All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Nathan POVMy forehead is pressed flat against the desk, cool wood doing nothing to ease the pounding behind my eyes. The room still feels like it’s swaying, like I’m stuck on a boat with no anchor and no hope of finding shore. My mouth is dry, my skull feels too tight, and every blink hurts.I force myself to lift my head, groaning as my vision adjusts. Theo is lying on the floor like a discarded marionette, one arm flung over his eyes, snoring softly.What the actual fuck.I push up from the chair and stumble toward the door, gripping the frame for a second before steadying myself. Everything feels off. Too bright. Too loud. I need water. Or coffee. Or a new goddamn brain.By the time I make it to the kitchen, the sound of laughter rolls toward me, low and familiar. Mason and Harper.Perfect.

Harper povA cold wave rolls through me, tightening around my ribs like a vice. My fingers grip the coffee cup a little harder as nausea creeps into my throat.“How did you find out what that house was worth?” Mason asks suddenly, pulling me back to the memory I’ve tried to bury for years.I blink, forcing myself to concentrate. “He had paperwork,” I say slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “From a surveyor, I think. He said he’d inherited the house a few months earlier after someone in his family passed. When the fire happened, they ran the numbers, I guess to claim insurance or just figure out what was lost.”“What was the estimate?” Nathan presses gently.It is easy to remember. “Something like one million six hundred. Maybe a little under that.”Nathan lets out a slow breath

Theo's POVI step away for a moment to gather a few other things I’ll need, keeping one eye on them as I move. When I turn back, Mason has finished the structure. He’s stepped back to give her space, his hands falling to his sides.She’s suspended just slightly, her weight cradled in the tension of the ropes. She’s not bound tightly. There’s enough give to keep her comfortable, enough support to hold her fully. Her body is turned slightly to the side, one leg bent, the other extended, arms tied behind her. It’s balanced. Precise. Artful. She doesn’t look restrained. She looks held.Mason doesn’t say a word as he steps away.I move closer and gently kiss her cheek, then her lips. She’s still calm, still settled, still breathing slow. I press the gag to her mouth, and she parts her lips without hesitation. No protest. If anything, she l

Harper's POVNathan’s voice lowers, soft and thoughtful. “It happens. Usually once or twice a month. His system burns out, and everything slows down. I guess even his mind needs a break from all that chaos sometimes.”That makes me smile. The idea of Theo’s mind waving a little white flag and forcing him to pause. It’s oddly comforting.“I’m glad he’s okay,” I say quietly.“He will be,” Nathan promises, and I believe him.I let the warmth of Nathan’s presence settle over me a moment longer, the last of my worry about Theo softening as his voice sinks into me. I feel like I could fall asleep here, cocooned in a bubble of safety I didn’t think I’d ever have again.I hear the creak of the door opening, the familiar sound of boots on the floor, and the air shifts around us.

Nathan's POVI glance at Mason. He nods once.“Yeah, send it. If she’s safe, Harper deserves to know and maybe even see her again.”“Consider it done,” Greg replies. “I’ll send it along with everything else I’ve gathered. Keep it locked down, Nathan. If these files leak, the case will collapse before it even begins.”“I won’t lose them. Don’t worry. Call me if you find anything else.” I hang up and set the phone down slowly.Mason leans back in his chair. “So we were right. Her parents didn’t die from some natural tragedy.”I hear footsteps, and I wave him silent. “She’s heard enough today. Don’t say anything yet.”He nods and straightens as Harper walks in, Theo right behind her.Theo grins,