Semua Bab MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Bab 131 - Bab 140

~RYDER~Two weeks.Two damn weeks since we heard the news that Raven, Jace, and Marcus were still alive.I didn’t believe it at first. Nobody did. We buried that night in flames. But word travels fast in this life. Whispers from truckers. Shady calls at 3 a.m. Photos sent from burner phones—three silhouettes near the docks. One of them had Raven’s walk. I knew it.Since then, I hadn’t slept right.Tessa tried to pretend everything was fine. She’d smile, cook breakfast, talk about repainting the bar. But sometimes I’d catch her staring off into space… her hand resting on her stomach like she was protecting something.I tried to shake the unease. But my gut never lies.That morning, I walked into the kitchen and froze.Across the window… written in thick, dripping red… were the words:I’m back.Sarah screamed when she saw it. Duke rushed in, gun in hand. The smell of copper filled the air. It wasn’t paint.Tessa went pale. She didn’t say a word, just stared at those two words like they

~TESSA~My mind wouldn’t stop replaying Raven’s words.You’re carrying his kids, aren’t you?What the hell did she mean?She couldn’t know.Nobody could.I stared out the window, my hand drifting unconsciously to my stomach.It was too soon to tell. I hadn’t said anything to Ryder, not even to Sarah. But the past few weeks—nausea, exhaustion, that strange heaviness—I’d known something was different.And hearing it come out of Raven’s mouth like a curse sent a chill down my spine.When we reached the clubhouse, Duke and Pete handled the gates while Ryder led me inside. He didn’t let go of my hand the whole way.He poured me water, sat beside me at the bar. His knuckles were still red from the fight.“Talk to me,” he said quietly.I didn’t know where to start. “She said something before she fell.”“What did she say?”I hesitated. “She said… she knew about the babies.”Ryder froze. “What babies?”My throat went dry.I didn’t mean to say it. Not like this.“Ryder…” I whispered, my hand tr

(Tessa’s POV)I couldn’t believe how quickly time moved when things finally slowed down.For months, our lives had been a cycle of blood, fire, and running. Then suddenly, there was silence. No Cobra bikes roaring down the road. No late-night calls or broken windows. Just… quiet.And now, Sarah was leaving.Again.Except this time, it wasn’t out of fear.It was for a scholarship. Her second actually. Paris. Art and design. Her dream.I watched her throw her last sketchbook into her suitcase, a grin lighting up her face like she hadn’t smiled in years. “Can you believe it?” she said, spinning around. “Paris, Tess! I actually did it... one more time."I smiled, sitting on the edge of her bed. “You earned it. Every bit of it.”She laughed softly. “Guess all those nights painting while the world was falling apart paid off.”Ryder leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure you’re ready for the fancy life, kid? Paris ain’t exactly like our

(Tessa’s POV)TWO WEEKS... The storm rolled in fast that night. The kind that shakes the walls, makes the air taste like metal. Ryder hated nights like that. Said storms always brought ghosts. But that evening, he was different — restless, quiet, pacing the clubhouse like something was clawing at him from the inside. “Everything okay?” I asked, setting my mug on the counter. He stopped, eyes flicking to me, then to the window. “Yeah… just thinking.” “About what?” “About everything we’ve been through.” I smiled softly. “That’s a long list.” He nodded once, still not looking at me. “Grab your jacket.” “What? Why?” “Just trust me.” I frowned, but something in his tone made me follow. We rode through the rain, the two of us against the storm. The road was slick, the world flashing in streaks of silver and black. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my cheek pressed to his back, feeling the rumble of the engine through my chest. When he finally slowed down, I realized wher

(Tessa’s POV)It felt strange waking up without fear.No screams in the night. No shadows moving in the corners. Just sunlight through the window and the sound of three tiny heartbeats sleeping in their cribs.For the first time in a long time… life felt normal.Ryder was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his face. He looked peaceful. The scars, the bruises, the rough edges—they were still there. But somehow, softer now.I smiled, kissed his cheek, and slipped out of bed.Today wasn’t about danger or curses or survival.Today was about the future.By noon, Debbie was at the door, already talking before I could even open it all the way.“Come on, sleepyhead! We’ve got a bride to dress!”“Debbie—”“No excuses! Ryder said I could kidnap you for the day. Said it himself.” She held up her phone, showing me a text.I groaned. “He actually said that?”“Word for word: Take her before she talks herself out of it.”I rolled my eyes, laughing. “He would.”Before I could argue, she was