Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy
He wasn’t supposed to notice her.
She wasn’t supposed to want him.
And her daughter definitely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him first.
“He’s not just dangerous,” she whispers to herself . “He’s the kind of man who ruins your life slowly… and makes you thank him for it.”
He rides loud.
He loves hard.
And once he wants something, he doesn’t let go.
“You don’t get to look at me like that,” she tells him.
His smile is slow. Predatory. Certain.
“I already did,” he says. “And now you’re mine.”
She’s a single mother barely holding it together.
He’s a biker king with blood on his hands and loyalty carved into his bones.
Their worlds should never touch.
But they collide anyway.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing to me?” he growls.
Her back hits the wall. His body cages her in.
“You think I’d touch you if I didn’t plan to keep you?”
This isn’t a sweet romance.
It’s raw. Possessive. Unforgiving.
The kind of love that marks you.
“Mummy,” her daughter says softly, holding his hand.
“Can he stay forever?”
He shouldn’t want them.
But the idea of leaving them hurts worse than any knife.
“I don’t share,” he tells her in the dark.
“Not my bike. Not my club. And definitely not my woman.”
One kiss turns into hunger.
One night turns into obsession.
And one choice could burn everything down.
“If you climb on my bike,” he warns, voice low and lethal,
“you don’t get off unchanged.”
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Chapter: Chapter Seven I Shouldn’t Have Answered Mara I told myself the reason my hands were shaking had nothing to do with him. It was the bills folded inside my purse. The daycare reminder. Evan’s name lighting up my phone twice that afternoon and me letting it ring both times. It was exhaustion layered over fear layered over the kind of loneliness that crept in when the apartment went quiet and stayed that way. That was all. It had nothing to do with the biker. So when I saw his bike outside The Iron Halo again, parked at the curb like it had always belonged there, my chest tightening was purely coincidence. Purely. I almost kept walking. I should have. Lily was asleep at a friend’s place down the block, sprawled across her couch with a cartoon still playing to an empty room. My friend had offered dinner and a sleepover, and I had said yes too quickly, relief making me careless. Careless enough to walk back toward the bar instead of away from it. The door swung open before I could c
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Chapter: Chapter Six She Looked Tired, Not Weak Cole I noticed her because she didn’t flinch. Most people did. They saw the bike first.the tattoos then the leather. The weight of the thing I carried without meaning to. Men get scared. Women pretended not to look, then looked anyway. Fear had a smell to it. Curiosity did too. She had neither. She stood at the pump like she belonged there, one hand braced on the handle, the other resting loosely at her side. Not defensive. Not careless. Just… present. Like the world hadn’t trained her to shrink yet, even if it had tried. She looked tired. Not weak. That was the difference. I told myself to finish filling the tank and leave. I had no reason to be standing in a gas station ten minutes out of my way except that the road had gone quiet in my head and I didn’t like that feeling. Quiet made room for memories. Quiet made space for ghosts. She glanced at me then. Not startled. Just aware. Dark eyes. Sharp. The kind that had learned to read rooms fast and trust slowly.
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Chapter: Chapter Five The Man at the Gas Station Mara Lily was six, which meant she noticed everything and pretended she didn’t. She knew which days I counted pennies at the counter before paying. She knew when my smile was for her and when it was borrowed. She knew the difference between being late because of traffic and being late because you sat in the car and tried to breathe through something that felt too tight in your chest. That afternoon, she buckled herself in without being asked and asked if we could stop for snacks on the way home. “Just one thing,” she said. “I promise.” I said yes because she’d already had enough no’s in her short life. The gas station sat on the corner of a road I didn’t usually take. I pulled in because the fuel light was on and because changing routines felt dangerous lately. Predictability was safer. Familiar. But the pump closest to the entrance was open, and I took it without thinking. The air smelled like gasoline and hot pavement. Lily leaned forward in her seat, pressing
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Chapter: Chapter Four Lily Hears Everything Lily Mommy thinks I’m asleep a lot. I don’t tell her when I’m not. The house makes different sounds at night. I know which ones mean nothing and which ones mean I should listen. The fridge makes noise, the pipes squeak The floor creaks when Mommy walks slower than usual. Last night, she walked slow. I was on my side with Mr. Bear tucked under my chin when I heard her stop in the hallway. She didn’t come in. She just stood there for a little while. I kept my eyes closed because when grown-ups think you’re sleeping, they don’t ask questions. I heard her breathe. In and out. Like she was counting. Then she went to her room. I waited until the house went quiet again before I opened my eyes. I don’t like when Mommy is inside quiet. That kind of quiet feels different. It makes the air heavy. Like when it’s about to rain but doesn’t. In the morning, Mommy woke me up like she always does. Soft voice. Gentle hands. Same routine. But her eyes looked tired, and th
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Chapter: Chapter Three I Didn’t Yell Mara The next morning didn’t feel like a new day. It felt like a continuation of the same one, stretched thin and unforgiving. I woke before my alarm, my body already tense, my mind already busy cataloging what needed to be done. Lily’s door was closed, the soft glow of her nightlight visible beneath it. I stood in the hallway for a moment, listening. Her breathing was steady. That mattered. I showered quickly, letting the water run hotter than usual, trying to burn off the tightness clinging to my shoulders. When I looked at myself in the mirror afterward, my face seemed flatter, drained of something essential. I didn’t linger. There was no point in studying damage I already knew was there. Breakfast was quieter than the day before. Lily ate her cereal and asked if she could wear her favorite sneakers again. I said yes even though they didn’t match. Some battles weren’t worth fighting. On the drive to school, she talked about nothing important. A cartoon she liked. A
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Chapter: Chapter Two The Woman He Chose Mara I didn’t sleep. Not even for a few minutes. Every time my body tried to drift, my mind snapped awake again, sharp and alert, like it was waiting for something else to go wrong. The house felt different after they left. Too quiet. Like it was holding its breath. Lily slept curled against my side, her hair spread across the pillow, her crown tossed carelessly onto the nightstand. She hadn’t cried when Evan and Vanessa walked out. She hadn’t asked many questions either. That worried me more than if she’d screamed or thrown a fit. Kids processed things in pieces. Quiet ones. The kind that came back later. I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene over and over again. Evan in my kitchen. Vanessa leaning against my counter. The balloons bobbing by the window like they were celebrating something. I kept thinking about how comfortable Vanessa looked. Not nervous. Not apologetic. Comfortable. Like she’d already decided where she fit in the story
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