Todos os capítulos de DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 126

Beth Pov The bass was loud enough to vibrate my teeth, which was exactly the volume I needed to drown out the low-level hum of existential dread. I grabbed another plastic cup of cheap champagne and surveyed the carnage. My apartment looked like a bomb hit it, but everyone was laughing, and that was the point. Distraction. Controlled chaos.It had been days since I'd talked to Sage, and frankly, I was worried. After the whole corporate takedown of Alistair Vance, the silence had been deafening. I was waiting for her to pop up on the news announcing her wedding to Mark, but instead, it was crickets. She'd gone dark again, which, in her world, usually meant either extreme danger or extreme dominance sex. Given the current circumstances, probably both.I finally spotted my target lurking near the doorway, looking exactly like a magnificent, expensive shadow. Mark Arthur. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that screamed "don't touch me," even though he was probably just here to ens

Sage PovThe world returned in dizzying, painful slow motion. One moment, I was laughing at some terrible joke about venture capital, the next, a white-hot flash consumed my vision, followed by a sensation of cold pressure.When my mind finally swam back to consciousness, the first thing I registered was the dull throb behind my eyes. The second thing was the chilling, metallic smell of disinfectants and fear.I wasn't in Beth's loud, sticky apartment anymore. I was lying on something hard—a concrete floor, I realized—in near-total darkness. I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, dragging through a thick, syrupy numbness. The syringe. Whatever Alice had injected me with was a paralyzing agent, designed for incapacitation, not instant death. A calculated cruelty."Mark," I choked out, the sound dry and thin, barely a whisper.My eyes slowly adjusted. I was in a small, cold room. No windows, just one heavy steel door and a bare, overhead light bulb casting harsh shado

Beth POVThe inside of the armored sedan smelled faintly of stale coffee and desperation. We'd been driving for what felt like fifty years, the city lights blurring into long, meaningless streaks. The bass from my disastrous party still throbbed in my temples, but it was nothing compared to the cold dread sitting in my stomach.Mark and Sage were gone. Vanished. Taken out right from under our noses.I watched Hector, who was behind the wheel. Mark’s right-hand man, the silent shadow, the fixer. Right now, he looked less like a fixer and more like a man watching his entire life’s work disintegrate."We need a signal, Hector. Anything," I insisted, rubbing the fatigue from my eyes. "The last comm pulse we had from Mark was right after the Exchange floor chaos. After that, nothing. She used a scrambler, didn't she?"Hector gripped the steering wheel so tightly I could see the muscles straining in his arms. "Alice is not an amateur, Beth," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He ha