All Chapters of DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Mark POVThe speedboat cut through the dark river like a blade, cold spray stinging my face. Sage was pressed tight against my chest, her body warm despite the freezing wind. My arm stayed locked around her waist — possessive, unyielding. Even now, with bullets in the air behind us and a machine wired to kill us both, I couldn’t stop touching her.Beth was hunched over her tablet in the back, fingers flying desperately. Hector steered, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the water for any sign of pursuit.“The dead-man’s switch is fully active,” Beth shouted over the roar of the engine. “It decoupled from Alice’s remote. The timer is now running on its own internal power. We have **01:22:47** before it triggers. I can’t stop it from here — the signal is encrypted to the building’s core.”Sage looked up at me, her eyes fierce even with fear flickering at the edges. “Then we go back. We end her tonight.”I cupped her face roughly, thumb smearing river water and blood across her cheek. “No. Not

Sage POVGunfire exploded from the corridor like thunder.Hector spun, returning fire with deadly precision while Beth worked frantically on the machine’s control panel, her fingers a blur across the keys.“Thirty seconds!” she shouted. “I need thirty more seconds!”Mark kept Alice pinned against the machine, his bloody hand crushing her throat. Her face was turning purple, but her eyes still burned with hatred as she stared straight at me.I raised my gun toward the doorway, heart slamming against my ribs. Two more of Alice’s men burst in. I fired first — one shot hit the lead man in the shoulder, making him stumble. Mark finished him with a clean headshot.The second man got off a wild burst. A bullet grazed my left arm, burning like fire. I gasped but didn’t drop my gun.“Little bird!” Mark roared, his voice raw with fury.“I’m okay!” I yelled back, firing again. The man dropped.Blood trickled down my arm, but the pain only fueled the fire inside me.Alice laughed wetly through Ma

Sage PovThe safe house was a sleek, fortified penthouse on the outskirts of the city — one of Mark’s many hidden properties. The moment the SUV pulled into the underground garage, Mark’s body finally started to give out. He had lost too much blood. The burns on his arm and the deep gash on his side were worse than he let on.Hector and two medics who were already waiting helped him inside. I refused to leave his side, my hand gripping his tightly the entire way.“Stay with me, Daddy,” I whispered fiercely as they laid him on the medical bed in the emergency room setup. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”Mark’s green eyes found mine, hazy with pain but still burning with that dark possession. “Not going anywhere, little bird. Not when I still owe you a proper fucking.”The medics worked fast — cleaning wounds, stitching the gash, treating the burns. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, my thumb stroking his knuckles.Beth hovered nearby, looking exhausted but relieved. “The

Sage POVThe words hung in the air like smoke from the explosion we had barely escaped.Vincent DeLuca was coming.The man whose family had murdered my father, the one Mark had spent years fighting in the shadows — he was already in the country, and his target was me.I stood there in Mark’s oversized shirt, still feeling the warmth of his cum between my thighs from minutes ago, and felt the shift from relief to cold determination.Mark’s arm tightened around my waist. His body was tense, every muscle coiled despite the fresh stitches and burns.“How long do we have?” he asked Hector, voice low and dangerous.“Unknown,” Hector replied. “The message was sent right before the explosion. Vincent moves fast and quiet. He could be here in hours or days. But he won’t come alone. He has what’s left of the DeLuca network behind him.”Beth crossed her arms. “I’m already running traces on every known alias and flight manifest. But Vincent learned from his grandfather. He’s a ghost when he wants

Sage POVThe sniper photo on the screen felt like a knife pressed to my throat.A red dot danced across the safe house entrance in the live feed. Someone was out there, watching, waiting for the perfect moment.My stomach twisted, but I refused to let fear win. I stood taller beside Mark, my hand still gripped tightly in his.“He’s trying to scare us,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Don’t let him.”Mark’s jaw was clenched so hard the muscle jumped. His green eyes were dark with barely controlled rage. “He’s not scaring me. He’s signing his own death warrant.”Hector moved fast, barking orders into his comms. “All teams, go dark. Shut down exterior lights. Activate full blackout protocol. Snipers on the roof — find that spotter and neutralize.”Beth was already typing furiously. “I’m spoofing our location feeds. He’ll see ghosts for the next twenty minutes. But that won’t hold forever.”Mark turned to me, his bloody, bandaged hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness.“Litt