Semua Bab Her Biker Bodyguard: Bab 151 - Bab 160

MilesMy hands shake as I stare at the map spread across the table, pins marking every possible location we've checked. Nothing. Fucking nothing. Six hours of searching and we're no closer to finding her. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, matching the static in my brain."There has to be something we missed," I mutter, running my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time. The man bun's long gone, hair falling loose around my face.Vincent leans over the table. "We've checked every known hideout, and any leads we may have gotten so far.""Then check them again!" I slam my fist down, sending pins scattering across the floor. The rage builds until I can't contain it anymore. I grab the nearest chair and hurl it against the wall. It splinters with a satisfying crack."Jesus, Miles," Connell says, stepping back. "Get it together, man.""Get it together?" I laugh, the sound harsh and foreign. "Dolores's out there somewhere, probably hurt, and you want me to get it together?" I swee

ConnellMy knuckles turn white as I grip the handlebars, leading our convoy of bikes through the night. The tip came from one of our street informants - an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. The thought of Dolores hurt or scared makes my blood boil."Keep tight formation," Vincent barks through our helmet comms. "We don't know how many hostiles we're dealing with."The warehouse looms ahead, a hulking shadow against the starless sky. I kill my engine and coast the last few yards, the rest of our crew following suit. The silence feels heavy as we dismount."Connell, take point with me," Vincent orders, checking his weapon. "Miles, coordinate the others to cover the exits.""If they've hurt her..." Miles's voice trails off as he loads his gun."Focus," I snap, though my own hands shake slightly as I chamber a round. "We get in, we get our girl, we get out."We edge toward the warehouse entrance when the flood lights snap on, momentarily blinding us. Lupe emerges from the shadows, f

DoloresI stretch lazily on the couch beside Vincent's bed, my legs tucked underneath me as I shuffle the deck of cards. The past week has felt surreal - like we're in our own little bubble away from the chaos of the clubhouse below."Royal flush," Vincent announces with a smug grin, laying his cards on the bedside table."You're definitely cheating." I narrow my eyes at him. "No one's that lucky seven hands in a row.""Maybe I'm just that good, darlin'." He shifts against the pillows, wincing slightly. "Or maybe you're just distracted by my rugged good looks.""More like distracted by your terrible taste in movies." I nod toward the TV where some cheesy 80s action flick plays on mute. "I can't believe you made me sit through that one with the ninja cowboys yesterday.""That's a classic!""That's what you said about the one with the zombie bikers."His laugh turns into a groan and I'm instantly at his side, checking his bandages. "Easy there, tough guy. Your stitches are still fresh."

Miles"I'm sorry," Dolores whispers, trying to get off his lap. Vincent’s grip tightens around her waist."Hush," he commands softly, and she obeys, staying still.I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at Vincent. "Watch your tone with her."Vincent’s eyes meet mine, hard and unyielding. "Miles, calm down.""Calm down?" I scoff, shaking my head. "Yeah, right.""Connell," Vincent says, voice steady as ever, "grab a blanket for Dolores."Connell hesitates but then nods, scurrying out of the room like he’s been given a reprieve. I take a step closer to Vincent and Dolores."She doesn’t need you treating her like some⁠—""Miles," Vincent interrupts me, voice low but firm. "This isn’t the time for your tantrum."Dolores shifts slightly, looking up at me with those hazel eyes that always seem to see right through my bullshit. “Miles...”I can’t watch this shit. I turn on my heel, my fists clenching at my sides.“Where do you think you’re going?” Vincent’s voice cuts through the tension lik

ConnellWatching Dolores finish Vincent off has me harder than I've ever been in my entire fucking life. The way she moves, the sounds she makes—damn near hypnotic. Vincent leans back in the chair, already stroking himself again, like he can't get enough. I can relate."Connell," Dolores calls, her voice like a velvet rope pulling me in. She lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting. It's a sight that'll be etched in my mind forever.I peel off my clothes, each piece feeling heavier than it should. "You sure you want me next?" I tease, trying to keep things light despite the fire burning in my veins."Quit stalling," she smirks, her eyes flicking down to my growing hardness. "Or I'll start without you."Miles's standing at the head of the bed, biting his hand like he’s trying to keep from losing it. Poor guy looks like he's about to combust."Don’t worry, Miles," I say as I kick off my jeans. "You’ll get your turn."He grunts but doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to Dolores.