Semua Bab Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Big King’s POVI’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy, but the truth is, I’m fuckin' hurt too. The guys are discussin' Don and what comes next, but all I can think about is knockin' the fuck out of Joker. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.The door creaks open, and there he is, strolling in with that damn smirk on his face. He sits down, drink in hand, and doesn’t say a word, just grinnin' like he owns the place.“We’re gonna, just, yeah... Fuck off,” King laughs as he gets up, and the others follow him out. I keep my eyes locked on Joker, my blood boiling.“Ya not fucking funny!” I snap, my voice filled with anger, but he just laughs in my face.“Aww, did I hurt ya feelings by not tellin' ya they brought it forward?” He smirks, enjoyin' every second of this.“Ya could’ve let me know, fuckin’ ’ell, Joker! I thought ya had another year until ya parole hearin', and maybe another year after that before they considered lettin' ya out!” My frustration is boilin' ov

Robyn POVThe club is in chaos, but that’s nothing new. From what I’ve overheard, Queenie’s been shot in the side, Honey’s been roughed up pretty badly, and one of the Prospects is dead. The place is filling up with members, their families, and anyone else seeking refuge from whatever’s about to go down.I’ve kept my distance from Big King, figuring he’s got enough on his plate without me adding to it. Instead, I head to the kitchen, trying to find something productive to do. Rose and a few other women join me, and soon we’re all busy prepping food, because if there’s one thing that can keep a biker gang going through a crisis, it’s a solid meal.As I chop vegetables, my thoughts keep drifting to my dad. He’s been MIA for over an hour now, and no one knows where the hell he is. Big King was ready to send out search parties, but I told him not to bother. Knowing my dad, he’s probably holed up somewhere, stuffing his face. That’s just his way—chaos or no chaos, the man doesn’t miss a me

Big King POVWe’ve discussed our plan, and now that the women and children are safe and eatin', it’s time to take action. I lead the guys through to the shootin' range, grabbin' guns and handin' them out.“Have ya considered what happens if, even after we kill some of Cook’s men, Cook keeps protectin' him?” One of the guys asks, his voice laced with concern.“Then we keep goin' 'til Cook’s the last man standin',” I reply, my voice firm. “We can’t afford to sit around and wait. They’ve crossed the line by attackin' our women. The men stayin' behind will cover all the doors of the club and the gate, makin' sure no one gets in.”I step out into the open where the bikes are parked. I haven’t had a chance to check if my main bike is even in workin' condition after the last mess—it’s low on my priority list right now. As I glance at Joker, I consider tellin' him to stay back, but I know it would be a waste of breath. He’d laugh, ignore me, and follow alon' regardless. The last thin' I need

Big King POVI’m eager to get back and let everyone know that it’s safe. At least for now. I leave that to the guys—King can handle the church, and I’ll figure out Robyn.I climb off my bike, walk straight through the crowd, and head directly to my room. When I try to open the door, I find it locked.“Robyn, it’s me,” I call out, knockin'. I hear movement inside, like she’s throwin' things around. “Robyn, can you open the fuckin' door?” I shout, waitin' for her to face me.I have no idea what I’ve done, but I have a feelin' Skyla has said somethin'.“If she’s cryin', ya dead,” Joker glares at me.“She was fine when we left! For fuck’s sake, Joker, I wasn’t even here to upset her.”How is this my fault?“Robyn, open the fuckin' door!” I bang again.“Because shoutin' will make her smile,” Joker sneers. I hear the lock click. I step in quickly, close the door behind me, and lock it, ignorin' Joker’s shouts to let him in.She’s not crying, but she’s furious. I almost laugh—she looks so co

Robyn POVI feel awful. Growing up, I knew my parents tried to shield me from their arguments, but this was something I never knew about. And now, I’m angry at my mom for making it seem like my dad wouldn’t give up the clubs for her and me when she knew he had. He gave it all up, and she cheated. I don’t care if it was part of Don’s plan. She had a choice, and she actually went through with it.She made my dad give up so much of himself, then cheated, like his sacrifices meant nothing to her.“Don’t tell ya mom, Princess. I didn’t want ya to know, and ya shouldn’t have been told,” Dad says, looking at me seriously.“She’s filing for a divorce, Dad,” I say, still in disbelief that she cheated and then lied to me about him.“I figured she would. What happened between us is between us, not you. So don’t brin' it up with her—it’s our issue, not yours.” He looks at me, and I can’t help but laugh bitterly.“How is it not my issue? She lied to me, Dad.”Big King steps in, kissing my cheek. “