Todos os capítulos de The Gentleman Biker: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 199

“What’s all this?” I wiped sleep from my eyes and dropped down on the thick leather sofa in Gabe’s study, where I found him after my second nap of the day. He’d handed me a stack of papers as soon as I walked in, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I was looking at. “Those are your new properties and other holdings.” I came awake immediately and looked down at the top paper again. There was a lot of legal jargon, but I finally got the gist of it. My mouth opened and closed twice before I found my voice. My sight went dim before correcting itself, and there was a dull buzzing in my ear. “Gabriel, I don’t, I can’t…” At a loss for words, I could only stare at him as the significance of what I held in my hands hit home. Tears clouded my vision as I sat there wondering how I had become so lucky. How had I gone from the girl who couldn’t even go to school, who was oppressed at every turn by her stepfather, to this? There were hundreds of millions worth of re

I rushed back to my rented room after that disaster of a dinner and fought hard not to throw up everywhere. I’ve just spent the last few hours watching the woman who was supposed to be my best friend fawn over the enemy; it’s disgusting. I threw my purse across the room and gritted my teeth hard to keep the screams of rage hidden. It wouldn’t do to disturb the other tenants, or they’d probably complain to the landlord again, and this time I might be thrown out for sure. The last time there was a complaint, she’d said that was the last time, and I believed her. But it was hard keeping it in. I thought for sure I’d be done with her by now. The hidden pregnancy should’ve been the last straw. I gave his foolish mother all the ammo I had and sent her to take care of things, only for her to come back singing that girl’s praises and acting as though they were already one big happy family. Once again, an unborn child was foiling my plans, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I puttered around the dingy little room with excitement as the hand on the clock moved in the right direction. Things were finally falling into place after weeks of trying. After tonight, my life should finally be back on track, and I could escape this dark cloud that seems to have hung over me for the past year. My dad was still not willing to take my calls, which pisses me off, but I have more than enough time to work on him. Since his bastard son was no more, he had no one else to inherit his vast fortune after all, and that’s the way it should be. I expect him to get over his mad soon enough. How could he throw away the daughter he’d raised by himself all these years for a second-hand bimbo and the brat I’d made her lose? He was just hurting right now, I was sure, but he’d always forgiven me in the past, and now would be no different. My mind was solely focused on something else right now anyway, so it was easy to preoccupy myself so that I didn’t give in

“Look, I don’t see what the big deal is. Most of the women we sold came from poor backgrounds and were going nowhere. They were nobodies, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who would miss them? When the parents got too close, we threw some money at them, and they went away- no big deal.” I’ve heard some shit over the years, but this one takes the cake. I thought that in this era of the internet, people were more fucking cognizant, but it seems filth doesn’t change its scent, no matter the time or place. Since no one responded and no one’s expression changed- which is one of the most basic interrogation tactics- he kept going. At least the men we sold them to had money and means. They were bound to have better lives with those people.” Once again, he looked around the room as if seeking someone who’d agree with him. “What about the two women you met at the restaurant tonight?” My voice remained calm as if I were asking him about the weather. There was

I was on tenterhooks for weeks following that night, worried that somehow she would figure out what went down, but so far, so good. I’d explained Nikki’s absence with a lie at first, claiming the other woman must’ve gone abroad, and that lie held until it was no longer viable. Emma had sussed out the truth, or part of it, long ago because of the phone call. She didn’t come right out and ask if I’d done it, and I didn’t try to explain. Since there was no sign of Nikki anywhere on the map, her father had first thought it was his daughter making a fuss to get attention, but as time went by without a word, he had to take it seriously and go to the cops. Everything was a dead end; even I didn’t know what Lyon had done with her, and I wasn’t about to ask. Had he wanted me to know, he would’ve said something. Since I was almost certain that his pre-teen daughter was somehow involved, there was no way I was going to kick that hornet’s nest. I can usually put things a