Semua Bab DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sage PovI watched Alice from across the cold, gray waiting room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. She sat with perfect posture, her hands folded neatly in her lap like she wasn’t the most hated woman in the room right now. Her expression was too calm, unreadable, too perfect and controlled.Mark hadn’t said a word to her since she arrived this morning . Not one. Not even when she had looked at him like she was waiting—begging—for some kind of reaction. But he had just turned his back and walked away.And honestly? I wasn’t mad about it.I hated her. I didn’t even know her, but I hated her. Hated that she had put him through hell and She wasn’t just some random lawyer here to help Mark. She was his wife, the wife he thought was dead. The wife who let him think that for years and now she was sitting here like she had every right to be part of his life again. Like she was supposed to just slide back in and fix everything.No. Not a chance.I clenched my jaw, pushing myself up from

Sege povMark was out dealing with whatever he dealt with and I was here with Alice, probably outside lounging in the pool like she fucking owned the place. I sighed.I needed Mark here now, it’s been long since we…….I barely heard the door close before Mark was on me.Oh so my wishes come through sometimes?One second, I was sitting on the bed, scrolling through my phone. The next, he was there—his hands rough as they grabbed my waist, pulling me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, hard and desperate, and I felt my whole body light up like I’d been waiting for this forever. WowAnd maybe I had.He hadn’t touched me like this for a long time after everything fell apart—the Cholo, the cops, and her.I wasn’t thinking about any of that now. Not with his mouth on mine and his hands sliding under my shirt, dragging it up and over my head. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, but Mark’s lips were already on my neck, hot and demanding.“Missed you,” he growled against my skin. “Miss

I should’ve known peace wouldn’t last. Not after everything.Mark had killed Cholo. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a message. And people like Cholo? They didn’t die without leaving behind a mess.The mess came two days later.It started when Mark got a call. We were in the kitchen. I was making coffee while Mark leaned against the counter, shirtless, looking so good it was almost unfair. For once, things felt… normal. Easy.Then his phone buzzed.I didn’t think much of it at first. Not until I saw his face go blank the second he read the screen.“Who is it?” I asked, setting my mug down.He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing under his skin as he stared at his phone like it might explode.“Mark?” I tried again, my chest already feeling tight.He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s him.”I frowned. “Who?”“Travis,” he said quietly. “He wants to meet.”I froze. Travis?I hadn’t heard that name in years. But I remembered him—how could I not? He was one

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The way Alice had looked at Mark. The words she said—like I wasn’t enough. Like I couldn’t handle him the way she did.It burned under my skin, and no matter how much I tried to shake it off, it just wouldn’t go away.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mark as he pulled off his shirt. His muscles flexed under the dim light, his body tense like he was holding something back. He’d been quiet since Alice left—too quiet. Like her words didn’t matter.But I knew better.And I couldn’t let it go."Mark," I said softly, breaking the silence.He glanced at me, tossing his shirt onto the chair. "Yeah?"I hesitated for a second, biting my lip. "What did she mean?"His brow furrowed. "What?""When she said I couldn’t handle you," I pressed, my heart pounding. "What did she mean by that?"His face shifted, the easy calm he wore cracking just a little."She’s just messing with you," he said, turning his back to me.That answer wasn’t good enough."Don’t lie t

I hate feeling helpless.For days, I replayed everything—Mark getting arrested, Alice hovering around like a shadow, and the fact that some psycho named Travis was still out there. I wasn’t going to sit back and wait for something worse to happen. Not anymore.If I wanted to survive in Mark’s world, I had to be ready for it.I was up in his basement training room now, staring around. It was huge—had sleek black walls, rows of weapons hanging in perfect order, and thick mats covering the floor. Mark’s men trained here, but today, it was just me and him.And Alice. Why the Fuck was she here anyway?She leaned against the far wall, pretending to check her nails, but I felt her eyes on us. Watching, always watching.Mark stood in front of me, arms crossed, his rock hard, his muscles had me feeling squishy inside, God I needed the genes for my baby, yes. I wanted his babies. His black shirt clung to him, the sleeves pushed up just enough to show the veins in his forearms. “You sure you’r