All Chapters of DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mark’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was pain, Excruciating pain. A deep pain that reminded me that I’d been shot. That I should be dead. But somehow, I wasn’t.I blinked, trying to focus. The room was dim, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic. A lamp flickered in the corner, barely giving enough light. My body felt heavy, my limbs stiff. I tried to move, but the sharp sting in my ribs stopped me.Then I saw her.Alice.She sat in a chair near the bed, one leg crossed over the other, watching me with those cold, knowing eyes. Like she had all the time in the world. She wasn’t smiling, but there was something in her expression—satisfaction, maybe. She had won.I swallowed, my throat dry. “Where am I?” My voice came out rough, barely above a whisper.Alice tilted her head, studying me. “Safe.”I didn’t believe her. But I was too weak to argue.I tried sitting up, but my body refused to cooperate. The pain was sharp, spreading through my chest like fire. I clenched my j

Sage’s POVI hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. My eyes felt like sandpaper, my chest felt hollow, and my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up. We were close—I could feel it. Wherever that psycho bitch took Mark, it couldn’t be far. He hadn’t even replied to my texts. Not one. And Mark always texted back, even if it was just a dumb meme or a middle finger emoji.“She’s somewhere out here,” I muttered, standing in the middle of this half-dead gas station parking lot. Middle of nowhere. Desert road. Cold wind. Creepy silence.Hector leaned against the hood of the rental, arms crossed, scanning the horizon like he was waiting for someone to pull a gun on us. Knowing our luck? They would.Beth sat inside the car, her hoodie pulled up, staring at her laptop. She’d hacked into something—I didn’t even ask what. I trusted her, but I didn’t need the full details. I just needed a location.“Got a ping,” Beth finally said, lifting her head. “Same license plate we’ve been tracking. Parked outside

Mark’s POVThey made me change clothes before we got there.Some fancy black suits. No tie. No shoes. Just a white button-up and a jacket, like I was heading to a dinner party instead of my own damn execution. I sat in the back of the van, wrists still zip-tied, ankles cut free just so I could walk into this mansion looking “presentable.”Alice watched me like she was watching her favorite show. No emotion. Just this calm, twisted satisfaction that made my stomach churn.“You really think he won’t kill you too?” I asked her when she handed me the shoes.She smiled, slow and smug. “I’m his blood.”“And he’s a sociopath.”She crouched in front of me, tilting her head. “And you broke his daughter. That’s worse.”I didn’t respond. There was no point. Whatever version of Alice I once knew had burned to ash the moment she faked her death. And the woman in front of me now? This wasn’t grief. This was vengeance.And it was personal.The van finally stopped. I couldn’t see much from the window

Sage’s POVI wish time had stopped in that cell.Just me and Mark. Quiet. Close. Breathing the same air. His skin still warm against mine, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. We didn’t sleep—how could we? We just held each other, like maybe if we stayed that way long enough, the world would forget about us.But the world didn’t forget.The guards came right as the sun broke through the bars. Boots stomping. Keys jangling. Orders barked.I didn’t let go of him. Not until they dragged me off him. I screamed. Fought. But they were stronger. Colder. And I could still hear Mark shouting my name as they shoved me into a hallway that smelled like metal and death.They marched us through winding corridors. Dim lights. Concrete floors. Cameras on every wall. I had no idea where we were. Some underground fortress. A dungeon, maybe. One of a million places Vincent DeLuca could hide bodies where no one would ever find them.When they finally pushed us into a wide, open room, I almost collapsed.

Mark’s POVThe halls were half-lit, quiet, but my blood roared too loud in my ears to care. I didn’t know where she went. I didn’t care. I just knew she was still here. Somewhere in the belly of this godforsaken place.Alice.I stalked through broken doors and bodies, past empty rooms and shattered glass, my boots echoing off the floor like war drums. I didn’t stop. Not even when Hector’s voice buzzed through the comms, telling me to wait, to breathe.There was no time.She ran from this.She lit the match and ran, like she always did.And I was going to finish what she started.I hit the basement level when I heard something—bare feet slapping tile. Fast. Panicked.I turned the corner just as she did.And there she was.Alice.Hair wild, blood on her cheek, eyes like a wild animal.She stopped. We stared at each other for a second, maybe less. Her eyes narrowed and she yanked the gun from her waistband.I moved faster.Before she could pull the trigger, I charged her and slammed her