All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Vesper POVI don’t move.My mind doesn’t race, it freezes. Like it can’t compute what it just heard. Married. He’s married. For over fucking decade. There's been no mention of it and no hesitation. He looked me in the eyes and called me his, made promises, demanded my loyalty, demanded I stay. And all this time…My fingers shake as I lower the phone and press it to my thigh.What the fuck are you hiding, Ghost?No, what the fuck else are you hiding, Dave?Because if you’re willing to lie about this, what else have you lied about?I sit back against the wall and let the weight of it settle on me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I don’t know who the hell I’ve been falling for.I climb back onto the bike, the wind biting against my skin

Vesper POVWhen I stop outside the house, I stare up at it. The brick walls are tall, aged but strong, and the iron gate in front of them is bolted shut. It’s bigger than I expected. More intimidating. Cold in a way that makes my stomach tighten. Climbing off the bike, I pull the pin from my hair and tuck it behind my ear as I approach the gate.I reach for the heavy lock and study it. It’s not complicated, not to someone like me. The chain clinks as I work through it, and the metal creaks when I finally manage to force it open. Pushing the gates apart, I walk back to the bike and ride through.The house looms larger now, swallowing the gravel driveway with its shadow. I stop in front of the main steps and swing my leg over the bike, heading for the door. It takes longer to work through the lock, but I’ve seen worse. Ten minutes pass before I hear the cl

Ghost POVThe manor used to be quiet. Cold, empty, and still. Now it breathes danger with every creaking floorboard and every whisper of footsteps that aren’t ours.We move fast. Vesper’s beside me, her blade already slick with blood, her body tuned for this. I knew she could fight, but seeing her in action again, here, in the house I was supposed to inherit and protect, it hits different. She moves like she was born for war, and maybe she was. Maybe we both were.There's another creak to the left.I shove her against the wall, hard, and the bullet aimed for her shoulder slams into the wood behind us. I swing my arm and fire twice, one to the knee and one to the skull. The man drops without a word.“Don&rs

Vesper POVFinally, he eases me back to my feet, his hands steadying me when my legs wobble. He tucks himself away, then helps me pull my trousers back up, his fingers lingering on my hips like he’s not ready to let go.I slip back on my boots, and smirk at him.“You’re a fucking menace,” he says, kissing me one last time before glancing down the tunnel. “Come on. We’ve already tempted fate enough for one night.”With his hand gripping mine, we start moving again, the echoes of what we just did still thrumming between us.“When we get out, we head straight into the trees and keep moving until we find somewhere safe to call a cab,” he says.“What?” I glare at him. “No. I’m getting my bike, Ghost.” There is no way in hell I'm leaving it behind.&ldquo

Ghost POVMy tongue moves slow and teasing, keeping her right on the edge of pleasure without letting her tip into it. I can feel her legs start to tremble slightly from holding herself there.When her head drops forward and a moan slips out, I stop again, standing up and kissing her hard enough to steal the air from her lungs.“Still not ready to talk?” I ask.“Still not gonna talk,” she says, her voice a little less steady.I grab her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. “Then you’re gonna stay on this edge until you break.”I press my thigh between her legs and push, making her grind against me whether she wants to or not. Her breath hitches, her fingers curling tight around the chain above her head. I keep the pressure steady, my hands gripping her hips and holding her there, watching her fight betwee