Chapter 107 107
DAISY POV
The sunlight woke me up.
It slipped through a small gap in the curtains and landed right on my face. I blinked slowly, feeling warm and heavy.
Diesel’s arm was still wrapped tightly around my waist. My head rested on his bare chest, rising and falling with every slow breath he took.
He was still sleeping.
I didn’t move at first. I just stayed there, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong under my ear. After a while, I carefully lifted my head so I could see his face.
He looked different when he was sleeping. His hair was messy, falling across his forehead. His eyes were closed, lashes resting against his cheeks. The small scar on his jaw caught the light.
God… he’s so fucking handsome. Really handsome.
I couldn’t stop the small smile that came to my lips as I remembered last night.
It’s hard for me to stop smiling the more I remember that cute side of him. Though that cuteness won’t make me forget the Diesel that looks so tough when he holds a gun.
Last night, after all the chaos, he refused to let go of me and almost choked me with how tight he cuddled. I felt how hard he was against me. The way his hands moved over my body with clear hunger. He wanted me so badly. It was so hard for him to control himself. But when I whispered that I was tired, he stopped right away.
That was the last card I used on him. Even when I had begged him softly, “Just let me bathe first…” he had groaned like I was torturing him. But the moment I said “I’m tired,” he scolded himself quietly, muttering that he was being selfish. Then he just held me close and didn’t push for anything more.
That cuteness still makes me smile now.
“Hmmmmm…” he let out a low growl-like snore in his sleep.
I raised my hand gently and blocked the sunlight from reaching his face, so he could keep sleeping a little longer.
“Thank you,” I whispered, so quietly the words almost disappeared. “Thank you for everything.”
Tears came to my eyes.
“Thank you for saving me that night at the club. Thank you for coming after me when I ran away. Thank you for letting me face Donald. Thank you for holding me when I cried about my father. Thank you for making me feel safe.”
I kept my hand there, shielding his face from the light, and continued watching him.
“You have done so much for me, Diesel. I don’t know how I will ever repay you… but I will try.”
He shifted a little in his sleep. His arm tightened around my waist. He let out a small, content sigh.
I smiled wider and rested my head back on his chest for a moment. My hand stayed up, still blocking the sunlight from his face.
Then a thought came to me.
It wouldn’t make sense if he wakes up to nothing. Breakfast would be nice. But this is the clubhouse — he has no private kitchen in his quarters. Still, I have been to the main kitchen before. If I step out quietly, I can get something ready for him.
I rose slowly, doing my best not to wake him. I moved inch by inch, carefully sliding out from under his arm. When his hand slipped off my waist, I paused and held my breath, watching his face. He only sighed again and turned slightly, still deep in sleep.
I let out a quiet breath of relief, grabbed one of his big shirts from the chair, and slipped it on. It swallowed me, falling to my mid-thighs, but it smelled like him.
I took one last look at Diesel sleeping peacefully, then tiptoed toward the door.
The hallway was quiet. Most of the brothers were probably still sleeping after last night’s chaos.
I made my way downstairs to the main kitchen. The place was empty, thank God. I had been here once before with Jax, so I roughly knew where things were.
I opened the fridge and stared at the contents. Eggs, bread, some bacon, cheese, and a few fruits. Simple stuff. Nothing fancy, but it would do.
I decided to make something easy — scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. At least it was better than waking up to nothing.
I moved around the kitchen quietly, cracking eggs into a bowl, heating up a pan, and putting bread in the toaster. The smell of coffee started filling the air. While the eggs cooked, I kept glancing toward the stairs, half expecting Diesel or anyone to appear any second.
My mind kept going back to him sleeping upstairs. Making breakfast for him made me smile to myself again.
A few minutes later, I had two plates ready. Scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and two mugs of hot coffee. It wasn’t perfect, but it was made with care.
I put everything on a tray and headed back upstairs, moving carefully so nothing would spill.
My heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. Making breakfast for him… Is it that I’m happy doing this, or because I haven’t done this before…
Halfway up the stairs, I met Raven coming down. She stopped when she saw me. Her eyes dropped to the tray in my hands, then slowly moved back up to my face. She didn’t say a word. Just gave me a long, plain stare before turning and walking back toward the kitchen without a single comment.
I frowned but kept going. Raven being cold wasn’t new. I tried not to let it bother me.
When I pushed the door open to Diesel’s quarters, he was already awake.
He was sitting up in bed, the sheet low around his waist, looking at me with those storm-gray eyes. A small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw the tray.
“Coming from where?” he asked, voice still rough from sleep.
“I thought you might be hungry. No, I believe you will be hungry,” I replied, smiling as I walked over and placed the tray on the bed beside him. “So I made this. It’s nothing special, just eggs, bacon, toast and coffee.”
He looked at the food for a second, then smiled and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “Thank you,” he muttered against my skin.
Though I noticed a tiny hesitation in his eyes before he picked up the fork. But then he started eating.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him take the first few bites.
He nodded once. “This is perfect.”
I felt warm inside. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He took another bite of the scrambled eggs.
We ate together quietly. I kept stealing glances at him, still amazed that this was real — waking up next to him, making breakfast for him, being here like this.
But the peace got ruined the next seconds.
The door suddenly burst open.
Raven rushed in, breathing hard, her eyes wide with alarm. Without saying a word, she grabbed the tray and threw it across the room. Plates crashed to the floor. Food and coffee spilled everywhere.
Diesel froze mid-bite.
“What the hell—” he started.
Raven screamed, pointing at the mess on the floor.
“Why the hell will you eat that?! Are you going that far crazy for her? Not minding if she poisons you?!”
The word “poisons” hung in the air like smoke.
My heart dropped.
Poison?
I stared at Raven, then at the spilled food, then back at Diesel.
He slowly lowered his fork, his expression turning dark and dangerous.
The room went completely silent except for the sound of coffee dripping from the tray onto the floor.