All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Harper’s POVEverything inside me is frozen. My feet won’t move, my breath won’t come, and my mind keeps looping the same shattered second, Mark reaching for me, Theo’s body colliding with his, the sickening sound of the blade piercing flesh, and then... all that blood. So much blood.Theo stands over Mark now, the knife slipping from his fingers, his chest heaving with the kind of exhaustion that goes beyond the body. It’s in his bones. In his eyes. In the way he sways as he turns to look at me.“Sorry,” he whispers, so soft I almost don’t hear it.My lips part, but no sound comes out. I still can’t move.He blinks, slow and dazed, and I see it then, the tear that slips silently from the corner of his eye, trailing down through blood and sweat and something so much deeper. He takes a shaky step back, then another, and the knife wound in his stomach pulses red.“I’m sorry,” he says again, his voice breaking this time. “For killing him. For hurting you. I didn’t mean to... I didn’t wan

Nathan's POVThe phone trembles in my lap. I watch as Theo, staggering, reaches for the knife. My chest seizes. I can feel it, the helpless fury tearing through him as he rips the blade free.He turns, and then it’s chaos.The camera wobbles, knocked slightly out of focus, but it’s clear enough to see the way Theo slams into Mark. I can’t hear anything, but I don’t need to. I can see it in his body. This isn’t defense anymore. This is rage. He’s not stopping.I grip the wheel tighter, my knuckles white.A horn blares to my left. I snap my head up just in time to see my car swerving into the wrong lane. I yank the wheel hard to the right, tires screeching as we jerk onto the shoulder, the other vehicle blasting past us.“Shit!” I hiss, trying to get control again as the car lurches back into position.

Harper POVThe siren screams overhead, but I barely hear it. I’m on chair beside his bed, leaning over him, one hand holding his while the other moves slowly through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead. His skin is warm, a little clammy, and slick with sweat and blood, but I don’t care. I need to feel him. I need the anchor of his pulse under my palm.He’s so still.“Theo,” I whisper, my lips near his ear. “You’re going to be fine. You’re going to wake up and make some awful joke about how dramatic this all was, and I’ll roll my eyes and pretend I’m not relieved. But you will wake up. You have to.”My voice breaks. I press my forehead to his shoulder for a second, just a moment of weakness, but it doesn’t help. I can’t stop shaking. The blood, his blood, is dry

HarperNathan’s voice pulls me out of the heavy fog of sleep, his breath warm against my ear, his arms still tight around me.“Harper,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady, “the doctor’s here.”My heart stutters, and for a second I forget where I am. Then I sit up fast, the memories rushing back like a punch to the ribs. Blood. Screaming. Theo going still beneath me. My hands trembling, soaked in red.I look up and see the doctor standing near the doors, clipboard in hand, expression calm but unreadable. I scramble off Nathan’s lap without grace, my legs shaking as I step toward him. Mason stands beside me, silent and tense, and Nathan moves to my other side, one hand brushing my back.The doctor takes one glance at the three of us and then nods.“He’s stab

Harper's POVI look down, and there it is. Pressed against the sheet, a very familiar shape straining faintly against the hospital gown.My lips part, stunned for half a second, and then I start laughing. It bubbles up from deep in my chest, wild and relieved and almost hysterical.“That’s proof he’s not dying,” I say softly, a smile breaking across my face like sunlight after rain.Nathan chuckles behind me. “It’s probably not medically recommended, but I’ve seen worse signs of recovery.”I smile again and lean back slightly, still cuddling him carefully, my hands cupping his face. My thumbs stroke just beneath his eyes. I wait. I hold my breath.And then Nathan’s voice comes, quieter now. “He’s waking.”My heart jumps. I shift slightly, moving from my place c