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Chapter Eighty Eight
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2026-08-30 03:01:06
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The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Eight
"He’s not staying in the main house, Tessa," Jax said softly, his tone dropping into a lower, more serious register as he leaned over the bar toward me. He raised a large, tattooed arm, his finger pointing toward a heavy steel door at the very end of the back hallway, a section of the compound that was completely separated from the rest of the rooms. "He pulled his gear out of the upper suite the night he brought you back. He’s down at the end of that corridor, in the old corner bedroom by the private garage. It’s completely isolated from the rest of the club. Nobody goes down there when he’s in this kind of mood." "Thank you," I whispered, not wasting another second. I turned and walked away from the bar, my heart pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing through my ears as I hurried down the long, dim corridor Jax had pointed out. The air down here felt cooler, crisper, completely devoid of the rowdy energy of the main clubhouse. The concrete walls were thick, muff
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Seven
By the seventh afternoon, the psychological torment of the quiet became too much for my soul to take. The depression had settled so deep into my core that I felt like a ghost walking around the large bedroom, my skin pale, my eyes hollow, and my mind completely slipping away. I couldn't take the rejection anymore. I couldn't sit on the edge of the bed for another second, watching the gray clouds pass over the window while my body literally screamed for the raw, dirty intensity of the man who had broken me down. The fear of his anger, the guilt over my escape, the pride that had once kept my mouth clamped shut in total silence—all of it completely evaporated, burned away by the sheer, primitive need to feel his heavy hands on my flesh again. I needed to know if I was still his territory. I needed to know if his dark eyes still sparked with that dangerous, volatile passion whenever I entered his space. I stood up from the bed, my knees shaking slightly, but my mind suddenly fill
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Six
An entire week had bled away since the terrifying night at the cabin, and the silence in the upper hallway of the clubhouse had turned into a heavy, suffocating prison of its own. Seven endless days and seven freezing nights had passed, and Stone Callahan had not stepped foot inside my bedroom a single time. He had completely vanished from my life, leaving me trapped inside the beautiful, quiet room where the clean cotton sheets and the soft lavender scent felt like a mocking reminder of everything I had broken. The heavy brass deadbolt on the outside of the oak door was no longer turned, the door was unlocked, and I was entirely free to walk around the upper floor, but the invisible walls around my soul felt thicker than the concrete barriers surrounding the compound. I spent the first few days of that agonizing week floating in a dark, hollow cloud of pure depression. My body was healing from the physical toll of the starvation and the rough handling at the cabin, thanks to
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Five
"Oh, thank god, you're finally awake," Relax said, her voice incredibly soft and gentle as she walked over and set the heavy tray down on the wooden bedside table. She sat down carefully on the very edge of the mattress, looking down at my pale face with deep, genuine sorrow in her eyes. "Tessa, I am so, so incredibly sorry. I feel like this is all my fault." I blinked at her, my voice sounding cracked and dry when I tried to speak. "Your fault? Relax, what are you talking about?" "I should have been watching you closer," she whispered, her eyes turning shiny with unshed tears as she reached out and gently patted the blanket over my knees. "When Stone told me to take care of you, I should have known you were losing your mind with worry. I should have realized how desperate you were to get out of here. If I hadn't been so distracted with the club business, you wouldn't have run off into those woods alone, and that disgusting piece of trash Tyler would have never gotten his
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Four
The heavy, dark rumble of Stone’s motorcycle engine cut through the black night like a wild animal as we drove away from the wooden cabin. I was wrapped tightly in Stone’s massive, thick leather jacket, which smelled deeply of gasoline, old rain, and his own warm, heavy scent. My body was completely numb, my mind drifting in a dark, empty cloud as the cool night wind whipped against my face. I didn't look back at the cabin. I didn't want to think about Tyler, or the tearing of my clothes, or the terrifying look of pure slaughter that had crossed Stone’s face before he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out into the dark. Every single muscle in my body felt like fluid, entirely drained of life, and before the motorcycle even reached the main highway, my eyes rolled back and I let the heavy darkness take me over completely. When the world finally started to come back to me, it came in small, quiet pieces. I didn't hear the roar of a motorcycle or the sound of tearing fabr
The Biker’s Obsession Chapter Eighty Three
"I've been waiting for this for months, Tessa," Tyler snarled softly, his face turning dark with a sudden, vicious entitlement. He didn't care about my weakness; he was taking total advantage of the fact that I was completely helpless and cut off from the rest of the world. "You owe me this. I risked my life driving past that compound for you. I'm the one who's keeping you safe from that monster." He threw his heavy body across my lap, pinning my thighs down against the cushions of the couch. Before I could even scream, his hands flew to the collar of my heavy sweater, his fingers digging into the wool. With a sudden, violent jerk, he tore the fabric right down the center, the loud sound of ripping cloth echoing brutally through the quiet cabin. The cool air of the room hit my chest, leaving me exposed in just my underwear beneath his heavy weight. "No! Stop it, Tyler! Let go of me!" I screamed out, a sudden spike of pure panic trying to force my muscles to move. I twisted
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