All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

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Two Hundred And Thirty-Four

Davina’s POVI shut down the live stream, my heart still racing from the show, and stare at the tips that came rolling in. Holy shit. Nearly a grand in one night. I haven’t pulled in that much in months. This Leather Lurker guy, whoever the hell he is, dropped some serious cash. My eyes flick over the numbers again, a weird knot twisting in my gut. Nobody tips like that without expecting something, right? Maybe he’s just some rich idiot with more money than brains, but it feels… off. Like someone’s watching me too closely.I climb into bed, trying to shake the unease, but it clings like damp clothes. I need sleep. Evan’s gonna ride my ass if I’m late for the café again. My eyes close, but my brain’s stuck on Leather Lurker, on that big tip, on what he might want.When my alarm screeches me awake, I

Two Hundred And Thirty-Five

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.

Two Hundred And Thirty-Six

Echo’s POVI tried. I really did try to stay out of her fucking personal life, but Evan... yeah, he needed a warning. Which is why I’m now parked near the café, watching and waiting.It’s late, and he hasn’t left. I can see him watching her as she counts the cash. He should be doing that shit himself. I can see the tension in her shoulders as he yells across the counter at her.Fucker thinks he can get away with that? Not a chance. I’m going to make sure he learns to respect her and thank her for the fucking work she does.See, I could just walk in there now, slam his face into the counter and make him apologise, but I’m trying not to be seen yet. I’ve only been in her house once, I need to know more about her before she sees me.Evan moves and walks around the café, still

One Hundred And Thirty-Seven

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

Two Hundred And Thirty-Eight

Davina POV “Better?” I ask, arching my back a little. The tips trickle in, $5 here, $8 there. Barely scraping seventy-five total.NightRider88: shorts nextSugarKing: $15 for the pantiesI stand, turning so the camera catches the curve of my hips, and slide my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. “Hey, Sugar King. You always this sweet?” I ease them down slowly, bending just enough to give them a show, then step out and kick them away.Now it’s just the bra and matching panties. The chat’s buzzing, but the tips are still pathetic, another twenty bucks, maybe thirty. I sit back on the bed, crossing my legs, letting the lace ride up.“Alright, boys,” I say, voice husky, “who’s gonna make it worth my while tonight?”

Two Hundred And Thirty-Nine

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

Two Hundred And Forty

Echo’s POVAfter… well, indulging because she sounded so damn good begging me like I was the only man in the universe, I zipped up, wiped the evidence on my jeans, classy, I know, and floated downstairs like a kid who just stole the last cookie.The gift box was waiting on the counter, wrapped in black paper with a little red bow. Cute, right? I patted it once, like it was a good dog. “Behave for Daddy,” I whispered to the box, then set it dead center on the kitchen table where she has to see it.I’d meant to leave it before she got home, but that fuzzy little distraction showed up. See, Davina’s got this adorable habit of forgetting to lock doors when she’s flustered. And tonight? Kitten on the step equal to instant unlocked door. Genius. She’ll think I climbed a windo

Two Hundred And Forty-One

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

Two Hundred And Forty-Two

Davina’s POVI didn’t go downstairs, I didn’t step out of my room. I watched him leave through the cracked blinds, his silhouette melting into the dark like some kind of leather-clad phantom, but I still didn’t dare go downstairs.Part of me feels like he could have climbed back in through a window, or the chimney, or maybe he’s just waiting in the pantry with that bunny helmet and a bouquet of my own stolen underwear.Plus, there’s the box he left on the table. Which I ignored this morning. I got ready in a blind panic, threw on clothes that probably didn’t match, and bolted out the door without so much as a glance at the thing. I’ve no idea what’s inside it. Could be a bomb. Could be a severed head. Could be a coupon for free therapy. Today though, work has been weird.Evan is here

Two Hundred And Forty-Three

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

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