Semua Bab Daddies Underground MC Club: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Knox POVThe ride back to the compound is dead quiet, just the hum of the bike and the weight in my gut. But as soon as I roll through the gates, I don’t waste time. I head straight inside and spot Glitch leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped around a soda like always.“Need your skills,” I tell him without stopping.He raises a brow but pushes off the bar and follows me into the church room. Echo, Ghost, and a few of the others fall in step behind us like bloodhounds catching the scent of something. Of course, it can’t just be a me thing. Nothing ever stays quiet in this place.Glitch drops into his chair and taps at the keyboard, the screens lighting up in front of him. “What am I looking for?” he asks.“You able to pull news reports? Old ones?”He chuckles, half insulted. “Since when do you care about that kind of shit?”I shoot him a look. “Just answer the question. Can you or not?”“Yeah, I can. I’ll need a date though.”“November 8th, five years ago.”He nods and starts typi

Danielle POVThe second I step outside, I feel the familiar hum settle into my chest. I stay near the doorway, not quite brave enough to step out into the night completely, but not ready to turn back either.A few minutes pass before I hear it, that low, rumbling growl of a motorcycle engine slicing through the quiet.Knox is here. And somehow, that thought steadies me more than anything else has in a long damn time.The deep rumble of his engine cuts through the quiet like a promise, growing louder as he turns onto my street. The headlight casts a pale glow along the curb, and then he’s there, pulling up like something out of a fever dream. He kills the engine, swings one leg over the bike, and climbs off with that lazy, dangerous kind of confidence that makes my stomach twist.He doesn’t say a word as he walks up to me. His eyes drag over me from head to toe like he’s memorizing everything I’m wearing, every inch of skin I’ve left exposed for him. His hands go straight to my waist,

Knox POVTonight’s been one hell of a ride. I got slapped, yeah, that happened. First time in my life. In my defense, she distracted the fuck outta me. I always say please. Always. But Red? She had me so turned around I forgot my own damn manners.Glitch got it worse, though. Took Hex out back for a quick fuck, strutted back in lookin’ like he’d just won the lottery, then forgot to say please when he asked for a drink. That slap? Brutal. I think Hex left a handprint on his cheek. Then he had the balls to call her a raging bitch. That earned him another one, harder. Before anyone could blink, he was dragging her back out of the club like a man on a mission, half her clothes already off. Their relationship? It’s a damn explosion waiting to happen. Every time.Red’s still behind the bar, talking with Stacey, laughing like she hasn’t a single worry in the world. I know better. She messaged me earlier, said she needed a ride, and I didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t stop to think. Just got on th

Danielle POVI didn’t mean to hit Echo that hard. It just sort of happened. It was the way he looked at me, that taunting grin like he thought I wouldn’t do it, like he was daring me. His words were bait, and Knox’s stare didn’t help either. The way he looked at me like he expected me to back out? Yeah, that lit a fuse. My hand moved before I even thought twice.And now Knox is being weird as hell. Hot and cold. One second he’s close, the next he’s acting like I’m the last person he wants to be around. Then Echo kissed me and Knox lost his damn mind.“We’re done. They can pour their own damn drinks now,” Hex says, handing me a fresh glass before climbing up to sit on the bar.I stare at the drink in my hand, then back at her. “I should probably apologise to Echo…”Hex lets out a sharp laugh. “No the fuck you shouldn’t.”I blink at her, confused. “I slapped him hard, Hex.”She grins wide. “Exactly. And it was perfect. You saw the look in his eyes, didn’t you? That wasn’t anger or surpr

Knox POVShe’s wild underneath it all. Beneath the fear and the panic, under the weight of everything that’s been done to her, there’s this fucking fire. She doesn’t even know it’s there yet, but I do. It’s in the way she swings, the way she talks back, the way she holds eye contact just a second longer than she thinks she can. That shit’s not weak. That’s strength waiting to rise, and I’ll be the one to help her see it.Starting tomorrow, I know she’s gonna ask me for a ride. It’s not just a ride, though. It’s a step. One more toward owning herself again. And I’ve got plans, bigger ones than she knows. Plans to show her she’s not just welcome around us but that she belongs.I’m so caught up in my thoughts I don’t even feel her shift until her hand’s suddenly on my cock.My eyes snap down, and fuck, it’s like the whole damn world stops.I told myself I wouldn’t do this. Not yet. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I didn’t want her to think that’s all I was around for. I wanted