SHATTERED AND TEMPTED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Daisy looked completely out of it, her drunk eyes half-closed. She kept murmuring “sorry… so sorry…” in a sleepy, slurred voice, though she barely seemed aware of what she had done. Her head lolled slightly as she tried to speak, but the words faded quickly.“I didn’t… mean to… ruin it…” she mumbled, her voice growing quieter.I stood up quickly, pulled off my soaked shirt, and tossed it aside. The vomit had reached my skin, but I didn’t care. Daisy mattered more right now.I went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, wet it with warm water, and returned. Gently, I wiped her face and mouth first, then cleaned my own chest.“You’re okay, baby,” I said softly, even though she probably couldn’t hear me properly. “Just sleep.”She murmured “sorry” a few more times, her eyes fluttering but never quite focusing. Eventually, she gave up fighting it. Her body relaxed completely, and she curled into the pillow with a small, tired sigh.She was out cold.I changed the soiled part of the sheet

DIESEL POVThe more the footsteps kept getting closer, the more my hand instinctively moved toward the knife at my waist. I turned sharply, body already tense and ready for whatever was coming.But then Hawk came out of the corner.I let out a breath. I wasn’t expecting him at all — not when I had left him in the middle of what we were doing earlier, and he had claimed he needed to sort some shit out.“Hey,” I said, looking at him.He was breathing heavily, eyes darting around the hallway like he was searching for something he couldn’t find. His face was all twisted up, sweat on his forehead, looking like he’d lost the most important thing in the world.“What the fuck is it?” I asked again, trying to catch his attention.“Hey D,” he said, still scanning every shadow. “Have you seen Raven?”Wow, so it’s about Raven.“So you’re looking like a stolen goat because of Raven?” I said, chuckling with a smile.“Will you just give me an answer if you know where she is?” Hawk snapped.I stood u

DAISY POVDiesel turned on the shower, testing the water temperature with his hand before stepping back.I hesitated only a moment, then reached for the hem of the oversized shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I stood there in just my panties, feeling exposed but safe under his gaze.Diesel’s eyes darkened, but he stayed gentle. He kicked off his boots, stepped into the shower stall with me still fully clothed otherwise, and lathered the soap between his palms.“You’re going to get soaked,” I whispered, half-laughing.“Worth it,” he said simply.His hands moved slowly over my shoulders, down my arms, and across my back — careful, deliberate, almost reverent. When his soapy fingers brushed the curve of my breast, a soft shiver ran through me. He didn’t rush. He washed my hair next, massaging my scalp until I leaned back against his chest with a contented sigh, the warm water cascading over both of us.By the time he rinsed me off and wrapped me in a thick to

DAISY POVThe Rolls-Royce glided smoothly through the streets like it was floating on air. I kept my hands folded neatly in my lap, afraid to touch anything. The leather seat was so soft it felt like butter, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with new-car smell made everything feel unreal.Diesel drove with one hand on the wheel, the other still holding mine. He looked completely at ease behind the wheel of this half-a-million-dollar car, like he did this every day. Meanwhile, I was trying not to stare at him in that black suit. The way the fabric stretched across his shoulders whenever he turned the wheel made my stomach flutter.I kept stealing glances at him. The sharp jawline, the styled hair, the hint of tattoos peeking from his collar — he looked like someone who belonged in a boardroom or a high-stakes poker game, not the president of a motorcycle club. Yet here he was, taking me out like I was the most important person in his world.“Where are we going?” I finally

Flowers.A beautiful trail of white and soft pink roses was scattered gently down every single step, their petals forming a delicate path that glowed in the morning sunlight. The sweet, fresh scent floated up to me, light and romantic. My heart stuttered in my chest. I stood there, amazed, staring at what he had done. The hard, dangerous man who ran a motorcycle club had turned into someone who left flowers on the stairs… for me.A smile I couldn’t chase away spread across my face, wide and unstoppable. It felt silly and wonderful at the same time. Still rubbing one eye, I began walking down the stairs, following the flower trail, my bare feet stepping carefully between the petals. The smile refused to leave my lips no matter how hard I tried to calm it.When I reached the bottom and turned into the living room, my eyes landed on the shock of my life. A scream I couldn't control escaped my lips, and I stumbled back a step, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. My breath was already sha