All Chapters of Daddies Underground MC Club: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

326 Chapters

Chapter Thirty-One

Knox POVGhost wanders over, and I see the two of them trade glances like they’re bracing for a rant.“I’m serious,” I mutter. “What happened last night… I thought she was just a little shy. Y’know, anxious. Didn’t expect crowds. But now—” I look down at the folder again and tap my knuckles against the wood. “Now I know what really happened to her, and I’m telling you, it changes everything.”“She came back, Knox,” Echo says, shrugging like that explains it. “If she wasn’t okay with you, she wouldn’t have showed up again.”“Yeah, well, last night was the first time she’s been with anyone since it happened.” I say it flat, but it still hits like a brick.Ghost frowns. “But what about that boyfriend? Sam, right?”“I don’t fucking know,” I mutter. “Thought they were together. Thought she’d been with him. But she told me tonight, she hasn’t been with anyone in years. Since the attack.”Both of them go quiet, and I know why. That changes things. I rub my hand down my face and take another

Chapter Thirty-Two

Danielle POVWhen I step through the door, the silence is heavier than usual. I shower, towel off, and change into something comfortable, but I don’t bother with the lights as I sink onto the couch. It’s still early. I could’ve gone back with Knox. He asked. I wanted to. But I needed time to think. Space to breathe.Sam asked me if I was only here because I felt obligated to be. At the time, I brushed it off, but now I can’t shake it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe, in the beginning, I stayed because I thought I owed it to him. Because everyone told me that if I tried hard enough, I’d remember everything. That I’d feel the same way I used to. That love would come back once the pieces did.It’s been five years.And I’m not getting closer to him. I’m drifting further away with every forced conversation, every awkward kiss on the cheek, every attempt to fall back into a version of myself that no longer exists.The front door creaks open and I look over my shoulder. Sam steps inside, drops his k

Chapter Thirty-Three

Danielle POVI force myself to think. To dig back into the fog. Sam said I used to talk about my sister a lot. That I wanted to fix things. That I carried guilt for how we left things. And maybe that’s true. Even now, with no memory of why we fought, I feel it. That lingering ache of unfinished business.But would I really have just taken off and gone to see her without telling anyone? Without preparing myself?I don’t know.I don’t even know what kind of woman I was five years ago. I know the facts, sure. I have the memories. But the feeling behind them is gone. They play like clips from someone else’s life. I see myself smiling, hear myself laughing, but there’s no weight to any of it.If I was going to my sister’s, maybe she turned me away. Maybe I was walking to work after that. Maybe I was just wandering, unsure of where to go.And maybe, just maybe, I ran into the one person I should’ve feared all along.The silence in the living room stretches far longer than it should. Sam shi

Chapter Thirty-Four

Knox POVI’ve watched the video so many times I’ve got her voice echoing in my skull. I’ve gone through the file front to back and back again. Nothing lines up. None of it fits together the way it should. Every angle’s frayed at the edges like someone yanked the truth clean out and stitched in a mess of bullshit instead.She says she knew him. She doesn’t stutter or hesitate when she says it. She’s steady. Clear. She knew the bastard who did it. But the cops wrote her off because she didn’t recognize any of the voices on some neat little list of familiar men. They didn’t stop to think about the months she’s missing. Those six months she can’t remember could’ve been enough time for someone to crawl into her life and do the damage.They keep combing through her past like it’s a ledger, same people, same places, but that doesn’t account for the unknown. The bag she had with her... the location she was found... none of it matches the idea that she was just heading to work. My gut says she

Chapter Thirty-Five

Knox POVShe’s on the floor, curled against the tub, pale as death, arms wrapped tight around herself. Her whole body’s shaking like she’s freezing, but I know it’s not cold that’s doing this to her. Her eyes are wide, wild, like she’s not even here anymore.“Shit,” I whisper, moving fast.“Red,” I say again, softer this time as I lower myself to the floor in front of her.She doesn’t respond. Her arms are wrapped tight around her middle, her body rocking like she’s trying to vanish into the floor. Her breathing is all wrong, fast and sharp and ragged like she’s choking on nothing. The sobs coming from her chest are raw, broken, the kind that tear straight through you just hearing them.“Hey, baby,” I murmur, reaching out with slow hands. “I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”Her eyes flicker toward me, but they’re distant, glassed over, wide with fear. She’s not seeing me. Wherever she is in her head, it’s not this bathroom. It’s somewhere dark, somewhere cold.I shift closer and pr

