest way to suspend someone, but that method carries a lot of pressure.And with her, that kind of pressure might be too much right now. She’s never done anything like this before. Her muscles aren’t used to the strain, and I’m not interested in hurting her in the wrong way. So I shifted the tension, distributing it with a chest harness. That way, her arms and legs carry less of the load, and the strain spreads more evenly.The ropes

Theo’s POVThe pen keeps tapping against the wood, my rhythm matching the seconds ticking by on the clock. I glance at the time again, and then again, like looking might somehow make it move faster.“Theo,” Nathan’s voice slices clean through my thoughts. “You do realise you’re not seeing her tonight, right?”My eyes narrow, and he just chuckles like it’s all amusing to him.“She’s with Mason. She needs one night alone with each of us to figure out if this is something she wants. And we need it too, to make sure it can actually work.”“Mason took over my night,” I remind him flatly.“That’s because you didn’t do what you were supposed to,” he snaps. Then he stops himself and glares at me. &ldquo

Harper POVI jolt awake, gasping. My body is slick with sweat, my heart thudding so hard it hurts. I sit up, the blanket tangled around me, the room dim but real. The nightmare clings to me like static, the images still burned behind my eyes. I touch my face, just to make sure I’m really here.The bed is cold when I reach across it, and for a moment, I wonder if he just slipped out to the bathroom. But minutes pass and he doesn’t come back. The room is too still, too quiet. My body won’t stop shaking. I sit up and switch on the light, letting it flood the space and push away the dark that still lingers in my mind.Mason isn’t here. I have no idea where he went, and even if I did, I don’t think I could sit here alone tonight. Not after that. The dream still clings to me, sticky and heavy, like smoke in my lungs.I pull the sheet around my shoulders and slip out of the