All Chapters of All Yours, Daddies: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MALACHI “I’m sorry we had to keep things away from you. We thought we could start something new, build something different with you. We were fools. We lied to ourselves. I would never be sorry for any life I’ve taken, any man, woman, or child I have brought down to have my way. I am not sorry I trampled on people to have everything I have today. And I would do it again and again to keep everything I’ve built, because that’s how the world works, Sarah Wellspring.Kill or be killed. Hunt or be hunted. You are either predator or prey. We picked a side a long time ago. It’s time for you to do the same.”I raise a brow at him.“What the hell does that even mean?”She takes the words out of my mouth. Really. What is he trying to say? “In six hours, there will be a gun in your hand pointed at the bastard who has you tied up,” His scowl deepens. “We would give you a choice to put a bullet in his throat. You can accept it or refuse it. But no matter what you pick, we would kill him.”“Are y

SARAH I hear the heavy metal door open—or does it close? It’s impossible to tell with my eyes shut from sheer exhaustion. Even my slow breaths take a lot of energy from me. My tongue feels heavy and dry in my mouth, almost crispy. Most importantly, I smell and feel like shit. The footsteps draw closer and closer. When they finally stop in front of me, the pungent smell of his aftershave fills my nostrils. Someone has taken a shower. Lucky him. This means he doesn’t live too far from here. Did this motherfucker lock me in his fucking garage? That would explain the metal door. “You might want to eat something.” He says, stepping into the light. I know because I can see his shadow with my eyes closed. Weird, I know. In the course of how many hours I’ve been here, I’ve developed different abilities to stop myself from going crazy. I’ve gone from freezing cold, to burning hot. Now, my skin feels an odd mixture of the both, internally and externally. My eyelids part slowly, to reve

JAXON Golf estate. It’s not exactly an estate, but it did earn its name for various reasons. The outskirts of Durmont feel like another world entirely.It’s dark, quiet, and almost forgotten. Only a twisted fuck like the man I’m about to deal with would want to be anywhere around here. There are almost no signs of life. Which is to be expected. It leaves me feeling like he’s played a cruel trick on us. I press the phone closer to my mouth, lowering my voice to a whisper.“This place looks dead. There’s not a single sound.”Ronan’s voice is sharp and steady in my ear. “And that’s exactly what he needs. Stay alert. There’s no way of knowing what he’s planned.”I glance at the girls walking behind me and signal for them to close in.We parked our bikes a few blocks away from house 33. If he’s really there, we don’t want him to hear us. There’s no way of telling if he has plans to leave with Sarah. “Keep your eyes open,” It’s a quiet order. “There might be people on the lookout for

RONAN Nothing can save Luke HawkThorne from me, absolutely nothing. Not even Jaxon or Sarah being in the hospital. Malachi and Kevin go with the ambulance, while I stay back to clean it up, tackle it all, make sure that nothing about today comes back to bite any of us in the ass. Luke had tried to escape, but the damage Jaxon had done to his head and body made it impossible for him to get very far without being caught. That’s my boy. I turn away from the road, the lights of the ambulance have disappeared into the darkness. The sounds of the sirens are distant. I make a mental note to remind my uncle to take care of the health workers. The last thing we need is rumors spreading because of silly gossip.My eyes find Luke in front of an escort vehicle, and bile rises to my throat immediately. It leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. He’s on his knees in the dirt, pinned to the ground by two girls. His hands are held captive behind him. There’s no smile on his face. To be fair, I can

MALACHI This is how it’s always been. From the moment we became a family, and every step of the way since then, Ronan has been there—at the forefront, bearing and carrying all the hard and difficult emotions, making all choices none of us dare to make. It tears me apart to put this on him, but it…it is what it is. I had told myself I became better at hiding things. For all he’s done, it wouldn’t kill me to give him one less thing to worry about. Still, looking at Jaxon, helpless and unconscious, hits me harder than I expect. Ronan is the only person who can listen, who can understand. I pull away from him, unable to look my older brother in the eyes.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just…” His warm hand squeezes my shoulder gently, urging me to look up at him. And I do. Ronan offers me a sweet smile, one that has me breaking into short bits of laughter as I shake my head. “Don’t ever apologize for feeling. It’s one of the few things left of humanity in us.” “How do you do it though?”