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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 17.03.2026 16:01:50

Ryan

My mind raced, violently pulling in two completely opposite directions.

The Midnight Reapers were my blood. I had built that club from the ground up. The thought of the Skulls running our trucks off the road and disrespecting our territory made a lethal, familiar rage spike in my chest.

A darker part of me wanted to rip off this expensive suit, pull my cut back on, and remind the streets why they used to fear the dark.

But then the image of Mila flashed in my mind. Mila, standing in that
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  • In Bed With The MC President   Love isn't enough

    MilaI stared down at him. He was kneeling on the floor of his own club.He looked completely wrecked. The scars from his violent past standing out against his skin under the glare of the desk lamp. His knuckles were bruised black and blue, the sign of the violence he had committed just hours ago.He was right. He was in the mud.And seeing him like this, completely surrendered, utterly terrified of losing me… tore my heart entirely down the middle.A violent tremor shook my entire body. Fresh, hot tears spilled over my lower lashes, tracking slowly down my frozen cheeks.I didn't want him on his knees. I never wanted him to break."Ryan." I sobbed.I took a trembling step forward. I wanted to drop to my knees right there beside him. Every instinct, every cell in my body, was screaming at me to close the distance, to bury my face in his neck, to hold him until the terror in his eyes finally faded.But my feet refused to move."You still don't understand." My voice was shaking so badl

  • In Bed With The MC President   Terrified

    Ryan“… I was fighting myself. But looks like I did it all for nothing..."A agonizing pause stretched through the air. My chest tightened so painfully I could barely stand."You know what I have went through, Justin." She continued. Every word drove a knife straight through my heart. "My last marriage almost killed me. Yeah, Ryan didn't hurt me… physically but didn't he do the same thing I tried so hard to escape from? The manipulations, the lies, keeping me in the dark."I stopped breathing. The blood roared in my ears, completely drowning out the noise of the clubhouse.Caleb. She was comparing me to Caleb. The abusive monster I had ripped her away from. The man who had locked her in a cage and broken her spirit. I had spent every waking moment trying to prove I was nothing like him, trying to build a safe haven for her and my own lies had just put her right back in that headspace."Justin… I… I feel like I am back in Caleb’s cage again." Mila sobbed softly. The sound alone physic

  • In Bed With The MC President   Her voice

    RyanI took the final corner leading to the southside industrial district so fast the Porsche's tires screamed in violent protest, the rear end fishtailing over the cracked asphalt before I forced it back into a straight line.My heart was hammering against my ribs like a sledgehammer. My eyes scanned the dark, gritty streets until the high chain-link fences of the Midnight Reapers compound finally came into view.And right there, parked directly across the street from the main gates, was my matte-black armored SUV.I slammed my foot on the brake pedal. The silver sports car screeched to a halt mere inches from the SUV’s rear bumper. I didn't even bother turning the engine off. I threw open the driver's door and vaulted out into the freezing night air.Aaron was leaning casually against the hood of my SUV. He was still holding his ceramic mug of coffee, looking completely unbothered by the fact that he was surrounded by hostile gang territory at four in the morning."What the fuck did

  • In Bed With The MC President   Afraid of losing

    MilaJustin looked entirely paralyzed as his bloodshot eyes darted from my pale face down to the oversized, familiar black hoodie I was drowning in."Mila…" Justin breathed out and instantly stood up, pushing his chair back. "What the hell are you doing here? It's four in the morning. Where is Ryan?"I didn't answer him. I stepped fully into the dimly lit office and click the door shut behind me.Then I looked at the scattered ledgers on his desk. I looked at the dark grease staining his knuckles."Mila, talk to me.” Justin demanded softly, stepping around the desk. His hands were raised slightly in a placating gesture, like he was trying to calm a startled animal. "Why are you out here? Is it the baby? Did something happen to…"I shook my head and stepped away from him. "The dirt is packed tight?" I quoted the exact words he texted him. "Feral dogs won't find the body?"Hearing what I said, all the color completely vanished from Justin's face. He stared at me in pure terror. He knew

  • In Bed With The MC President   Where is Mila?

    RyanThe cold woke me first.Though my mind was still clouded with sleep, I swept my hand across the expanse of the king-sized mattress, expecting to pull Mila’s warm, soft body back against my chest.I expected the familiar scent of vanilla and the gentle curve of her pregnant belly pressing into my side.Instead, my knuckles brushed against smooth silk.She wasn't there.My eyes snapped open. The velvet curtains were still drawn, keeping the massive suite in total darkness. But there was no else except for me."Mila?" I murmured.The only response was Silence.I pushed myself up onto my elbows. The bathroom door was wide open, completely pitch black inside. She wasn't in there.A sharp prickle of unease crawled up the back of my neck. The instincts I had spent the last week actively trying to bury… instantly flared to life. I threw the duvet off my legs and swung my feet over the bed.My bare heel came down on something hard resting on the floor.The phone.Without wasting a second

  • In Bed With The MC President   Looking for your brother

    MilaI held my breath. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to push him away, to remind him that I was Ryan's wife, that I was carrying his nephew. But I felt strengthless. He shifted his weight, leaning just a fraction of an inch closer. "You are shaking." Aaron murmured."I am cold." I breathed out, the lie sounding pathetic even to my own ears.Aaron’s eyes flicked back up to mine. The corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk that made my pulse completely skyrocket. Slowly, he lifted his right hand. He didn't touch my face. I knew he wouldn't cross that absolute line but his long fingers caught the oversized hood of Ryan's sweatshirt where it was slipping off my shoulder.With agonizing care, he pulled the fabric up, tucking it securely around my neck to shield me from the cold. His knuckles brushed against my pulse point, right where my heart was furiously beating against my skin.He held his hand there for three long seconds and then inhaled sharply, pulling his hand away

  • In Bed With The MC President   Attempted murder

    MilaFrom the moment Reaper left, I was still frozen, just staring at the stupid door.My skin still tingled where he had touched me. My thighs still felt shaky, remembering the pressure of his hand.And my stomach, ugh, my stomach was just a mess all achy and empty. It felt like my own body was sta

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  • In Bed With The MC President   You found it

    ReaperI watched her walk away.The black silk rippled down her body like spilled ink, exposing her curves and the dangerous sway of her hips.“Before the morning you fucked me.”Her words kept ringing in my head.She had said it. She had thrown it in my face with a smirk.A week ago, she was a wee

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  • In Bed With The MC President   Before the morning

    MilaThe tequila dripped from the toe of her heel, pooling on the floor.The entire club went silent. Then, Cathy screamed as expected.“You bitch!”Her face twisted from shock into ugly, feral rage. She didn't think. She didn't look at Reaper or people staring. She just reacted. Her hand flew up,

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  • In Bed With The MC President   Just aching

    Havoc The music downstairs had cut out, replaced by a confused murmur from the crowd. I was halfway up the stairs, taking them two at a time, my hand resting on the knife sheathed at my hip. I had heard the screaming. And I immediately knew it was a club whore. Cathy. Gunner trudged her past th

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