All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

 Echo’s POV Sleeping isn’t an option. I fucking tried. I figured if I passed out, tomorrow would come faster, but my brain won’t shut the hell up. It isn’t the beating, although every breath feels like broken glass. It’s pure, electric excitement. I’m like a kid on Christmas Eve who knows the biggest present under the tree is finally his. The guys are still drinking, but it’s light. Most would’ve dragged their asses to bed hours ago, yet they’re camped out here, half to stop me bolting to her place, half because they feel bad for turning me into a human punching bag. I don’t feel bad. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Knox tops up my glass. I stare at the whiskey like it owes me money. “What time is it?” I ask for the hundredth ti

Echo POV He tries to laugh through the ruin of his mouth, a wet, gurgling sound that only makes me hit him harder. I stomp on his hand until every finger snaps like dry twigs under my boot. The scream that rips out of him is pure music, and I laugh, raw, broken, completely fucking insane, because that scream is nothing compared to what he put her through.I haul him up by the throat again and slam him face-first into the wall of photographs, her photographs. Glass frames shatter against his skull, pins tear from the plaster, and I grind his cheek into the jagged edges until blood pours down her smiling faces like tears. I drag the knife up his back in one long, shallow cut from spine to shoulder blade, deep enough to feel him shudder but not deep enough to kill. Not yet.He whimpers, trying to twist away, and I spin him around and drive my fist into his mouth so hard his lips split against

Siren’s POVAll I wanted was to feel safe again, but somehow I made everything worse.I keep replaying it in my head: the way he recoiled, the way he couldn’t even look at me when I reached for him. One half of me wants to believe he pulled away because he was trying to protect me, because he thought I needed space. The other half, the louder half, whispers that it’s because someone else touched me. That James left something filthy on my skin, inside me, and now Echo can’t stand the sight of it.Dirty, used and ruined.I stand under the shower until the water runs cold, then turn it hotter again. The loofah is long gone; I’m using my nails now, raking them over my throat, my breasts, the insides of my thighs , anywhere he put his hands, his mouth, himself. I scrub until my skin is angry red, until it stings with eve

Siren’s POVThe doctor leaves with her final warning ringing in my ears, no sex, no intercourse, no penetration, nothing like that for five days until the stitches have healed. I sit on the edge of the bed long after the door clicks shut, knees pulled to my chest, blanket clutched like a shield.I want to go out, want to see Vesper, Red, the others, but the thought alone makes my stomach knot. They all know about Echo’s punishment by now. They all know I’m the reason he bled. I should have refused him that night. Should have pushed him away. If I’d just said no, he wouldn’t have taken those fists for me.I stand, legs shaky, and decide to find him. I need to ask what my punishment is, because it wasn’t just him who broke the rules.I reach the door the exact second it swings open and star walks in.

Siren POV “Our parents weren’t the best,” Echo begins, voice low and measured, as though every word is a landmine he has to step around. “They took a lot of drugs. I was abandoned, literally left in an alley when I was three. I spent the rest of my childhood in care.”“Echo, just tell me,” I interrupt, exhaustion and anger bleeding into every syllable.“I am telling you,” he answers, eyes still locked on the floor. “But I need you to hear everything first.”I look away again, arms folded tight across my chest. If he thinks a traumatic childhood is going to excuse murder, he’s got another thing coming.“I was five when I started seeing my real mother again,” he continues, voice steady but laced with something raw. “She swore she was trying to get clean, but s