All Chapters of Falling For The Biker : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arthur's POV Jackson and I parked and quickly got off our bikes, running towards the location the police had sent. We were met with burnt trees and a few of the officers scattered around.“Mr. Wright,” I said, getting to the detective.“Mr. Floyd,” he greeted with a nod to me and then to Jackson.“What's the update?” I asked.“He set the trees ablaze while we were on a hot chase. He had it all planned out. The firefighters are on it at the moment. We just need the go-ahead from them,” Mr. Wright said.I took out my phone as I received a spam message. I was about to swipe it off but noticed the numbers. “Hey, Mr. Wright,” I called on him, turning the screen of my phone to him. “What does this mean?” I asked.He took the phone, staring at the numbers for a minute, checked his tablet and his eyes widened. “This is a GPS coordinate. Give me a second,” he said quickly, typing away.“It's all clear, detective,” a firefighter told him.Without looking up from the screen, he moved. The fire

Arthur's POV“How is she?” Mum asked as I got to them.I nodded. “She's fine. I think she sensed something was wrong.” “Did you tell her?” Dad asked.I shook my head in response. “I couldn't,” I said. “What happened? He seemed fine earlier.”Fine as much as he could with his mother in the hospital. Earlier, with a light movement from Sierra, he thought Sierra was awake, but she wasn't. He didn't seem happy about it, but we were able to convince him to stay calm. “We don't know. We were grabbing some things in the car when he ran in. When we got in, he was already being admitted,” Jackson said, worried.“You're his family?” the doctor asked, stepping out of the ward.“Yes, we are. I'm his grandmother,” Mum said.The doctor nodded, reading the chart on the clipboard he held. “He had a massive panic attack, which resulted in him fainting. Fortunately, were able to stabilize him,” the doctor informed us.

Sierra's POV “I ran, Arthur. Away from my fears, away from what I knew would hurt me, hurt my son and I. That was the one thing that came to my mind. Back in the city, I always feared I would wake up to Elvis gone or find him at the door forcing me back or, worse, hurting me or my son,” I sniffled.“When the opportunity came to leave, I took it. It was less obvious. It seemed less of a run for fear but more of trying to find myself. Maybe a small part of me wanted to find myself, but for the most part, it was a run of fear.” I paused then nodded.“When we came back, I could sleep peacefully. I had my family around. It all seemed perfect — what I wanted, what I needed and, for the most part, I was happy about it. I didn't see myself going back to the city. The peace I had here was better than the turmoil I faced there.”“Then why return when you have all these good things here?” Arthur asked.“I'm tired of running, Arthur. I don't want to

Arthur's POV “Why are you all here?” I asked moving away from the door as they all trooped in.Uninvited.“We guessed you needed company,” Ian said, punching my arm playfully.Jackson slouched on my couch, Neil walked over to my mini bar and Ian studied my living room with his hands in his pockets. “You've changed a lot in here since I last popped by,” he said.We both knew he was lying. “You didn't answer my question,” I said, joining Jackson on the couch.“I have my reasons being here. I met Ian at the gate, and Neil was already at the door when we got here,” Jackson explained.Neil returned with four glasses and a bottle of Cheval. “I've always wanted to try this,” he said, plopping onto the armchair.He filled the glasses and passed them around. I took a sip, still watching them. “Should I ask my question again?” I asked, and they all got up, heading up the stairs.At this point, I gave up trying t

Sierra's POV “Ew, change that,” Eve squeezed her face as though she were staring at vomit.“This is my tenth dress. It's a literal local party, I don't see why I have to overdress,” I complained.Eve barged into my room at eight in the morning and almost threw me off the bed. I half expected to become a model and she the critic to half of my dress collection.“I just realized you have horrible taste, Sierra,” she said, and I gave her a look.“My fashion sense is wonderful, thank you very much.” I waved my hands, crossing the pile of clothes on the floor.My wardrobe had barely any cloth in it with how fast Eve tossed them on the ground. “Show me your dresses then,” she said.I picked out a sundress, placing it over my body. “That was your high-school dress, sis,” she said.“It still works,” I argued. “Fine,” I said once she gave me a look, returning my attention to the few dresses hung in my wardrobe.