All Chapters of Touch Me,Daddies : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

IVY’S POVKai opened the door for me the way he always did smooth, practiced, like he'd done it a thousand times before. His hand brushed my cheek, a gentle pat that steadied me more than I wanted to admit."Get in, princess," he said softly.I slid into the leather seat, adjusting the hem of my dress. He shut the door and walked around to his side, slipping in, his cologne mixing with the faint new-car scent.The engine purred to life. A soft track came on the stereo, low and slow, not intrusive, just enough to fill the silence. I let myself breathe, finally. With him there, behind the wheel, I felt safe if only a little.But then thirst hit me like a scratch in my throat. I glanced around, scanning the cup holders, the door pocket. Empty.Kai caught it instantly. His eyes flicked to me, one hand still on the wheel. "What are you looking for?"I cleared my throat. "Water. I'm... kind of thirsty.""Say less." He flicked on the turn signal. "We'll stop at the next mart. I'll grab water

IVY’S POVAsher’s voice cut through the night like a blade.“We found the bastard.”The words hung in the air, sharp and heavy, snapping me straight out of the daze I’d been in.Kai didn’t move right away. He stood at my side, calm on the outside, but I saw the subtle change in him,his shoulders tightening, his jaw locked just enough to notice.Asher, on the other hand, looked like a storm barely contained. His strides were quick, his fists clenched, his whole body brimming with anger.I felt caught between them; between ice and fire.“What do you mean, you found him?” My voice came out thinner than I wanted, but I had to ask.Asher’s eyes softened briefly when they landed on me. “Exactly that. He’s been circling, but now we’ve got a lead. No more hiding. We end this tonight.”“No,” Kai said, his tone cool, deliberate. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the weight in it was enough. “Not tonight. Not like this.”Asher’s head snapped toward him, fury flashing across his face. “The hell

IVY'S POVThe walk to Asher's office felt longer than it ever had. The night pressed against the windows, heavy and restless, while the silence between the three of us throbbed like an open wound.By the time we stepped in, it was a little past nine. The room smelled faintly of leather and smoke, the shadows from the lamp stretching across the wood-paneled walls. Asher tore at the buttons of his shirt the second the door shut, his movements sharp and furious. The crisp white fabric hit the floor, leaving him in just a fitted white vest, his chest heaving like he'd been caged too long.Kai crossed the room without a word. He went straight for the bar tucked in the corner, pulling down a bottle of vodka, three small glasses, and a tray of ice. His calm was a knife, deliberate and dangerous.I didn't have Kai's composure or Asher's rage. My legs gave out beneath me and I dropped onto the leather couch. My body sank, but my chest stayed tight, every breath scraping like sandpaper. My hand

ASHER'S POVI woke before the others.It wasn't unusual as years of discipline had carved the habit into my bones but this morning was different. The room was still dark, the edges of dawn just a faint gray seeping through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand glowed faintly: 4:53 a.m.I didn't move at first.I lay there, eyes half-open, letting them adjust, letting my breathing stay steady. On my left, Ivy was curled in the sheets, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her lashes soft shadows against her skin. She looked impossibly small, fragile, like one wrong move from the world outside could shatter her.On her other side, Kai sprawled like he owned the space. Typical. One arm tossed lazily across her waist, his chest rising and falling in that careless rhythm only he could manage, even in the middle of chaos.And there was an ache in my chest I couldn't name at first.I'd shared before. With Kai. With Levi. Hell, it had never been an issue. We'd split women without hesitatio

DAMIEN’S POVThe factory smelled of rust and wet concrete.A slow drip echoed somewhere in the dark . I walked across the cracked floor without hurry, boots grinding over broken glass, the weight of the duffel bag pulling on my shoulder. A shaft of weak daylight cut through a hole in the roof, falling across the man who waited near a stack of crates.He straightened as I approached, cigarette dangling from his lips. The glow briefly lit the lines of his face sharp cheekbones, eyes that had seen enough wars to stop caring.“Damien,” he said, his voice low, wary. “Didn’t think I’d see you this far from Russia.”I offered my hand. A firm, deliberate shake. “Business calls.”His mouth twitched into something like a smile. “Business… or something else?”I didn’t answer. He nodded toward the duffel. “What finally brings you here?”“Family,” I said flatly.He arched a brow. “Family business, then.”“Something like that.”He chuckled softly. “Family always comes first.”The words lodged under