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14: Buy The Reaper’s Bride
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The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 17: Partners In Crime
RHEAI spend the rest of the day working paid overtime.I want to slouch. I want to peel myself out of this chair and lie flat on the floor until my spine forgets what responsibility feels like. Instead, I don’t. I finish notes. I sign off decks. I answer questions no one would dare ask me twice.By the time I shut down my computer, the office has thinned to ghosts and glowing screens.I’d already called Ernest, told him I’d be working late. It took more effort than it should have to convince him to go home early and see his grandkids. I can get myself home just fine. I’ve survived worse than a quiet walk.I pack my bag and lock the office.The executive elevator hums as it descends, smooth and silent. I count the floors without meaning to. Not because I’m nervous—because I’m waiting.Nothing happens.On the seventeenth floor, the doors slide open and a man steps in like he belongs there.“Rhea,” he says, offering a smile that’s practiced but not slimy. “Noah. Head of Marketing. We me
The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 16: Love-Bombed And Dumped
RHEASomething’s wrong.Not wrong in the obvious way—no disasters, no screaming, and certainly no blood. Wrong in the quiet way. The kind that makes the back of my neck itch.My landlord finally fixed the apartment. Not patched-up fixes either. Real ones. The ceiling doesn’t leak anymore, which means no more waking up every few hours to dump out a bucket like some kind of idiot. The heating works. Properly. I don’t wake up shivering anymore. And the rats—Gone.I don’t trust it.People don’t suddenly become decent for no reason. Especially not my shitty landlord who’d rather have the city mayor tear the building down than spend a penny on renovations.And then there’s Voss Atelier.Just like Damien said. Just like I already suspected but refused to believe—because believing in nice things is how you get blindsided—I got the call.Not a polite maybe.Not a we’ll be in touch.The job.Creative Director.I did celebrate. Titan insisted. Roofus even made his version of hangover soup as a
The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 15: So Many Reasons To Kill A Man
DAMIENIn my world, there are countless reasons to kill a man.The fastest, by far, is my wife.My knuckles still throb from the lesson I taught that bastard Ignacio. He’s lucky. Lucky it ended with a dislocated jaw and two black eyes. Lucky Jude dragged me off him and reminded me that killing the prick in my own club would be… inconvenient.Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.Doesn’t mean I won’t next time.I bleed off the rest of the rage and move back onto the floor. Vixen’s Kiss is alive—bass crawling up the spine, smoke hanging thick, bodies packed close and stupid with want.I take my booth.High. Shadowed. Center view.My seat.Then she moves.My Rhea.My Dot.The sight of her slams into me like a punch straight to the cock.Instant heat—thick, heavy, unstoppable. My dick hardens fast, straining against my pants. My jaw clenches tight. My pulse hammers in my throat, my ears, between my legs.Every muscle in me goes rigid, ready to claim.She’s stripped down to almost nothing. The fu
The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 14: Buy The Reaper’s Bride
DAMIEN“Damien. What a surprise.”Ignacio Velez—president of the Cilantro Group, Wendy Osborne’s uncle, and a professional nuisance—rises from his seat to greet me. The two women flanking him shift obediently, bowing their heads as they scramble to cover bare skin that was never meant to stay uncovered for long.His private room overlooks the chaos of the club below. Vixen’s Kiss in full bloom—music, bodies, hunger. Exactly how he likes it. Front-row seats to pick which unfortunate woman he’ll drag upstairs next.He offers his hand.I glance at it. Then ignore it.The Cilantro Group is a business my family can’t afford to offend. Convenient for them. Less so for me—considering the Vosses only remember I’m “family” when it benefits them. To Ignacio, though, I’m a problem. To me, he’s a thorn with deep pockets.His jaw tightens. The hand curls into a fist before he lets it fall back to his side, expression smoothing into something polite.“You’re a difficult man to get a hold of,” he sa
The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 13: How Marriage Changes A Man
DAMIENI light the cigar and watch the flame eat its way down the tip. I hate smoking. The taste, the smell, the way it clings to everything—it’s revolting.Still. It looks good on me.The men around me are screaming, bleeding, begging. A messy bunch. They thought it was a brilliant idea to cut through my territory and intercept my shipments like I wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t care.Adorable.I flick a bit of ash onto the man Bones has forced to his knees. It lands on his cheek.He hisses.I snort. “Relax. If you’d behaved, this would’ve been over by now.”I crouch in front of him, resting my forearms on my thighs, cigar dangling between my fingers. “You know what fascinates me?” I say mildly. “Every idiot who crosses me thinks he’s the exception. That I’ll wake up one day and decide to be generous.”I tap the cigar once more. Ash and a bit of ember falls. He quivers.I grin, but there’s nothing amused about it.“Bad news,” I say calmly. “I’m very consistent. Now where the hell ar
The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge 12: Let The Monster Claim Me
RHEA“Don’t tell me you’re working again!” I startle, and the needle pricks my finger. I barely flinch—just press my bleeding finger to my mouth and check Camryn’s onesie. Thank goodness, no stain.Elara yelps. “God, Aurora, you’re disgusting! You couldn’t just wash your hands?!” She scrunches her nose like she’s physically offended.I smile at her, tilting my head. “Oh, sorry! Reflex. I didn’t even think about it. Are you okay?”“And to answer your question—I wasn’t working,” I add, lifting my creation. Weeks of work went into this. Camryn’s obsessed with abstract paintings, and tomorrow’s her second birthday. I’ve stayed up all night sewing, making this happen. The onesie looks simple, but the stones and sequins are lined perfectly to match the painting she loves. Just thinking about it makes my head ache.“It’s Camryn’s birthday gift! What do you think? Pretty, right? I haven’t finished the stoning yet, and I wanted to hand-sew the stitching…” I trail off when I notice Elara’s expr
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