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All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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One Hundred And Thirty-Three

Ghost POVHer breath shudders, and she bites down on a scream as I start to move. Every thrust pulls another sound from her, and I feel her getting wetter, tighter.“You fucking asshole,” she snarls. “You had to tease me first?”“Of course I did,” I pant. “You wouldn’t have taken it if I didn’t tear your pride out first.”She moans, and I drive into her harder, pressing her into the wall with every stroke.“You gave me control,” I growl. “And now you’re going to take everything I give you.”She clenches hard around me, another orgasm building too fast, her body’s betrayed her, and we both know it. Her head snaps forward and she glares at me, sweat beading down her chest.“I hate you.”“Good,” I hiss, thrusting harder. “Then come on my cock while you hate me.”

One Hundred And Thirty-Four

Vesper POVI want to move. I want to sit up, slap him, drag my clothes on, and storm the hell out. But my body won’t listen. I’m too sore. Too raw. Too ruined. His arms are still around me, one hand trailing idly down my spine like he owns me now.I fucking hate how good it feels.This isn’t me. I don’t give up control. I don’t collapse into someone’s chest after sex and breathe in their scent like I’m trying to remember the moment.“About time you stopped fighting me,” he mutters, voice smug and low.“Say another word and I’ll shoot you,” I grumble, and even to my own ears, I sound too tired to be a real threat.He laughs, and I feel the vibration of it under my cheek. I hate that I haven’t moved. I hate more that I’m s

One Hundred And Thirty-Five

Ghost POVWhat the hell was I thinking? No, I wasn’t. That was the problem. The words were out before I could stop them, and I knew the second they landed that I’d crossed a line I wasn’t coming back from.I pull on my jeans, wincing at the sting of every scrape, bruise, and bite she left behind. My shirt sticks where she clawed my back, and I barely get the damn thing over my head before the door bursts open.“Don’t,” I growl, not even looking. I already know who it is. Knox, Echo, probably all of them come to witness the train wreck.Echo’s voice is laced with disbelief. “How the fuck did you blow that up so fast?”“Because my mouth opened and didn’t stop.” I run a hand through my hair and pace the room like a caged animal. “It was

One Hundred And Thirty-Six

Vesper POVThe sharp chirp of my watch breaks the stillness. I open my eyes, already alert. No fog, no confusion, just cold clarity. I glance at the glowing numbers and sit up, the sheets cool against my skin. The hotel room is dark, quiet, and anonymous. Just the way I like it.Reaching for my phone, I pull up the number I’ve ignored for days and press call. It rings once before he answers.“Vesper.”“I’ll take the body,” I say, no hesitation in my voice.There’s a pause. “You told me you weren’t accepting contracts.”“I’m accepting this one.” I swing my legs off the bed and stand. “If it’s still on the table.”He sighs. “It is, I've not found anyone else. I’ll send the details. Same rules as always. No heat. No trail.”“There won’t be. If anythin

One Hundred And Thirty-Seven

Ghost POVIt’s been a week.I thought maybe she’d come back. Maybe she’d walk through the doors, throw a punch at my face, scream at me, and give me a chance to fix it. But no, Vesper’s too proud for that, too smart to come back to something she thinks was just a power game.So I’ve avoided everything. Every meeting. Every ride. Every single fucking person. I’ve taken every bullshit excuse I could think of just to get out of being looked at like I’m the asshole who burned the house down with someone still inside.No one calls me out on it. Not directly. But I see it in their faces.So when my door slams open at four in the damn morning, and I get yanked out of bed by two brothers and dragged through the hall, naked and half-asleep, I don’t even fight it. I knew it was coming. I kne

One Hundred And Thirty-Eight

Ghost POVKnox finally steps forward, his arms folded over his chest, his stare as cold as a blade. “You get two options.”“Let’s hear ’em.”“One,” he says, “you take the beating. From every patched member. No dodging. You stand and take it.”I nod, that's expected.“Two,” Echo adds, stepping beside him again, “you give up your rank for six months. No kills. No orders. You go back to prospect duties. You earn it back with your head down.”My jaw clenches. That? That’s worse than the beating.“I’ll take the beating,” I say without hesitation.They nod. Echo steps back, and the rest of the members spread out into a wide circle. No one&

One Hundred And Thirty-Nine

Ghost POVThe bike is cold beneath me when I straddle it, and I sit there for a while without starting the engine. The silence feels different out here, less judgmental, more honest. I can’t hide from myself in the quiet.Vesper gave me her trust, a rare fucking thing, and I crushed it in my hands like it didn’t mean a damn thing.She’s gone now.And for the first time in a long time, I don’t know if I want to go after someone because I’m angry... or because I can’t stand the idea of her not coming back.One thing’s clear. No punishment Echo could hand down will ever come close to the punishment of losing her.I don’t know how long I sit there, straddling the bike like it might o

One Hundred And Forty

Ghost POVThe silence stretches.Echo drums his fingers once on the table. “You know what you’re asking, right? That kind of registration puts you on radars you don’t want to be on. You’ll be flagged as a contract killer, Ghost. That’s not something we can just undo.”“I’m not planning to work,” I answer. “Just find her.”He sighs heavily and looks at Glitch. “You trust this?”“I do,” Glitch says. “And honestly, it might be the only way.”Echo looks back at me. “Alright. We’ll vote. But if this backfires, if it brings heat down on the club, or on Red... it’s your ass.”“I understand,” I say, and I mean it.He nods. “Then sit down. Let’s vote.”

One Hundred And Forty-One

Vesper POVI’ve fallen back into the rhythm of my old life like it never changed. Cold mornings. Silent nights. The hum of silence in my ears instead of the steady beat of a heartbeat beside me. I don’t let myself think about the club anymore, not about the way Red’s laughter echoed through the halls or the heat that used to flare every time Ghost looked at me like I was both a challenge and a prize.I’ve got someone watching Red from a distance, just in case. I know Knox wouldn’t let anything happen to her, he’d die before he allowed that, but I still need the reassurance. I can’t let myself relax. Not completely.For a month, the updates have been the same. She’s safe. She’s happy. That’s enough. That’s all I need to keep moving forward.Tonight’s job is a

One Hundred And Forty-Two

Ghost POVMaybe I didn’t plan this out as well as I thought.Yeah, wearing the cut was a mistake. A rookie move. But after tracking down every possible lead, showing up at every place I thought she might be and constantly coming up empty, I wasn’t exactly expecting tonight to be the night I found her.She’s running, fast and silent through the trees, her hand clenched tight around my collar like she’s dragging dead weight. I follow without argument, breathing hard, heart racing, not from the run, but from her.“Can we talk?” I ask, panting between the words.She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. She just whips around and shoves me hard, and I hit the ground with a thud, her body straddling mine a second later. Her eyes flash, wild and furious.

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