All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Harper's POVI don't respond, because I'm lost on what to say.“I shouldn’t have let you take control of this in the first place,” he mutters, pouring himself a drink as if this is just another quiet afternoon. “You’re too emotional. You always think with your feelings.”I don’t answer. I keep my face calm, even though my stomach is a mess of knots.“You should’ve been the one demanding payment,” he continues. “But instead you’re playing house with them like they’re your boyfriends, like this is all some romantic game. It’s not. You made a deal, Harper. I put the terms in writing. You know what that means?”“Yes,” I whisper. My throat is dry.“Say it clearly.”My eyes flick up to meet his. “It means I agreed to what we set. That they’d pay. That I’d go.”He nods slowly. “Exactly. So explain to me why you told them not to send the money.”I freeze.He can't see it, there's nothing in it. He’s guessing, and testing.“I didn’t,” I say, my voice low.His gaze sharpens. “Then you won’t min

Theo's POVI drop to my knees in front of her.Her thighs press together on instinct, but I growl low and pull them apart, settling between them.“You came back here, to him” I murmur, dragging my mouth up the inside of her thighShe bites her lip, trying to hold it in. The sounds. The need. The truth.But I don’t want her quiet.I want her wrecked.“Don’t you dare hold it in,” I growl, pressing a kiss to her core before teasing her with the flat of my tongue. “I want him to hear every single sound. I want him to know you’re screaming for me now. Not him.”She shudders, one hand falling into my hair as I start to move faster, flicking, circling, devouring. Her hips twitch. Her body fights to stay still.I don’t let up.Her breath stutters, her thighs starting to tremble.I bite hard. Enough to make her cry out, raw and loud, her hands fisting in the sheets as she gasps my name.“Good girl,” I whisper against her, still teasing, still relentless. “Louder.”She moans, louder now, her bo

Nathan's POVMark doesn’t answer.Because we already know the truth.“She knew what she was doing!” he snaps again, but his voice cracks, sharp around the edges. “She came back! She walked through that door, she came home!”“No,” I say, low and deadly, stepping forward again. “She walked into a trap. One she thought was empty. She didn’t come back for you. She came to get her life back.”“You’re lying,” he growls, eyes darting wildly. “She’s confused. She’s not thinking clearly, she was there all weekend, soaking up their attention, getting spoiled. Of course she’s gonna say whatever you want to hear.”“You think she’s saying that to appease us?” Mason scoffs. “You think she’s screaming like that because she’s afraid?”There's another sound. A cry. Loud, raw, shattering. Harper. Her voice cracking as it pours through the apartment, one last knife across the throat.Mark twitches, face contorting like he’s going to be sick.I lean in, close enough to make sure he hears every word.“She

Harper POVThere’s a lot of noise outside the bedroom, thumps, voices, something breaking, but I stay exactly where Theo told me to. He made me promise. Don’t leave this room, no matter what you hear. And even if every nerve in my body wants to know what’s happening, I’m keeping my word.Sighing, I start getting dressed, dragging on my clothes piece by piece, not because I’m in a hurry to leave, but because staying still makes me feel helpless. I open the drawers and start pulling out what little I own, shoving it all into a bag without bothering to fold anything. There’s not much to take, especially not anything I want to keep. But if I pack it all now, it means I have nothing left to come back for. And that’s the point.I kneel on the floor and bend over, reaching under the bed, feeling around until my fingers close over one of my heels. I hesitate, wondering if the others are even worth taking.“Baby girl,” Theo’s voice cuts through the quiet, amused and low, “that’s practically an

Harper's POVMy hand starts to shake.Nathan leans over, his eyes narrowing as he looks at the photos with me.“How?” I manage to ask, my voice flat and cold.Mark gives a smug shrug. “You do remember I booked the room for you every time, right?”I whip my head toward him. “So what... you stood there and took pictures?”“Oh no,” Theo says cheerfully. “He didn’t just take pictures.”He tips the case over, and a handful of USB sticks tumble out across the table, clicking like teeth as they scatter.I feel like I’m going to throw up.“You’ve got a big voyeur fetish, don’t you Mark?” Theo says with a grin, crouching beside the mess like he’s browsing a pile of DVDs.I shoot him a sharp look. “Really, Theo?”“What?” he says innocently. “I’m just making an observation. The man’s practically a documentary filmmaker.”“This can’t be real,” I whisper, still staring at the photos in my hand.“Oh, it’s real,” Theo murmurs, leaning over to look. “And fuck, you look hot in that one.”My head jerks