All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mason's POVTheo drops into the chair beside me, still grinning like he’s just gotten away with something brilliant. Nathan exhales again, longer this time, and leans back in his chair with the air of a man who’s already accepted defeat and is just waiting to see how bad the damage will be.“We need a proper plan,” Nathan says, his voice finally level again, though the tiredness in it lingers. “Not just gate-locking and soft threats. This weekend can’t be another mess. We’re already in this too deep.”“I agree,” I say, glancing between them. “We need to talk to her. Not accuse, not corner, just… talk. We need to understand if she’s really here because she wants to be, or if someone else is pulling the strings.”Theo nods and scratches at the edge of his jaw. “We speak to her tonight, over dinner. It’s calmer. She’s in a new environment, she’ll be off balance enough to let something slip without meaning to.”Nathan frowns, not entirely convinced. “She’s already guarded. That phone call

Harper’s POVI look at myself in the mirror, exhaling slowly as I smooth down the fabric of the dress. Alright, this is as ready as I am going to be. I grab the small bag sitting on the edge of the vanity, tuck my phone into it, and hook the strap over my shoulder. The weight feels heavier than usual, like the dread sitting in my chest has found a way to settle there too.A soft knock pulls me from my thoughts. I open the door to find the same woman from earlier, the one who brought me to the room. She smiles like all of this is completely normal and gestures for me to follow.“Food is being served. This way,” she says, her tone warm but professional.I follow her silently through the long hallway, my heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. Every step brings more tension, more questions. What am I supposed to do when I walk in? Am I supposed to greet them the way I did last time? Should I kiss them hello again, to show that I am still open to this? Or would that feel forced, especi

Theo’s POVI have done well tonight, better than I expected, really. Not once have I mentioned Mark, not once have I brought up Ronald, or anything remotely connected to the storm we all know is coming. The entire meal has passed with an almost surreal sense of calm.We kept the conversation light, asked Harper questions about what she enjoys, let her talk, and she did. She spoke softly about a dress she was working on, her voice gaining a little more strength with every word as she described the details, the stitching, the fabric choices. And for a while, I almost believed this dinner could be what it appeared to be on the surface, just a simple meal.But underneath it all, there is a tension that refuses to quiet down inside me. It keeps rising, scratching at the edges of my restraint, demanding that I ask the questions I have no permission to ask. Like what really happened with Ronald. I don't believe for a second that she just walked out, not with how quiet she’s been, not with ho

Harper's POVHe doesn’t pull away. His hand stays, pressing, holding me in place as he watches my face, his eyes dark and full of something raw, something untamed.“Behave,” he says, the command low but unmistakable, a trace of something dangerous threading through his words.But there’s no anger in his tone, no frustration. It’s something else, something simmering beneath the surface, something I can’t ignore. I let my gaze lock with his, watching the way his chest rises and falls, the way his eyes burn with an intensity that takes my breath away. The fire in them isn’t just anger, it’s something far more complicated, far more dangerous.I swallow, my pulse quickening as I lean back slightly, letting my legs swing off the edge of the counter. The air between us feels charged now, like a wire just before it snaps. I can feel the shift in him, the wa

Nathan's POVI want to believe her. I do believe her. But a video would prove it, hard, undeniable evidence that Ronald crossed the line. And more importantly, it would show him that we won’t look the other way.The door opens, breaking the tension like a pin to a balloon. Theo steps inside. He looks calm now, cooler than before, his expression unreadable as he moves across the room and drops into one of the armchairs. His eyes flick to Harper and narrow slightly as he catches her laughing softly at something Mason just said.He has no idea we walked in on him earlier, no idea what Harper saw or what she said. But judging by the tight set of his jaw, he hasn’t forgotten the tension she left him with.“Alright,” I say, turning away from my screen. “Let’s talk.”The room stills. Harper glances toward me, her smile fading as the weight