Todos los capítulos de Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

The overhead light above the passenger seat was dim and yellow.Darcy opened her left hand. Between her fingers, the fine white hairs swayed gently in the warm air. The hard nails at her fingertips were noticeably longer than usual, giving off a cold, hard gleam.The door was yanked open. A gust of cold air swept into the cabin before Asher dropped into the driver's seat with the chill still clinging to him.He slammed the door and was about to start the car when his peripheral

The reading light on the passenger side ceiling clicked off under Silas's hand.The cabin went completely dark.His broad shoulders leaned forward, sealing Darcy into the small corner between the passenger seat and the door.Silas's hand closed over her right. The two hands locked tight together, his hard calluses grinding against her palm. The heat of his body, mixed with engine oil, diesel, and thick tobacco, pressed heavily over her. Hot enough to make the back of Darcy's neck

The moment Asher's words landed, the drainage pipe at the bottom of the shaft let out a low, gurgling groan. The last of the yellow mud slurry was sucked dry."Bottom's clear!" Martha wiped the sweat off her face and hollered up from below.The sky had turned a pale, bluish white without anyone noticing.Asher still had Darcy wrapped inside his heavy military coat, his broad, burning palm flat against her lower back, not letting go for even a second. He glanced down at the tip of her nose, gone white from the cold wind, and tugged the coat collar up higher, covering her completely.Martha came climbing up the ladder, mud up to her elbows. She pulled a folded sheet from inside her

Gunfire crackled on and off from the projector. The only other sound in the room was the occasional sharp pop from the firewood.Asher's big hand slid up under the hem of Darcy's sweater, kneading slow circles into her lower back. His head was down, his chin rubbing against the top of her head, his rough stubble scuffing her knit hat askew. His whole weight pressed down on her, heavy and comfortable, a low rumble of contentment in his chest.Darcy, softened by the heat of his body, was just about to close her eyes when the phone on the coffee table buzzed like a summons, rattling across the wood.She stirred, about to brace herself up off the sofa, but the fingers Asher had splayed across her lower back clamped down hard, pinning her back against his

Darcy lay flat on the edge of the broken iron plate, her whole face flushed red.Rowan was far heavier than she could lift, and his blood-soaked coat dragged against the broken grating. Her arms felt like they were about to pull out of their sockets. Her knees were jammed hard against the broken, rusted angle iron, her pant legs torn open, raw flesh grinding against cold metal.The hopper hanging below them was more than ten meters deep, its sloping steel walls giving off a cold, dark gleam. Around them, the broken grating creaked with every shift of weight. The sound tightened her stomach with every creak.If she kept pulling like this, the whole suspended plate would tip and take her down with it."Don't pull so hard. The plate's going to give!" Rowan hung in midair, his feet finding no purchase, his right leg jammed in the twisted bars, blood running down his pant leg."Darcy. Listen to me. There's airflow along the wall. This walkway connects t