ログインA Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.
もっと見るThe morning of the wedding felt nothing like I expected. I had imagined nerves. Shaking hands. A stomach that flipped every five seconds. Maybe a rush of panic that made me question every choice that had carried me here. But when sunlight poured through the loft windows and warmed the side of my face, I woke with nothing except a quiet stillness settling into my bones.It felt like standing at the center of a bridge I had been walking toward my entire life.Torin was not beside me. His side of the bed was rumpled and warm, the pillow still carrying the shape of his head. A small folded note sat near my hand.Went to the house early to help set up. I did not want to wake you. I love you. Come when you are ready.I smiled at it like a fool. My heart kicked in a steady, certain rhythm. No cold clamps of fear. No shadows creeping along the edges of my mind. Just warmth blooming outward from the center of my chest.Jess and Tannin were already in the kitchen when I stepped out. Jess had a
The rest of the day passed in that strange, weightless way where everything felt louder and softer at the same time. Like someone had peeled back a layer of silence I didn’t even know I’d been living under.The note and the photo stayed on the counter beside my sketchbook. No one touched them without asking. No one hovered. The space around them felt sacred. Untidy but important.Torin made lunch even though Rook swore he wasn’t hungry and then ate half the pan himself. Tannin complained about needing more sleep and then stayed awake for five more hours just to make sure Reif didn’t disappear on us again. Jess came and went, muttering about paperwork and police incompetence and how none of us better call him past midnight unless someone was literally bleeding. Reif hovered in the corner like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to belong here but wanted to anyway.Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the loft, turning everything honey-gold. I sat on the floor by the coffee table with my
I must have stood on that balcony for nearly ten minutes before I trusted my legs to move again. The city noise drifted up in warm, steady waves. Car horns. Music from two blocks over. Laughter echoing faintly between buildings. It all felt strangely normal considering something inside me had just shifted in a way I could not name yet.Torin stayed behind me without crowding me. His chest brushed my back now and then when he breathed. His hands rested lightly on my hips as though he wanted to hold me tight but knew I needed space too.“You sure you want to go back inside?” he asked.“Yeah,” I whispered. “I don’t want to hide out here all day.”He kissed the back of my shoulder. “I’m here.”That was enough to get my feet moving.When I stepped inside, the loft felt different. Not bad. Just… heavier in a way that meant everyone in the room knew something had cracked open. Jess stood near the counter wiping crumbs off the surface, a pointless task since there had been no crumbs to begin
The day felt like it wanted to split itself in half. One part humming with the quiet joy of planning a wedding I never thought I would get to have. The other part carrying the heavy shadow of that letter. The handwriting. The truth wrapped inside it like a fuse waiting for a match.Skye wasn’t the only one trying to keep you apart. The words haunted the edges of every moment.I tried to focus on the stack of fabric swatches spread across the table. Jess had found the box tucked behind the bar’s old storage closet. Silk in soft blues. Lace in creamy ivory. A darker piece in a deep wine color that Tannin kept insisting would “look lethal on me in the best possible way”. But every so often my gaze drifted toward the folded letter resting beside my elbow. Torin noticed. He always noticed.He brushed his hand along my back as he passed behind me, his touch slow and grounding. “You want to take a break?” he asked softly.I shook my head. “If I stop, I’ll just start thinking again.”“You ar
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