The Lawless Biker Alpha and the Fearless Lawyer

I woke up to my alarm screaming and sunlight burning through curtains I’d forgotten to close.Shit. 8:47 AM.I was supposed to be in the office by eight-thirty, showered and professional and pretending I hadn’t spent half the night touching myself to fantasies of a criminal’s hands on my body.The shower was scalding and too brief, my hair a disaster I attacked with bobby pins and prayer. Coffee burned my tongue as I threw on the first suit I could find—navy blue, conservative, armor against the memory of hazel eyes that had seen straight through my soul.I’d dreamed about him. About Kane. Dark, vivid dreams where those scarred hands explored every inch of my skin while he whispered filthy promises in that whiskey-rough voice. I’d woken aching and empty, my fingers still slick with evidence of what I’d done while thinking about him.Pathetic didn’t begin to cover it.Patricia’s office door was already closed when I rushed past, but her assistant flagged me down with a manila folder th

I couldn’t concentrate.Three hours I’d been sitting at my kitchen table, case files spread across the surface like tarot cards predicting disaster, and all I could think about was the way Kane had said my name. Like it hurt him. Like it was something precious he wasn’t allowed to have.Be careful.The memory of his desperate plea sent heat spiraling through my core for the hundredth time today. I shifted in my chair, pressing my thighs together against the persistent ache that hadn’t left me since walking out of that courthouse.This was insane. I was a professional woman, not some lovesick teenager obsessing over her first crush. Kane Drax was my client—a criminal accused of sexual assault—and I was supposed to be preparing his defense, not fantasizing about his hands on my body.But God, the way he’d looked at me. Like I was salvation and damnation wrapped in a conservative suit.I forced myself to focus on Victoria’s statement, reading through her accusations with growing skeptici

I had just stepped out of the courthouse and made it three blocks before I noticed someone was tailing me. Kane’s warning rang in my ears: "Be careful heading home tonight. Change up your route." I glanced in my rearview mirror for the third time and spotted a black sedan lingering behind me. I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination or if I was genuinely in danger, but I wasn't about to take any chances.I quickly turned right onto Fifth Street and then took a sharp left into a parking garage. The sedan didn’t follow me in, but that didn’t reassure me. If these people were involved with Marcus Blackthorn and his dangerous underground racing world, they weren't likely to be inexperienced.Kane’s ominous words lingered in my mind, sending a wave of anxious energy through me. The way he had looked at me just before we parted—like a wild animal ready to show its true colours—left me feeling unsettled for reasons beyond just fear. I needed answers. About Marcus Blackthorn, about the

The prosecution’s star witness was falling apart on the stand, and I could taste victory in the air.“So let me understand this correctly, Ms Chen.” I approached the witness box with measured steps, my heels clicking against marble like a countdown. “You claim you saw my client force himself on Ms Ashford at approximately midnight on Friday, but your own credit card records show you made a purchase at Eclipse’s bar at 12:15 AM. From the main floor. Not the VIP section.”The woman’s face flushed red. She was young, probably paid well for her testimony, and clearly hadn’t expected anyone to dig into the details of her story.“I… the times might be approximate—”“Approximate.” I let the word hang in the courtroom air like an accusation. “Ms Chen, you’re under oath. Are you telling this court that your testimony about the exact time and location of an alleged sexual assault is… approximate?”Kane sat perfectly still at the defence table, but I could feel his attention on me like a physica

The world around us erupted into chaos, filled with the sounds of splintering wood and urgent commands. “Move! Move! Move!” Jake shouted as the Iron Fang members sprang into action, scattering like a well-rehearsed team. From the bedroom window, I could see black SUVs surrounding the clubhouse, their headlights piercing the darkness like spotlights.Kane’s hand gripped mine tightly, his strength grounding me in the midst of the turmoil. “We have to go. Now.”“I can’t go out there like this!” I waved at my outfit—just my underwear and his oversized leather jacket that barely reached my thighs.“You can and you will,” Kane insisted, pulling me toward the door with an authority that made it clear there was no room for discussion. “Unless you'd rather explain to the police why you’re here in your underwear.”The hallway buzzed with frantic energy. Iron Fang members moved swiftly, gathering important items and cleaning up quickly, showing no signs of panic—just a well-practiced evacuation