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In Bed With The MC President Let him
MilaJustin had cleared out the small bedroom attached to the back office and left me alone with Leo so I could finally breathe.Or at least try to.The room was cramped and dimly lit, the single overhead bulb buzzing faintly above me. Old brick walls pressed inward from every side, stained dark with decades of cigarette smoke and South Side winters. The faded quilt beneath my palms smelled like dust, worn leather, and the faint metallic scent drifting in from the garage next door.It smelled like history. Like the version of my life that existed before Richard Wylder burned everything to the ground.Leo slept peacefully in the middle of the mattress beside me, completely exhausted by the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. One tiny fist rested beside his cheek, his dark curls sticking up in every direction.I stared at him for a long moment, my chest tightening painfully.I had escaped. I had finally driven myself back to the place where everything started.But sitting there in the
In Bed With The MC President A reaper
RyanThe five-thousand-dollar Italian wool suit jacket lay crumpled in the corner of my penthouse like the corpse of another man.I hadn’t taken it off carefully. I had ripped it from my body.One violent motion. One savage rejection.Because suddenly the fabric felt poisonous against my skin.The polished corporate prince. The obedient heir. The future partner of Empire Group. That man was dead.I stood in the middle of the wreckage breathing hard, dressed in black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that felt far more honest than tailored wool ever had.My penthouse looked like a war zone.The crystal bourbon decanter lay shattered across the marble floor, amber liquid bleeding between glittering shards of glass. One of the dining chairs had been overturned hard enough to splinter its leg. Expensive artwork hung crooked on the walls after being struck by whatever I could throw without destroying the entire building.Three laptops glowed across the massive glass desk. Traffic cameras. Private
In Bed With The MC President I had to
Mila“So do you still love him?” Nobody moved. The room smelled like stale paper, motor oil, old whiskey, and the faint sting of the rye Justin had been drinking straight from the bottle. My heartbeat, which had stayed strangely calm through everything else tonight, gave one slow, painful thud against my ribs. “Ryan?” I whispered. The name felt strange now. Heavy. Sharp around the edges. For an entire year, it had become something forbidden inside my own head. A splinter buried beneath skin. Too deep to pull out. Too painful to touch. Ryan. The boy who once sat beside me on the roof of this very bar with stars reflected in his eyes and promised me the entire world. The man who had let me disappear. I lowered my gaze to my hands resting against Leo’s blanket. They weren’t shaking. But suddenly they felt unbearably heavy. “I love him,” I admitted softly. The confession sounded hollow in the cramped office. Quiet. Exhausted. Like something ancien
In Bed With The MC President Do you still love him?
MilaGunner couldn’t stop grinning.The terrifying, battle-scarred enforcer of the Midnight Reapers was completely enchanted by the tiny three-month-old currently curled inside the carrier on Justin’s desk.Leo’s miniature fingers wrapped tightly around Gunner’s scarred thumb, holding on with sleepy determination.And Gunner looked like his entire heart had just been ripped out of his chest and handed back to him.“I can’t believe this,” he kept muttering under his breath, shaking his head in stunned disbelief. “Look at him. Jesus Christ, look at him.”His rough voice cracked slightly around the words.“Wait until the boys see him,” Gunner said, a huge grin stretching across his bearded face. “Wait until—”Then he froze.The smile vanished instantly.A frantic urgency suddenly swept across his features as realization slammed into him. He carefully slid his thumb free from Leo’s grip before immediately patting down the heavy pockets of his leather cut.“Ryan,” Gunner breathed.He yanked
In Bed With The MC President Ashes
MilaThe heavy, stifling silence of the back office pressed against my eardrums. The neon sign outside buzzed with a low, erratic electrical hum, casting brief, violent flashes of red light across Justin’s exhausted face.He looked away from me, his jaw clenching as he reached for the bottle of cheap rye on his desk. He didn't pour it into a glass; he just took a long, jagged pull directly from the neck."Ryan isn't just back at the Empire Group," Justin finally rasped, lowering the bottle. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes completely dark. "He *is* the Empire Group. He put on the ten-thousand-dollar suits. He took the corner office. He completely surrendered."My chest tightened, but I didn't interrupt. I let him speak."But that's not the ugly part, Mila," Justin continued, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly whisper. He leaned across the desk, looking at me like he was about to shatter my entire reality. "I found out the truth about the night you were
In Bed With The MC President Tell me the truth
MilaI didn’t head for the freeway that led to the state line. I didn’t head for the towering glass skyscrapers where Mila’s empire breathed.Instead, I took the exit I knew by heart, the one that led toward the industrial skeletal remains of the South Side. Driving the Range Rover felt different now. It wasn’t just a lesson or a test; it was a weapon of my own making. My hands, though adrenaline was still humming.In the rearview mirror, Leo remained in a deep, peaceful sleep, his tiny form tucked safely into the backseat.Shortly, the pristine glass of the airport gave way to rusted chain-link fences, graffiti-scarred brick, and the familiar scent of damp asphalt and salt. This was the world that had rescued me from my broken life. This was the world that had fixed me and broken me all over again.I pulled the matte-black SUV onto the curb directly in front of the Midnight Reapers. The neon sign was flickering, a jagged red ‘V’ buzzing like a dying insect. The bar looked smalle
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