All Chapters of Her Biker Bodyguard: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jaguar.She lived in a little piece of shit apartment right off the University of Texas’s campus. She lived alone, as far as I could tell, and her place was a fucking mess.“Be fast,” I grunted at her.“Okay.” She disappeared into the back room as I looked around her place. It looked pretty typical: paintings and pictures on the wall, pictures of friends in frames, but none of her father.I hadn’t seen anyone hanging around outside of her place, but that didn’t mean they weren’t watching. I would have been surprised if they had found her so fast, though. Bikers weren’t exactly known for their fucking smarts, and overall that was true. They’d find her eventually, though.I walked over to the front window and peeked outside. Nothing there, just my bike parked against the curb and the slow trickle of young students wandering around.“How much do I need, anyway?” she asked.I turned back and looked at her. She tossed my sweatshirt at me and I grabbed it.“I don’t know,” I said. “A week’s

Jaguar.Four years ago.Hours after I dropped Veronica off at her place, I could still feel the damn tingle in my cock where she had rubbed herself crazy. We’d made sure her dad was passed out before she went inside, and I’d made her promise to come to my place if things got bad.Otherwise, I had the worst damn blue balls of my fucking life. After getting off like that, she’d collapsed back down onto the bench, and we’d spent the next hour or two talking about our lives.I’d never done that before. Normally, if she were any other slut, I would have bent her over that fucking bench and ravaged her stupid. Instead, I found myself talking about my mom and dad, about her drunk ass, about growing up in a fucked-up home.And she told me her own sob story, which wasn’t too far off from mine. Difference was, I could defend myself, but she never could.I clenched my jaw, pissed as all hell thinking about her dad beating her up like that. The bastard didn’t know what was right or wrong, but he

Jaguar.I watched her walk fast across the room.“Shit,” I muttered to myself. It was pretty obvious what she was about to do.I watch as she opened the door and just booked it out of there, running hard.I got to my feet.“We got a runner!” one of the boys called out.I silenced him with a glare as I went after her.Damn girl is going to be the death of me, I thought as I tore ass after her.She wasn’t exactly fast. I saw her turn a corner up ahead as I quickly hopped on my bike, kicking it into gear. I sped down the alley after her, tearing rubber around the corner.She looked back over her shoulder, determination etched on her face. I revved my engine and followed her. She cut left down another alley.I had to go the long way. I went around the block, running a few red lights on the way, and came around to the other side. Veronica had already come out of the alley and was hauling ass down the street.I quickly sped down along the block, hopping up onto the curb, scaring the shit ou

Jaguar.We rolled out in formation, heading west of Austin. The Rebels had their clubhouse there, a little piece of shit, hole-in-the-wall bar in the middle of their tiny territory.We’d been on decent terms with the Rebel MC for a few years. Back when we were slowly expanding our territory and eating up the other local clubs, the Rebels had been our only ally in the fight.But since then, the relationship had soured. They had begun competing with us, importing cheap weapons from China and even cheaper drugs from South America. We were doing the same thing, and making way more money, but they were beginning to cut into our bottom line.The only reason they hadn’t been destroyed yet was because they had helped us back in the day. Their current leader was a former member of our own club. He had defected during the war and violently taken over the Rebel leadership. Rumor was that he had backing from Phoenix and the Sandcastles MC, but I didn’t think that was true. From what I knew, Phoen

Jaguar.As we tore down the highway, wind whipping through my hair, I felt her suddenly start tapping against my back, signaling for me to pull over.What the hell could she possibly need? I pulled off at the first rest stop I saw, figuring she needed to piss or something.“What’s up, princess?” I asked her.She gave me a dirty look. “We need to go back to my apartment.”I raised an eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”“I forgot my laptop.”“You can live without it.”“No, I can’t.” She crossed her arms, and I recognized the look on her face. It was pure, stubborn anger, and it meant that no matter what I said, she was going to do whatever she wanted.I could fight it all I wanted, but what did it matter? We were going to her apartment one way or the other.I decided to just make it easy on myself.“Fine,” I said, “but we have to make it a fast trip.”“I just need to grab it.”“Let’s go.” I kicked the engine to life as she got back on.The meeting with Jetter kept playing in my mind. On th