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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six

Author: Bee
last update publish date: 2026-10-20 21:25:50

The music in the main barroom was so loud it felt like a heavy fist beating against the walls. The bass was a deep, constant thudding sound that shook the very floorboards beneath my cherry-red leather boots. Just outside the open double doors, the air was different. It was thick and heavy, smelling of stale beer, expensive liquor, burning cigarettes, and the sharp, greasy scent of motorcycle exhaust fumes from the gravel yard. I stood frozen in the dark hallway, my fingers digging so tightly
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  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six

    The music in the main barroom was so loud it felt like a heavy fist beating against the walls. The bass was a deep, constant thudding sound that shook the very floorboards beneath my cherry-red leather boots. Just outside the open double doors, the air was different. It was thick and heavy, smelling of stale beer, expensive liquor, burning cigarettes, and the sharp, greasy scent of motorcycle exhaust fumes from the gravel yard. I stood frozen in the dark hallway, my fingers digging so tightly into the rusted metal door frame that my knuckles turned completely white. Inside that room, the wild celebration was in full swing. Hundreds of patch holders, prospects, and club girls were shouting, clinking their heavy glass mugs together, and laughing loudly. But the real danger was sitting right in the center. At the long, scratched wooden table sat the older, meaner-looking outlaws—the feared leaders of the rival clubs who had ridden into our compound for the massive shipment meeting. A

  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Five

    "Sit down right here," Medusa commanded, pointing her tattooed finger at a stool in front of a small, lighted mirror. For the next hour, Medusa completely transformed me. She worked with a quiet, intense focus, treating my face and hair like a major project. First, she plugged in a curling iron, taking my long, straight hair and twisting it into thick, wild curls that bounced around my shoulders. It gave me a raw, untamed look that I had never seen on myself before. It made me look wilder. Then came the makeup. She did not use the soft, light tones I usually wore. She grabbed a dark black eyeliner pencil and began to smudge it heavily around my eyes, creating a dark, smoking makeup look that made my gaze look sharp, fierce, and incredibly intense. She added a deep, blood-red lipstick to my lips, completely changing the appearance of my mouth until I looked like someone who did not know how to beg for mercy. "Now for the clothes," Medusa muttered, walking over to her open close

  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Four

    The heavy echo of the slammed door still vibrated through the old floorboards long after Stone had gone. I sat on the very edge of the unmade bed, my knees pulled tightly against my chest, staring blankly at the dark wood of the exit. My shoulder still throbbed where his massive fingers had dug into my skin, a physical ache that was nothing compared to the cold, burning anger twisting inside my stomach. He had not locked the door this time, but his words felt like a heavy chain anyway. He wanted me invisible. He wanted me to be the quiet, fragile girl who stayed hidden away while the real world happened downstairs. He wanted to keep me like a secret doll that only he could look at, but I was so tired of being the weak person in this compound. The anger inside me was growing bigger with every second that passed. A soft, deliberate knock on the door broke the heavy silence of the master suite. I did not move from my spot. "Go away, Stone," I called out loudly, my voice thick with

  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Three

    I nodded, sweat pouring down my face, my sore muscles screaming in protest as we repeated the basic blocks and escapes over and over again. By the time the sky outside began to turn a faint shade of grey, my body was completely exhausted, but a small spark of confidence was finally blooming inside my chest. I wasn't just a fragile doll anymore. I was learning how to strike back. Medusa stopped, wiping her brow with the back of her tattooed hand, a small nod of approval on her lips. "That's enough for today. You did good, kid. You're fast, and you actually listen." She grabbed her leather vest from a nearby crate and threw it over her shoulders. As she was walking toward the side door, she stopped and turned back to look at me. "So, what are you wearing to the big party tonight?" I blinked, completely caught off guard by the question. My face went blank. "Party? What party? I don't know anything about a party tonight." Medusa’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a look of sudden unde

  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two

    The dawn had not even broken when my eyes snapped open in the dark master bedroom. The air was freezing, and the quietness of the compound felt heavy and dangerous. Beside me, Stone was breathing in a slow, deep rhythm, one of his massive arms still thrown carelessly across my waist to hold me down even in his sleep. I carefully and slowly slid out from under his heavy limb, my breath catching in my throat as the deep ache between my thighs flared up again, reminding me of his intense touch from the day before. My body was still incredibly sore, but the fierce desire to survive was burning much hotter than any physical pain. I pulled on my simple black leggings, a dark sweatshirt, and sneakers, moving like a ghost so I wouldn't wake the sleeping giant on the bed. I slipped out of the room, shutting the heavy door quietly behind me, and hurried down the dark hallway toward the old warehouse docks at the edge of the yard. When I pushed open the creaking metal door of the warehouse,

  • The Biker’s Obsession    Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One

    I looked up at him, forcing a soft, innocent smile onto my lips, keeping my eyes completely steady so he wouldn't see the massive lie hiding behind them. "Nothing much, Stone," I lied smoothly, my voice sounding calm and relaxed. "Just reading a novel and taking a long shower to wash away the wine. I wanted to relax while you were downstairs handling club business." Stone let out a low, quiet "hmm," his dark eyes narrowing slightly as if he were trying to read the very thoughts inside my brain. He looked at the paperback book in my hands, then down at the clean, fresh skin of my neck. For a terrifying second, my breath caught in my throat, wondering if Jax had been right about outlaws smelling fear like wolves. But Stone didn't see through my mask. He just let out a long, heavy breath, the tension leaving his massive frame as he leaned down further, pressing his forehead against mine. "You are my life, Tessa," he murmured roughly, his hot breath hitting my lips, sending a famili

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