Semua Bab The Biker's Rules: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Date = 13 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Grimm house) Of course I end up at his mother’s.POV - MelaenaAfter a few hundred strides, my hormone levels finally start to level out. My lungs burn less, my heartbeat eases from jackhammer to drumbeat, and I become aware that my feet are no longer pounding sand but striking something firmer.I’m hitting some forest. I slow to a walk.A narrow, weathered path stretches ahead of me, designated and well-worn. Relief trickles in. I stick to it immediately — getting lost out here would be the cherry on top of this spectacular emotional implosion.Because, really. I touched … it.And it was hard. And — if gossip is to be believed — it’s the biggest on the track. And it moved.Then I broke it with my knee.I groan softly and drag a hand down my face.Idiot.To keep from spiraling again, I force myself to actually look around.The forest is breathtaking. Sunlight fights its way through the dense green canopy above, breaking through in scattered be

Date = 14 November The date and time.Place = San Francisco (Monarch Street, Alameda) And the place. Scribbled on the paper in Mel’s hand.POV - DamionIt’s around 10 pm.We roll down the quiet little street to the meet-up point — to meet Scarface. Mel’s nickname for Harry fits a little too well, honestly.He’s picked his spot carefully. Remote. Dark. The kind of place where sound feels like it travels too far and too fast. No houses. No witnesses. Just shadows and bad intentions.Unfortunately for him, remote and dark are basically our natural habitat.Places like this are the San Francisco Boys’ hot spots. If you want to launch yourself off something illegal, dangerous, or questionably insured — and film it — you need dim, forgotten corners off the beaten track. We know most of them around the bay.Like this little gem.We use it to prep high-risk performances — good sightlines, forgiving proportions, and just enough atmosphere to make viewers comment things like ‘holy shit’ and ‘a

Date = 16 November Two long days of testing out our new bikes done and dusted.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Race track)POV - DamionI wake up feeling compressed, pinned down, like someone’s thrown a sandbag over my legs. I try to move and … nothing.I open my eyes and stare straight at the problem.What the hell? There’s a body draped across my thighs. Warm. Bare. Definitely female. Definitely topless.“Holy fucking shit!” I jolt upright on instinct. The sudden movement sends the girl tumbling off me. She hits the floor with a dull thud and lets out a soft, groggy moan.I sit there for a second, heart hammering, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling like it might explain what just happened.What. The. Fuck.I pinch the inside of my arm, hard. Pain flares. Not a dream.There is a girl … who is not Mel … in my house … wearing nothing but panties.My eyes betray me, flicking down despite myself. Bare breasts. Smooth skin. A body most guys would be thanking the universe for. I

Date = 16 November I didn’t make it to the race.Place = San Francisco (Grimm house waterfall) But at least this beautiful place makes up for it.POV - MelaenaA white, frothy cascade of water spills down into a deep blue plunge pool, churning before it roils and bubbles its way through the warm sandy beach and empties into the ocean.Dark rocks frame the cove, their faces softened by moss and pale lichen, like time itself has been gentled here.The place feels hidden. Secret. A precious little gem tucked away from the world.I wiggle my toes, digging my feet into the sand, letting the warmth ground me, as I watch a kingfisher swoop into the water — an electric flash of blue — before it bursts back out with a small squirming fish clamped in its beak. It lands in one of the tree shrubs, clinging to the cliff with exposed roots, to consume its meal.I take a deep breath — filled with the scent of deep mossy earth, sweet blossoms, and salty water — before I speak.“Are you sure about th

Date = 20 November This must be how a person on death row feels, waking up, knowing it’s your last day on earth.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Grimm house)POV – MelaenaI stare at the outrageously bountiful, unfairly handsome specimen stretched out beside me.Sleeping, he looks almost angelic — lashes fanned against his cheeks, mouth slack with trust, all sharp edges dulled into something soft and breakable. Vulnerable. It sneaks straight past my defenses and settles somewhere deep in my chest, warm and terrifying.I should memorize this moment. Savor it.Because statistically speaking, we may not survive the day.My brothers have seen the pictures already.The boys’ chat group exploded minutes after Damion stopped answering their calls —capital letters, threats, enough testosterone to fuel a small war.The only reason they haven’t kicked down the front door yet is that Kiara lied for us. Told them we weren’t here. That we’ve spent the night in hiding.And we did hide.In hi