All Chapters of MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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121 ~ FUCK!

~MARCUS ~ I watched her for a beat longer, the way her fingers traced the rim of her glass without lifting it to her lips. The air between us hummed like a wire pulled taut. I slid off my stool, the wood scraping under my boots, and closed the distance. Two stools became one, then none. I leaned in, close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin, something clean and sharp cutting through the bar's stale smoke. "Waiting for someone?" I murmured, voice low to match the dim light. Her eyes flicked to mine then, dark and steady, no flicker of surprise. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just here for the view." I smirked, pulling a wad of bills from my jacket pocket—crisp hundreds, enough to buy silence or loyalty, depending on the night. I set them on the counter between us, not pushing, just letting them sit like an offer. "This could make the view better. Private room's in the back." She glanced at the cash, then back at me, her lips curving just enough to show she understood th

122 ~ THE KIDNAP

~TESSA~ I told myself I would be careful. That was the lie I told when I climbed into my car and drove toward the industrial park. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and told myself the meeting would be quick: a drop, a name, proof. Get in, get out. I shouldn’t have been alone. But I’d learned to move without warning, to keep my plans folded close to my chest. Ryder would have argued until the sky split. I didn’t want his instructions. I wanted answers. The lot was mostly empty. One flickering streetlight threw a halo over a stack of pallets. I killed the engine and sat there a heartbeat longer, listening to the rain. A silhouette stepped out from the shadow near the loading bay — the agreed signal. I climbed out and walked toward it. “Milo?” I said, surprised to see him. He was thinner, face hard in a way I hadn’t noticed before. He wore a dark hoodie pulled up, eyes flitting like a man who couldn’t make himself still. He smiled, and it was the kind of smile that neve

123 ~ TRUTH AND BLOOD

~MILO~ The road stretched out before me — long, wet, and endless. The rain hit the windshield like a thousand whispered judgments. Every drop sounded like Ryder’s voice in my head, asking the same damn question I’d been trying to ignore since I left the clubhouse. Why, Milo? The hum of the van’s engine filled the silence between us. Tessa sat bound in the passenger seat, her head turned toward the window, her breath fogging up the glass. Every so often, she’d look at me — not with fear exactly, but with something worse. Pity. I couldn’t stand it. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. My knuckles were white. “You don’t know what this is.” She didn’t flinch. “Then tell me.” The road curved, and the lights of the city faded into nothing but dark hills and wet trees. I thought about lying — saying I was doing this for Ryder, for peace, for the brotherhood. But the truth burned too loud in my chest to ignore any longer. “I’m not Ryder’s

124 ~ THE DEPTHS OF PAIN

~TESSA~ My head hung low, heavy from the blows, the taste of blood thick on my tongue. The cold, damp air of the Cobra compound bit into my skin, and my wrists ached from the ropes that dug deep into my flesh. Every breath I took burned like fire, every movement pulled at bruises that felt carved into my bones. The sound of distant laughter echoed through the hall, muffled music thumping from somewhere outside. It was almost surreal — a party on one side, hell on the other. I tried to lift my head, but my vision swam. My throat was dry, like sandpaper scraping against my insides. “Water,” I whispered. The word barely made it out. “Please…” For a moment, the room went quiet. Then came the slow, deliberate click of heels on the concrete. Raven. She stepped into the light — black leather jacket, eyes cold as glass, a smirk curling on her lips. She crouched in front of me, tilting her head. “You look like hell, sweetheart.” I forced my swollen eyes open to meet hers. “Go

125 ~ THE RESCUE

~RYDER~ The night was cold and quiet — the kind of quiet that comes right before a storm. The Cobras’ compound sat on the edge of the highway like a nest of snakes, guarded, dangerous, and full of secrets. But none of that mattered. Tessa was in there. I parked the bike in the shadows, killed the engine, and slipped the gun from my belt. Every muscle in my body was tight, coiled, ready to strike. Pete’s intel had been good. The side fence was loose, just like he said. I crouched, cut through it, and slid under silently. I moved fast, hugging the walls, my boots barely touching the dirt. A guard passed close — too close — and I pressed into the dark, holding my breath until he was gone. When I reached the back building, I saw it — a flicker of light through the cracked window. And there she was. Tessa. Tied to a chair, head down, her hair messy and wet. My chest tightened. I hadn’t seen her like that since the fire that almost took her life. Seeing her like this again broke so

