All Chapters of Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

"Your father is going to lose everything." The voice was calm, which made it so much worse. Ethan sat in a plush leather chair opposite the massive mahogany desk. The man behind it, Marcus, was his father's best friend and business partner. He was also the most intimidating man Ethan had ever met. "What do you mean?" Ethan asked, his throat dry. "The company is fine." "The company is bleeding out," Marcus corrected, not looking up from the financial statements on his desk. "Bad investments. Worse advice. He's mortgaged to the hilt. By Friday, the banks will foreclose. Your house, your cars, your college fund... all of it. Gone." Ethan felt sick. He was twenty, and his entire life was built on the foundation of his father's success. "There has to be something we can do." Marcus finally looked up. His eyes were a dark, calculating grey. "There is. I can buy the debt. I can save the company. I can make sure your father never has to work another day in his life." Relief washed

"That's a federal offense, kid." The voice was a low, calm growl that seemed to come from the shadows between the pine trees. Liam froze, a half-burnt joint pinched between his fingers. The man who stepped into the circle of his dying campfire was built like the trees themselves—tall, lean, and hard. He wore the grey and green uniform of a park ranger. His name tag read "KAEL." His face was weathered and tanned, his eyes a dark, piercing green that held no warmth. "I... I was just..." Liam started, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Just breaking half a dozen laws," Ranger Kael finished, his gaze sweeping over the small, illegal tent and the empty beer cans. "Camping outside a designated site. Open flame. And possession." He held out a gloved hand. "Give it to me." Liam reluctantly handed over the joint. Kael sniffed it, then crushed it under his boot. "You're in a lot of trouble, son. This isn't a city ticket. This is federal land. A charge like this follows you. Ruins you

"It's ruined." The voice was a quiet, flat statement of fact. Caleb stood in the hushed workshop, the wreckage of his cello in its case on the workbench. The man who spoke, Julian, was a legend in the world of string instruments. A luthier who could make a piece of wood sing. He was in his late fif

Gabe's house was a small, neat bungalow on a quiet street. It looked like any other house, which made it feel even more sinister. Leo knocked on the door at exactly seven o'clock. Gabe answered, wearing only a pair of worn jeans. His chest was broad and covered in thick, grey-flecked hair. He didn

The final week of the project arrived. The frame of the house was up, and the crew was working on the roof. Leo was more comfortable now, his body accustomed to the physical labor and the constant, low-level arousal from his secret tasks with Gabe. One afternoon, Gabe called him up onto the partia