Semua Bab MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Bab 121 - Bab 130

~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

~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

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

~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

~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