All Chapters of The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Don’t move, Daniels. You look like a damn vision,” Fila breathed, her eyes reflecting the gold shimmer of my gown.Ealia, Juliette, and Yva formed a tight perimeter around me, their baby-blue leather jackets catching the light of the luxury suite. My mother, Helena, stood by the window, dabbing her eyes with a silk handkerchief.“You’re the Noir of the Moretti line now, baby,” Helena whispered, her voice cracking. “Vince would have been so proud to see you take the throne.”“Stop the waterworks, Mom,” I teased, though my own chest felt tight. “I’m just getting started.”“Slay the competition, Boss!” Fila chirped.“Work that hardware, Queen!” Ealia added, adjusting the line of my dress.I turned back to the floor-length mirror. This five-star penthouse at St. Virelli was ours for the night. I was nervous, but it was the good kind of adrenaline—the kind you feel before a high-speed chase. The dress was a masterpiece of liquid satin, shimmery and dangerous, catching the light like chrom

"Drop the piece of lead, Nic," I growled, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings of the Moretti Family Estate. "I already told you, the eldest gets the first word on the new encryption codes."I caught my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass of the library. Tomorrow was the big day. The day my brothers and I hit twenty-one and officially took the reins of the Moretti Syndicate. We weren't just heirs to a biker empire; we were the architects of its digital future. The 'Moretti Territory' wasn't just physical turf—it was a high-tech fortress of servers and black-market data. My old man, Oman Moretti, was stepping down, and we were the three-headed hydra taking his place."You're too stiff, Nic," Teo chimed in from the leather sofa, tossing a switchblade and catching it with bored precision. "The middle brother is supposed to be the life of the party, and Luca here is the baby. We need to loosen up before the coronation.""I don't need a lecture on birth order, Teo," I snapped, th

“This cycle is busted, Teo! Why do you have to be such a goddamn wrecking ball with her?” I growled, my grip tightening on the handlebars of my parked bike until my knuckles turned white.The fire in my chest was roaring. Within the Moretti Syndicate, we were raised to be cold, but when it came to Daniels, my internal processor was redlining.“Me?” Teo shot back, acting like I’d just accused him of snitching to the feds.“Yeah, you! You push it too far every single time!” I bellowed, stepping into his space and shoving him hard against the brick wall of the Luna Noir Lounge.He didn't take it lying down. He shoved me back, his eyes flashing with that erratic, street-fighter energy he always carried. I felt my pulse spiking, my inner 'Noir' persona clawing at the surface to handle the disrespect.“Luca,” Nic cut in, his voice like dry ice. “Back off.”“Teo, sit down!” Nic commanded, his Alpha-heir authority bleeding through. “We were too rough on her. Admit it.”“And you both keep call

I didn't even wait for Nic to close his heavy oak door. I stood in the corridor of the Moretti Family Estate, the air thick with the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets. I let out a long yawn, the adrenaline of the night finally dipping, and blew a silent kiss toward the service hall where Daniels' small room was tucked away.“Catch some sleep, Daniels,” I murmured into the quiet.The second I crossed the threshold into my own quarters, my system hit a wall. The air in my room was different. It was charged, electric, and smelled like a dream I hadn't realized I was having. It was a heavy, intoxicating feminine pull that made every nerve ending in my body fire at once. I stood frozen in the dark, shivering as the scent wrapped around me—a lethal blend of wild roses and sweet honeysuckle.My brain felt like it had been short-circuited. I tried to crash onto the bed, but the fragrance was embedded in the threads, keeping me wired and agonizingly focused on the physical ache spre

"I’m playing for keeps, Tat. Don't doubt that," I muttered, my voice like gravel."So this is it? No hard feelings after everything?" she asked, her voice tight, searching for a crack in my resolve.I stepped into her space and pulled her into a brief, firm hug. She went rigid before finally letting out a jagged breath and leaning into me for a split second."I need a name, Teo. I want to know who’s taking my seat," she demanded, pulling back."The intel will go live soon enough," I replied, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. I wasn't about to let her go full-blown psycho on Daniels before I even had her secured.She let out a long, weary sigh. We just sat there in the booth while the silence turned heavy enough to choke on. When Nic and Aienna finally emerged from the back of the Plaza, Sandra looked like she’d just lost a street fight she thought she’d won. Nic looked like he was vibrating with internal static. The second Luca and Hria rejoined us, Aienna barked, "Girls, b