Semua Bab Wolf Riders MC: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Grace’s POVMy family was rich!As in our toilet paper was made out of dollar bills, that how filthy rich we were! Dad was a successful banker but had retired and now spent his time investing money instead, making millions by lunchtime. And mom was a retired runway model but had her own agency now. And you’d think that growing up in a family that could buy you anything from a new phone to an island, life would be good…That wasn’t the case!Individual thinking?The Devil’s work!Disobeying your parents?Punishable by an eternity burning in hell…To this day, my parents still haven’t forgiven me for running away so I could study to become a nurse, instead of agreeing to the arranged marriage they had planned for me.I was 16!Now, 15 years later, I’d learned to just accept that I was and forever would be nothing but a disappointment!Liam, on the other

Cracker's POVFinally, after one week, I got to go home! Jill, Rabbit’s woman, was outside waiting for us, and despite me wanting to tell her and all the MCs to go to hell, the thought of climbing in and out of Grace’s small beetle with a broken leg, two broken ribs, fractured and /or sprained--- just about everything…Yeah, the club SUV easily won my vote…“Home sweet home,” I groaned, but was pleasantly surprised at the sight that greeted me. First off, the house did need some loving when I bought it, needing a splash of paint and basically being a little of a fixer-upper. And then Grace had told me about the state of the house, when she and Prez had gone back to secure the evidence I’d gathered…So to see the house in practically perfect condition was a surprise that almost brought tears to my eyes. And I say almost, because--- I knew it was the Riders who did this – their way of apologizing – but I couldn’t help but

Steel’s POVI got a text from Prez.Prez: Did you send Pitbull my way?Steel: YesPrez: Thanks man! I owe you one!I wanted to reply “good luck” but thought better off it. Prez definitely had the hots for the blond nurse and hell, if he wanted to take a shot at taming that wild, she-wolf--- well, let’s just say if he got his dick bitten off, I wouldn’t be surprised! But I had more important things to take care of right now…I took dinner up to our room and made sure that my woman was well fed. She ate without protest, but the way she was looking at me, I knew that I would have to explain everything to her later.In a way, I wished the meal would never end. That the meat I cut down for her would go on for eternity. Because--- I was scared! Scared that she’d see me as the coward I was. Of how I’d abandoned her and left her when she probably needed me the most. Of how MY broth

Prez’s POVHot damn, Pitbull was going to kill me!Because, of course, the feisty nurse didn’t show up at my door in her scrubs and my cut – although that looked delightfully HOT on her! – but wearing skinny jeans and a top that showed just enough of her cleavage to drive a man insane.Goddess, she was hot!“What’ ya’ got?” She said, cutting off her words on purpose, and just walked in. I moved aside, not even taken by surprise at her forwardness. She was the very definition of ‘no bullshit’-type of girl, and hell, I wanted her in my home.She wasn’t the typical kind of woman I went for. I liked short, skinny brunettes with big asses, like Halley and her buddies. Grace was anything like that! Tall, blond, and on a larger scale, she was the type you’d call curvy. But fuck, did she make it look hot! The sway of her ass when she walked had my blood rushing south and when she pursed her red, plump lips it made the mal

Grace’s POV“Relax!” Prez said gently and took the beer out of my hand. “They’re already dead, it’s not like you can bring them back.”“Easy for you to say!” I exclaimed, my arms flailing widely as he closed the computer. “Someone, where I work, is killing people to get to their organs! That’s like a horror movie level of terrifying! No! Scratch that! It’s the worst slasher plot I’ve ever heard!”And what does the hot biker do? He laughed! A laugh that sounded sexy as fuck and had my core warming up like molten lava…“What’s so funny?!” I snapped, ignoring what his smile and body did to my insides.“You are,” he replied – and didn’t even sound the least bit sorry about it. “You’re cute when you freak out. And hot when you’re angry…”His eyes raked over my body and--- shit did that make me body-conscious! Now, I wasn’t into body-shaming, nor did I have a problem with the way I looked.Everybody else – however – did!I was curvy, had been for my entire life. And people couldn’t seem to