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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 cold
RomeoThe Porsche’s cabin was a masterpiece of engineered silence.No vibration. No engine growl. No city noise bleeding through the reinforced glass. Just the low ambient hum of a machine so expensive it could imitate peace.I stared at the illuminated screen of my phone for a long, motionless moment after the message sent.Sleep well, Irene.The dashboard glow reflected faintly against the window beside me, catching the sharp edge of my own expression. By every logical metric, I should have been reviewing surgical charts inside Saint Romano Hospital or enduring another insufferable gala with the hospital board.Instead, I was parked illegally in a narrow alleyway behind the media district, functioning as a highly lethal security system for an overworked administrative assistant with chronic insomnia and terrible taste in instant coffee.I locked the phone.The screen went black.I slipped it carefully into the inner pocket of my suit jacket.My pulse remained perfectly steady. Sixty
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
In Bed With The MC President Mine
MilaThe two-hour flight to New York felt like one endless suspended breath.I sat curled into the leather seat of the private jet, staring blankly through the oval window as the sprawling maze of Manhattan slowly emerged beneath the clouds.The city glittered against the dark water like shattered glass, sharp and alive and impossibly far away from the quiet war happening inside my chest.The cabin around us remained completely silent.Aaron sat across the aisle with a thick syndicate file open in his hands, his attention fixed firmly on pages of logistics, numbers, and security reports.He hadn’t spoken a single word since we left the bedroom in Chicago. Not one.He was giving me exactly what he promised.Space.But the tension radiating from his body soaked the entire cabin like electricity trapped beneath the walls.His massive body looked rigid beneath the black dress shirt stretched over his shoulders. His jaw was locked so hard it looked painful.It felt like watching a man forc
In Bed With The MC President The keys
MilaSeven days had passed since the afternoon on the coastal cliffs.A week of driving perfectly. A week of watching Leo laugh in the sunlit solarium.In the week, Aaron hadn't pushed. He hadn't demanded anything. He had simply given me the space to realize that the cage door had been wide open this entire time.I stood in the center of the opulent guest bedroom, staring down at the single leather duffel bag resting at the foot of the bed. Next to it, Leo was sleeping soundly in his travel carrier, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful, rhythmic slumber."Are you ready to go?"Aaron’s deep voice sent a familiar, violent shiver straight down my spine.I turned around. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over a crisp, dark button-down shirt."I think so." I murmured, my hands smoothing nervously down the sides of my jeans. "Is the jet fueled?"Aaron nodded slowly, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. "It is. But before we head to the airst
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