126 ~ THE SNAKE'S FURY

The door slammed so hard the whole room trembled. Jace stormed into the Cobra clubhouse, his boots echoing off the concrete floor. The men standing around the pool table froze mid-conversation. They knew that look — the kind that made even the toughest of them swallow their words and look away. “Where is she?” Jace roared, his voice thunderous. Milo stood near the back, his face pale, one eye already bruised from the scuffle earlier that morning. “We… we lost her,” he stammered. Jace’s jaw flexed. “You lost her?” He took a few slow, heavy steps forward, his leather jacket creaking with every movement. “I gave you one job, Milo. One. Bring me Tessa Bishop, and end this damn game.” Milo looked down. “Ryder came for her. We didn’t see him coming. He—” Jace’s hand cracked across his face before he could finish. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, sharp and clean. “You let him walk into my compound and take her from under your nose?” Jace snarled, his voice low a

127 ~ GATHERING STORM

~RYDER~ ONE MONTH LATER... The clubhouse was too quiet. Too damn quiet. Everyone was waiting… thinking… pretending they weren’t scared. But I could feel it in the air. The tension. The kind that twists your stomach and burns behind your ribs. I stood over the map spread across the table, tracing the red circles with my finger. The steel mill sat at the edge of town. Remote. Abandoned. The perfect place for a trap. And we were walking straight into it. Duke leaned on the pool table, rolling a toothpick between his teeth. “You sure this is smart?” he asked. “They’ll have the place locked down tighter than a bank.” “They want us to show,” I said. “So we will.” He smirked. “You always did love walking into a fight.” “I don’t walk into them,” I said. “I finish them.” Sarah sat near the bar, fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist. Her eyes were red. “Just promise me we’ll get her back this time,” she whispered. “No more blood. No more surprises.” I wanted to s

128 ~ WAR!

~RYDER~It started with one shot.Then all hell broke loose.The sound cracked across the cliffside, echoing off the rocks, and before anyone could breathe, the air was filled with the stench of gunpowder and blood.Hellfire versus Cobras.No more talk. No more warnings. Just death on both sides.We’d tracked them here after Pete’s call—followed tire marks through the woods until the trees thinned and the cliff opened like a wound. The ocean crashed far below, black and endless. I could hear Duke behind me loading shells. Sarah stayed back, watching our flank. And Tessa… she was supposed to be safe at the clubhouse.But when I turned, I saw her.Helmet off. Eyes burning. Standing beside me.“Couldn’t stay put, huh?” I muttered.“Neither could you,” she shot back.Before I could argue, Jace’s voice ripped through the dark. “BISHOP!”He stood across the ridge with his men, rifles slung, Cobras patch shining under the pale light. Milo was beside him—bruised, tired, but alive. His gun hu

129 ~ RAVEN IS BACK

~TESSA~ It was past midnight when the phone rang. Not Ryder’s burner. Not Sarah’s line. My phone. A number I didn’t know. No ID. Just a vibration that cut through the silence of our room. I sat up slowly, the sheets cold against my legs. Ryder was asleep beside me, his hand over my waist, breathing steady. I didn’t want to wake him. So I picked up. “Hello?” Nothing. Just breathing. I frowned. “Who is this?” A pause. Then a voice I thought I’d never hear again. Soft. Shaky. Almost tender. “Miss me?” My heart stopped. “Raven…” She laughed quietly. That same laugh. The one that always sounded half-broken. “You sound surprised. You didn’t think a fall could kill me, did you?” I froze. The sound of her voice crawled under my skin. “You’re... gone... dead. We saw you go over the cliff.” “You saw me fall,” she said. “Not die. Big difference.” My fingers were trembling. I turned toward Ryder. He was still out cold, his arm heavy around me. “You took everything from me, Tes

130 ~ SHADOWS OF THE PAST

~RYDER ~The blood on the window didn’t wash off easy.I scrubbed at it until my hands ached, but it just smeared… darker. Thicker. Like it wanted to stay.Tessa watched from the couch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes empty. Duke was checking the locks again, even though he’d already done it twice. Sarah sat on the floor near the fire, staring into it like she could burn the fear out of her chest.I hated that look on their faces.The one that said we were hunted again.“Maybe she’s bluffing,” Duke said finally, tossing the rag down. “Trying to mess with our heads.”I shook my head. “Raven doesn’t bluff.”He nodded slowly. “Then we got a problem.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “We do.”By nightfall, I’d set up cameras around the property — motion sensors, alarms, the works. If Raven so much as breathed near us, I’d know.At least, that’s what I told myself.Tessa tried to sleep, but I could tell she wasn’t really out. Every time the house creaked, she flinched. Every shadow looked like her.And then

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