Semua Bab Dirty Daddies Underground: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Mason POVNathan continues discussing the expansion and the risks that we're likely to face like Harper isn’t practically vibrating beside us. I nod and reply when necessary, my voice even and measured, deliberately calm, even as I register every twitch of her body from the corner of my eye. She crosses one leg, uncrosses it, then flips over onto her knees before sitting back with a dramatic huff that she clearly hopes will crack at least one of us.When that too is ignored, she takes it up a level.There’s the unmistakable sound of fabric sliding over skin, the rustle of cotton and denim peeling away, and the soft thud of her jeans hitting the floor. I still don’t look. I know her tactics. She thinks if she gives us something to look at, we’ll have no choice but to react. And to her credit, it’s a good plan, normally. But not tonight.Music clicks on a moment later,

Theo’s POVThe bike moves through the streets perfectly, each corner taken with precision, every shift of weight and balance second nature now. After Harper’s punishment, and for once, it was an actual punishment, not something she twisted into pleasure, we went to bed. Mason kept her with him, but around two in the morning, I couldn’t resist. I crept in and held her while she slept, not touching her for anything more than the comfort of closeness. I just needed to be there, even if only for a few hours. I knew I wouldn’t be back until late, and it felt wrong to leave without at least that much.Nathan and Mason think I stayed home with her today. They won’t check. They never do if one of us says we’ve got her covered. It’s easy to slip away when they assume everything’s in place. I moved my bike into the garage last night so it wouldn’t be vis

Nathan POVI’ve put off the expansion. With everything going on, traveling right now just doesn’t feel ideal. Sure, it means some delays, but I can handle that. We’ll deal with expanding later.“You anxious?” Mason asks, watching me from the passenger seat.I shrug. “Not really. I’ve dealt with them before, but we all know how well they get along with Theo.”Mason snorts. “Yeah, because he’s into bikes and chaos. They’ll understand. We’ve got Harper to think about. So, yeah, their investment is on hold until we can actually go and expand, but it’s not like they’re not already earning off it.”He’s right. I just hate missing deadlines. I told them we’d begin construction by now. Having to delay it makes me feel like I’m breaking a p

Theo’s POVThe four-hour ride back was hell. About two miles into it, my bike decided to betray me. It never breaks. Not once in the years I’ve owned it has it given me this kind of attitude, but today? Today of all days, it just stopped. Died on the side of the road like it had lost the will to live.I nearly cried. I mean it. I stood on the roadside, helmet tucked under my arm, just staring at the damn thing like it had kicked me in the ribs.Mark is officially cursed. That’s what I decided. His bad energy clung to me like smoke, and now my bike’s suffering for it. If it had broken before I got to the prison, I might have taken that as a sign to turn around. But it waited. It waited until after I saw him, after I let him see what real fear looked like. So, fine. I’ll take it as a win.Still, that meant I spent hour

Nathan’s POVI watch Theo sulk as he leaves with Mason, dragging his feet like a teenager who’s been told to clean his room. He’s still grumbling under his breath, probably about how unfair it all is. Honestly, he should’ve thought this through yesterday. I get why he went where he did, I understand his reasons even if he handled it the wrong way. But he wasted an entire day alone with her. If he’d just told us what he was planning, we could’ve figured something out. We always do.The sound of soft footsteps pulls me out of my thoughts, and I look up to see her walking down the stairs. She’s got that sleepy kind of smile that makes you feel like you’re the only one she sees. When she comes closer, I hold out a hand, and she takes it without hesitation.“So, what’s the plan, Daddy?” she asks, her voice light, curious.“Shopping,” I tell her, brushing my thumb along her knuckles. “You’ve not got much here, not really.”She shrugs like it doesn’t bother her. “That’s because I’ve never ha