All Chapters of The Gentleman Biker: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

“Where did you go? Did you have fun?” I tried not to sound too much like I was grilling her, but Flanagan and Quinn had me a bit paranoid with the things they’d said about their women and the shit they got up to. Not that I expect Silla to do any of those things; my little innocent is too sheltered for that. But there are other issues at hand.  Like the fact that I’d only just started to convince myself that with Sam out of the picture, she was no longer in any danger, plus the fact that the mess I’d just waded through was geared toward kids, so she wasn’t in any real danger here. But I don’t know why I get the feeling that the guys are holding something back. I think Lyon might have told them to ease me into it, which begs the question of just how much worse it can get. I still have no idea what it is that they want me to do in the tunnels or even if I’d actually get the chance. Just because I’m military doesn’t mean they’ll roll out the red carpet, especially if they’re using

This is insane. I thought I had it under control, but I didn’t expect the night to be like this. It wasn’t because of all the people that were here in the arena, though it had to be at full capacity, which was around two hundred and fifty thousand people, give or take about ten. No, what was bothering the hell out of me was the fact that my girl was in the middle of this shit. I didn’t think it would bother me this much, especially since I knew that there was no danger here, that the whole tunnel thing was the only thing going on, and the other players had already been taken down, but I couldn’t shake it off. I had this feeling like the feeling you get when someone has you in their crosshairs, but you don’t know which direction they’re in. It could be a case of transferred anxiety because Lyon has been ranting and raving since he got here about some shit going down. It was hell trying to hide my thoughts and feelings from Silla, who was happier than I’d ever seen her. Part

I stopped off to have a talk with my boys after leaving Lyon just to get a feel for where their heads were at. We were heading out in the morning as planned, but I wanted to be sure we were all on the same page, seeing as how Wolf’s woman was around here somewhere, not to mention we were all just pretty much given proof that those tunnels were in fact involved in some sketchy shit.   I was torn mentally at this point because I had to get her home and settled in, but now I had this shit on my mind. Life isn’t as cut and dry as the movies make it out to be. People can’t just cut shit off and move on to the next at will.   She needs me, I know, and this thing needs taking care of as well. How the hell do you focus on your girlfriend who has been traumatized her whole damn life while simultaneously dealing with the fact that the organization you’d given your life’s blood to was not what you always believed?   I knew I needed to get my shit together for her at least and don’t as

Hmm, I stretched awake with the morning sun feeling, alive. Sore, tired, but alive. Gabriel had chased away my fears the night before by loving me until I was too tired to take or think anymore. I rolled over with a smile that soon fled as I rushed from the bed to the bathroom to empty my stomach of its contents. I guess I was still nervous about meeting his family and friends, after all, to the point that I had made myself sick. That’s how Gabriel found me when he came back into the room from wherever he’d gone so early in the morning while I was still asleep. I was embarrassed for him to see me like this, but he didn’t say a word; he just lifted me in his arms, flushed the toilet, and then held me over the sink so he could wash my mouth out. I felt weak as a kitten as he carried me back to the bed and laid me down. The cool sheets felt so good but that uneasiness in my tummy still remained, though not as strong as before. “Back to sleep with you. It’s still early, and the

Chapter 180: SILLA “This is your home?” “One of them, yes.” “One… what do you mean?” I was nervous for a completely different reason now. Once he assured me that I wasn’t going to meet his parents immediately upon entering the city, I started to relax. I had at least one more day and night before I had to deal with that. I felt bad about keeping him away from his family, so I didn’t let on how I was feeling, but he decided on his own that it was better to wait until we weren’t so over-tired from our trip. He must’ve seen the relief on my face when he told me because he'd chuckled and kissed me on the tip of my nose. I wanted to joke that one day wasn’t going to erase the ball in my gut and the sudden fear of being rejected. All the fears I had that I thought I had dealt with bit by bit were back in full force, and there was no overcoming them now that I was here. Still, one more day was very well appreciated. But this place has given me something else to w