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42. THE NIGHT WE DON'T DISCUSS

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Zara's POV

Damon's question changed the atmosphere in the kitchen so completely that I found myself looking at him for several seconds without answering.

Four years ago.

There were plenty of memories I could have shared with him, but the night he was asking about was one I had spent a long time trying not to think about. It wasn't simply an embarrassing memory of drinking too much or making a decision I regretted. There were parts of that night I couldn't account for, moments that seemed to dis
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  • The Biker King's Black Widow    42. THE NIGHT WE DON'T DISCUSS

    Zara's POVDamon's question changed the atmosphere in the kitchen so completely that I found myself looking at him for several seconds without answering.Four years ago.There were plenty of memories I could have shared with him, but the night he was asking about was one I had spent a long time trying not to think about. It wasn't simply an embarrassing memory of drinking too much or making a decision I regretted. There were parts of that night I couldn't account for, moments that seemed to disappear whenever I tried to put them in the right order, and a morning I remembered far more clearly than the hours that had come before it.I had never told anyone the whole story. Not Victor, not Arabella, and certainly not my parents.Damon watched me, his expression patient, although I could tell he wasn't going to let me change the subject easily."You're asking about the night I woke up in that hotel?" I finally said."Yes."I wrapped both hands around my coffee cup, needing something to oc

  • The Biker King's Black Widow    41. THE WOMAN BEHIND THE MASK

    Zara's POVI woke up the following morning with the uncomfortable feeling that I hadn't slept nearly enough, although the reason had very little to do with the injuries I had brought home from the clubhouse. My arm was sore, my knuckles were bruised, and Valentina's warning about keeping the wound clean had already become an irritation, but none of that had kept my thoughts occupied quite as thoroughly as Damon's refusal to answer my question.He had walked away from me the previous night, leaving me wondering whether I had pushed him too far or whether he simply didn't know what he wanted from me. I hadn't followed him downstairs, and when I eventually came out of the bedroom, he was nowhere in sight. His side of the bed remained untouched, which suggested he had either slept elsewhere or hadn't gone to bed at all.I was halfway through making coffee when I heard him enter the kitchen.He looked as though he had been awake for hours, wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans, his hair s

  • The Biker King's Black Widow    40. WHAT AM I?

    Zara's POVDamon's words followed me all the way home.You're not just my wife anymore.He had said them with such certainty, looking directly into my eyes as though he had finally reached a point where keeping his feelings to himself was no longer possible. Yet when I had waited for him to explain what he meant, he had simply helped me onto his motorcycle and driven us home without offering another word.Now, standing in the bedroom while he removed his jacket, I found myself becoming increasingly irritated by the silence.I had spent most of the journey holding on to him, my cheek occasionally brushing against his back whenever he slowed down, and I couldn't deny that being close to him had felt different after everything that had happened at the clubhouse. I had seen what the thought of losing me had done to him, and I had heard the fear in his voice when he admitted that he had believed he might find me dead.Those words had stayed with me, but so had the ones he had used before w

  • The Biker King's Black Widow    39. HIS WIFE

    Zara's POVDamon didn't wait for my answer.His eyes moved over the cut on my forearm, the bruising beginning to form across my knuckles and the blood on the front of my shirt before returning to my face. His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see the muscle working beneath his skin, and although I had seen him angry plenty of times, there was something different about the way he was looking at me now."Are you hurt anywhere else?" he demanded."I'm fine.""That wasn't what I asked."I glanced towards Valentina, who was packing away the supplies she had used to dress my arm. She looked between us and wisely decided that she had no intention of becoming involved."She's got a cut on her forearm and some bruising," she told him. "I've cleaned the wound. She needs to keep it covered, and I'll check it again later."Damon barely acknowledged her words. His attention remained fixed on me, and when he reached for my injured arm, I instinctively pulled it closer to my body."Careful. I

  • The Biker King's Black Widow    38. THE ATTACK

    Zara's POVDamon didn't kiss me goodbye when he left, although his hand lingered against my cheek for a moment before he stepped away. He had already made it clear that whatever was happening required his attention, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn't expecting a quick trip to the clubhouse or a routine meeting with the men.I followed him to the front door, watching as he checked his phone once more before slipping his keys into his pocket."You're seriously going to leave me with nothing more than a list of instructions?" I asked, leaning against the doorway.His mouth curved faintly. "Would you prefer a written report?""I'd prefer to know what's going on.""I'll tell you when I know more." He looked at me carefully. "Stay at home tonight, Zara. Don't go looking for trouble.""Trouble usually has a habit of finding me.""That's exactly what concerns me."I rolled my eyes, but he stepped closer and lowered his voice. "I'm not joking, Little Dove. If something feels wrong, you

  • The Biker King's Black Widow    37. THE MAN I MARRIED

    Zara's POVI wasn't sure what Damon expected me to say after my answer, and perhaps he wasn't sure either, because he didn't try to turn the conversation into something it wasn't. He simply held my hand for another moment before releasing it, then returned to his coffee as though we hadn't just crossed into territory neither of us had been particularly eager to explore.But something had changed between us.I couldn't put a name to it, and I wasn't about to start making assumptions about what my answer meant to him, yet I found myself watching him more closely as the morning went on. There was a side of Damon I had spent most of our marriage overlooking because it was easier to focus on the arrogant biker who seemed to believe the world should move according to his instructions. I knew how he could be when he was irritated, how quickly he could become intimidating when someone challenged him, and how stubbornly he held on to control, but those things didn't tell me everything about th

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