Daddies Underground MC Club のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Knox POVI reach for it, my hand already half-extended, but before I can take it, Charlotte snatches it from his hand like a vulture ripping meat out of the air.“The fuck are you doing?” I snap, the words coming out louder than I intended. My whole body is wired tight, rage and panic laced together in a noose around my throat. “Give me the damn phone.”She doesn’t even blink. Just stands there, casually scrolling, as if none of this means anything to her.“You don’t scare me,” she says, smirking. “Down, boy.”I clench my fists. My jaw aches from how tight I’m holding it. Across the room, Ghost leans against the bathroom doorframe like this is the most entertainment he’s had all week. He’s grinning, fucking enjoying this.Charlotte flips the phone screen toward me. “See

Knox POVThe tension in the room is thick enough to choke on. Charlotte hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, but she doesn’t need to. Her silence is louder than most people’s shouting. She’s posted up by the wall like she’s guarding it, arms crossed, eyes sharp, and not once has she looked away from the door. I don’t trust her, not even a little. She’s too calm. Too focused. And definitely too quick to throw Ghost into a wall.So yeah, I’m watching her. Closely. If she so much as shifts toward the hallway, I’m sending Ghost after her whether he wants the job or not. Until I figure out exactly what her deal is, she stays in plain sight.The door opens, and instantly, everyone’s on their feet. It’s not just me. Every guy in the room reacts, like the sound triggered something instinctual. The doctor st

Knox POVIt’s quieter out here. No arguing. No boxes with ears and fingers in them. No Charlotte throwing people against walls like she owns the damn hospital. Just silence, and the hum of bad lighting overhead.I sit on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, eyes fixed on the ticking clock above the nurse’s station. Time crawls like it’s deliberately mocking me. Every second feels stretched out, thin and cruel, like it knows what I’m waiting for and wants to drag it out as long as possible.I try not to think about what she looked like, lying in that tub. Try not to picture the bruises or the blood that wouldn’t stop, or the way her chest moved so faintly I wasn’t sure she was breathing at all. My fingers still feel the heat of her skin, what little warmth there was, and it’s the only thing grounding me ri

Danielle POVFor a long time, there’s nothing. Not even the awareness of nothing. Just weightless silence, as if I’ve been drifting through the deepest parts of sleep without even knowing what sleep is. The darkness is thick and endless, not the kind you notice until it starts to change. But slowly, without warning, something does begin to shift.At first, it’s only sound. Faint and muffled. Whispers, maybe. The low hum of something steady. A rhythm. It pulses softly, like the world has a heartbeat, and I’m only just remembering how to hear it. Then there are voices. Some clear, others distant. A few sharp with tension, while others are warm and low, speaking to me like I should know them. I try to hold on to those voices. I want to reach out and ask who they are, what they’re saying, but my body won’t move. My lips won’t form the words.

Danielle POVI don’t know what I expected, but finding out the doctor told Knox that I might think he was the one who hurt me is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. It sounds insane. I remember waking up, and I remember it was Knox I saw. I don’t know why I didn’t recognize him at first, because now that I do, I see him clearly. His face, his voice, even the way he holds my hand when he thinks I’m not aware, all of it feels like home.It’s been a week since I fully woke up, and things still feel off. Like there’s a film between me and the world. Charlotte has been here every single time my eyes opened. She’s barely left my side, and yet somehow we’re still dancing around each other. I’ve asked what’s going on more times than I can count, but no one will tell me anything. They keep saying the same tired line about wanting me to get better first, that there’s no rush, that