Chapter Thirty-Six

Knox POVI keep her against me as I climb off the bike, one arm tight around her back and the other under her thighs. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just clings to me like she doesn’t know how to let go.Hex is waiting by the door when I step inside. She glances at Danielle, her expression shifting from mild curiosity to concern in a blink.“I left some things on your bed. She good?” Hex asks.I nod once, but I don’t answer out loud. I don’t have it in me. I carry her straight past them, through the hall and into my room. The moment the door shuts behind us, I head into the bathroom, keeping her close as I nudge the door open with my boot.I reach for the taps, twisting them until warm water pours from the showerhead, steam already fogging the mirror. Sitting on the ed

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Knox POVHours pass and I don’t sleep, not at first. I just watch her, the way her brow furrows slightly even in sleep, how her hand twitches when she shifts. Then, somewhere in the early morning, her eyes flutter open. She doesn’t speak, just looks at me with that sleepy daze like she’s unsure if I’m real or just part of a dream.And then she moves, slowly, without hesitation. She curls into me and guides my arm around her. I exhale the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and shift closer, holding her tighter, anchoring her to me. She settles, her face pressed to my chest, her legs tangled with mine, and eventually, I drift off too.When I wake again, it’s to her eyes watching me. She’s wide awake now, but I see it all in her face—the confusion, the shame, the fear. She opens her mouth like she wants to speak, but I beat her to it.“Befor

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Danielle POVIt’s strange how just hearing him say he believes me, and knowing he actually means it, eases something inside me that I did not even realize had been clenched tight for years.“Okay,” Knox says, voice calm and steady beside me, “let’s get this list made. Give me the names of people you were friends with or spent time around in the months leading up to your attack. Men and women, anyone you might have been close to.”I offer a small, tired smile and shake my head. “That’s not going to be easy, Knox. I don’t remember anything from the six months before it happened.”“Then just give me the names you do remember. Anyone who stands out, anyone you spent time with, even if it was casual.”I sigh and settle back, pulling the blanket a

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Danielle POVI don’t even think. I just reach for the nearest thing I can grab, and my hand closes around the heavy candle holder that’s always sat in the middle of the table. I hurl it with a sharp cry.It smashes straight through the window.The sound of glass shattering is so loud, so sudden, that it freezes me where I stand. I stare at the broken pane, lips parted, breath caught halfway in my chest. Somewhere below, I hear a sharp shout, and my stomach drops.I stumble toward the window and look down just as Knox steps back from the edge of the sidewalk, his head tilted up, confusion on his face.“Shit,” I mutter, sinking down to the floor beside the wall, my legs folding awkwardly beneath me.The room feels too quiet now, like it’s holding its breath. I don’t mean to cry, but the tears start falling anyway. I lea

Chapter Forty

Knox POVThe second I tossed her on the bed, I knew there was no going back. I’d been trying to be patient. I told myself she needed space, told myself she deserved time to adjust, to breathe, to feel like she had control. And I meant every word of it. But watching her crawl across the floor in those shorts, hearing her curse softly under her breath as she reached for that damn bag, knowing she was here, laughing again like she hadn’t screamed herself hoarse the night before, it pushed me over the edge.Now, with her beneath me, looking up with those wide eyes, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm, I can’t pretend I’m calm anymore. My mouth finds hers again, slower this time, coaxing her lips apart. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, her hands grip my shoulders, nails biting through the thin fabric of my shirt as she arches up into me like her whole body’s been waiting for this too.“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, voice barely audible against her lips. “If you’re not ready, tell me

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