All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 211 - Chapter 215

Before he could finish the sentence, Noah launched himself forward with a growl that echoed off the concrete walls. He slammed into Reyes even though his body was clearly still fucked up and the two of them crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, the bucket clattering away and spilling the last of the cold water across the concrete. Noah’s fist connected with Reyes’ jaw with a sickening crack, and I watched, tears still streaming down my face, as the fight exploded right in front of me.“You fucking piece of shit,” Noah snarled, voice loud with rage. “What the hell did you do to her?”Reyes tried to fight back, throwing a punch that grazed Noah’s cheek, splitting the skin there with a fresh line of blood. But Noah was fueled by something wild and desperate, something I hadn’t seen in him in a long time. He kept grappling with Reyes like his life depended on it, like my life depended on it, grunting with effort as they rolled across the wet concrete floor in a mess of limbs and cu

A day earlier…NOAH-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-I woke up to the worst fucking headache of my life, the kind that starts behind your eyes and spreads like poison through every cracked bone and bruised muscle in your body, and the first thing I registered was the low, familiar creak of the leather chair in the corner of my bedroom being sat in by someone who had no right to be there. My hand was already wrapped around my cock—half-hard from some half-remembered dream about Thea that I immediately hated myself for—stroking slow and lazy out of pure habit because my body still thought it could fuck its way out of the mess my life had become. I jerked my hand away like I’d been burned, eyes snapping open, and the sight of my father sitting there in the dim morning light, legs crossed, looking every inch the calm, collected bastard who owned the fucking world and everyone in it, made the rage surge up so fast I almost puked right there on the sheets.“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I snarled, yanki

THEA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I woke up to the soft beep of machines and the faint smell of antiseptic. My eyelids felt heavy, like they’d been glued shut for days, but I forced them open anyway. Every part of my hurt, my wrists were bandaged, my throat raw, my body weak and heavy like it belonged to someone else. But none of that mattered the second my eyes found him.He was right there beside the bed, sitting in a chair pulled so close his knees touched the mattress. His head was bowed, dark hair falling forward, and my hand was clasped between both of his in a prayer-like way. His lips stayed pressed against my knuckles like he was trying to breathe life back into me through that single point of contact. He looked exhausted with shadows under his eyes, jaw tight, with the same charcoal sweater he’d been wearing when he left me with Caroline now wrinkled and stained with something dark I didn’t want to think about.I don’t remember what happened. I don’t remember when I passed out. The last