บททั้งหมดของ Daddies Underground MC Club: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

Echo’s POVI’m slouched at the counter, eyes glued to Davina as she moves around the café kitchen, all focus and fire. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate, answering my questions with that sharp, snarky edge that makes my blood hum. My gaze locks on her hips, her ass swaying as she works the grill.Fuck me. All I can see is her last night, naked on that stream, her body trembling, coming apart like a goddamn symphony. I’m going back tonight. Tipping her again, watching through the door crack, fighting every urge to barge in and claim her. A voice in my head hisses, She’s yours, Echo. Take it. I shake it off, grinning like a wolf.Workers trickle in, buzzing around her, cooking and serving as more customers shuffle through the door. Davina swings back, slamming three plates in front of me.

Davina’s POVWhat the actual fuck just happened? I’m rooted to the spot, staring at that goddamn bunny-eared helmet, the same one that loomed in my bedroom on the stream. My fingers twitch, itching to rip the visor up and see the face of this psycho who’s been creeping through my life like he owns it.I should knee him in the nuts for stalking me. I want to. But he just saved my ass from Evan, so maybe I hold off on the violence. For now. As a thank-you. A temporary truce.“Don’t mistake me not grabbing a knife and gutting you for acceptance,” I say, voice shaking but sharp. “This is a grace period. One-time thank-you for stopping that prick.”He laughs, low, rough, like gravel and smoke, and it slithers down my spine. He picks up a knife from the counter, and I flinch ha

Davina POV Closing down the stream, I close my eyes. This guy... I would love to snap at him and call him a creep on my stream, but it wouldn’t be professional, and if I act cruelly toward someone tipping me that much, it will put off the smaller tippers.My phone lights up and I sigh. I had ignored it through the entire stream. Clicking answer I put it on speaker phone.“I know, you were watching, that’s a lot of money, right?” She’s going to lecture me about it. I should block him; I can block him.“What? Ignore that, rewatch your stream, look for twenty-three minutes in.”My body goes cold. “What?”“Just do it.”Sighing, I do as she says, I look but I don’t see anything. Just me using the toy. “Right, why

Echo POV We’re barely settled when one of the Cursed Kings prospects, a kid with a fresh patch and a death wish, leans over the table, voice cutting through the noise.“Heard the Iron Vipers tried to choke your southern run last month, thought they’d muscle in on the lane after they torched one of our safe houses up near the border.”The words land like a match in gasoline. My grin freezes, then stretches wider, manic, the kind of smile that makes sane men reach for their guns. The Iron Vipers. Those rat-bastard, chrome-polishing, mommy-issue-having wannabes who think they can piss on our pipeline and walk away breathing.King’s eyes narrow, but it’s Queenie who speaks first, voice smooth as silk and sharp as a shiv. “Tried is right. We left their sergeant-at-arms in a ditch off Route 66 with his own chain wrapped aro

Echo’s POVI left after she opened her gift. I don’t need to watch her in person tonight; I have a whole other plan.I’m parked on my bike down the block, engine off, helmet dangling from the handlebars like a silent promise. I wait, eyes locked on my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Two hours crawl by, slow as molasses, but then the notification pings, bright and beautiful. I jump straight into the stream.Her body tenses the second the banner flashesLeatherLurker has entered the room.I type fast, grin splitting my face.Tell you what, Little Birdie. Use that new toy, and I’ll tip you two thousand. Call it an apology for beating your boss’s ass.She narrows her eyes at the camera, lips pressed tight. For a second