All Chapters of Masked: Ruin Me, Daddy (MM Taboo collection): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryan Vale had always believed danger came with a certain aesthetic. Expensive suits, private jets, the low hum of power that followed men who moved money the way other people moved furniture. He had never expected it to arrive in the form of a single sheet of paper left on the hood of his car, weighted down by a bullet casing.The security firm wasted no time. By the time Ryan stepped into the glass-walled conference room on the forty-second floor of Vale Holdings, three men in dark suits were already waiting. Two of them he recognized from previous details—competent, polite, forgettable. The third stood slightly apart, hands clasped behind his back, posture so precise it looked carved from stone.Denver Kane.Ryan’s first thought was that the man looked like someone had taken every action-hero stereotype, sanded off the charm, and left only the hard edges. Tall, broad through the shoulders, dark hair cut short and practical. A face that could have been handsome if it ever softened. I

The call came at 6:17 a.m.Denver was already awake, standing at the penthouse windows with a mug of black coffee, watching the city lighten in layers of gray and gold. His earpiece crackled once, then the ground team’s voice came through, clipped and urgent.“Kane. We have movement. Two unmarked vehicles circling the block for the third time. One of them matches the description from the secondary threat board. Recommend immediate relocation.”Denver didn’t waste time. He was in Ryan’s doorway thirty seconds later.Ryan was still in bed, sheets tangled around his waist, hair a dark mess against the pillow. He blinked up at Denver, voice rough with sleep. “This better be good.”“Get dressed. We’re leaving in five minutes. Pack only what you can carry.”Ryan sat up, the sheet slipping lower. For a moment he just looked at Denver—taking in the already-armed readiness, the hard set of his mouth—then he moved without argument. That, more than anything, told Denver the situation was real.T

The morning after the almost-disaster on the couch, Denver acted like nothing had happened.He moved through the safe house with the same controlled efficiency as always—perimeter checks, security tablet, black coffee, silence. The cut above his eyebrow had been cleaned and steri-stripped. He didn’t mention the night before. He didn’t look at Ryan for longer than necessary. When their paths crossed in the hallway he stepped aside with clinical precision, as if proximity itself had become a threat.Ryan let him have the performance for exactly one day.On the second morning he changed tactics.Playful had gotten him a cracked wall and a man who walked away hard and furious. Deliberate would finish the job.He started with touch.Nothing overt at first. A hand on Denver’s shoulder as he passed behind him at the security panel, fingers lingering a second too long on the solid muscle there. A brush of knuckles against Denver’s wrist when he handed him a mug of coffee. Standing close enoug

They moved to the secondary cabin at first light.It was smaller than the safe house, older, tucked so deep into the hills that the only sound at night was wind through the pines. One main room. A narrow kitchen. A single bedroom with a bed barely big enough for two. Denver had taken one look at the layout and known the distance he had been trying to maintain was finished.He lasted less than six hours.Ryan was still damp from a shower, towel low on his hips, when Denver walked into the bedroom to check the window locks. Their eyes met. That was all it took. Denver crossed the room, yanked the towel away, and put Ryan on his back on the mattress. He fucked him slow and deep the first time, one hand braced beside Ryan’s head, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with every thrust until Ryan came with a broken sound against his mouth. Denver followed a minute later, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to Ryan’s shoulder.Afterward he tried to get up.Ryan’s hand closed

The threat ended three days later.The firm’s investigation traced the attacks to a rival investor who had lost a fortune when Ryan’s last acquisition closed. The man was arrested quietly, the remaining contractors scattered, and the official assessment declared the danger neutralized. Denver received the call while still in the clinic, shoulder heavily bandaged, arm in a sling. The director’s voice was brisk and final.“Assignment complete, Kane. Once medical clears you for light duty, you’re free to rotate off. Vale’s detail will transfer to a standard team. Good work.”Denver ended the call and sat staring at the blank wall of the recovery room for a long time.Ryan was in the shower down the hall. When he came back, hair damp, wearing the soft clothes someone from the firm had brought, Denver was already on his feet, packing the few things he had.Ryan stopped in the doorway. “They’re pulling you.”“The threat is over. My contract ends with it.”“So you’re just… leaving.”Denver d