All Chapters of MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~TESSA~ I pulled on Ryder’s spare hoodie, the one with the faint motor oil smell and the Hellfire symbol on the back... and stepped outside. The cold hit me first. Sharp, clean, and too real. It fucking bit at my skin like the truth I’d been trying to outrun. Yeah... Duke leaned against his bike, arms crossed, a cigarette hanging from his lips. It was then that I noticed the weather... The morning fog was still lifting, curling low around the trees. Duke's eyes flicked to me as I stepped out, then back to Ryder, who had followed me. “I told Prospect Casey to stay behind and keep the back roads clear,” Duke said, exhaling smoke through his nose. “But I won’t lie to you, Ry. This ain’t looking good.” Ryder adjusted the gun holstered under his cut. “You said Iron Kings. You sure?” Duke nodded grimly. “Saw three of ‘em last night. Sitting at Jaxie’s Bar like they owned the place. Talking loud. One of them was bragging about getting ‘paid to bag a girl called Tessa.

~RYDER~ Waking up to her was the best feeling ever. I just can't imagine what my life would have been without my Tessa. My pretty Tessa. She was still in bed. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before admiring her pretty face. That perfectly carved face was something I possibly couldn't resist. Tessa Morgan was... just too beautiful. I held her chin gently and lowered my head to land a soft kiss on those rosy lips of hers. Damn... Those lips? They made me crave for more. Tess was just... irresistible. My dick wanted to crash her hole once more but I had to put myself together. I didn't want to disturb my sweetheart's sleep. ~ The morning air was sharp. It was colder than it should have been for spring. You know, that kind of chill that made your lungs ache a little bit when you stepped out. I had stepped out of the MC building, trying to take in some fresh air. The oak door creaked behind me, but no one followed. Pretty Tess was still sleep

~RYDER~ We were on our way to the Bishop Mansion. After so many years of staying away from that place, I had to go back. I had to... For Tessa's sake. If we stayed at the clubhouse any longer, I wouldn't know what Marcus's next move would be. And I wasn't ready to lose my Tessa to that piece of trash. Never! ~ The road was too quiet. Tessa had stopped talking. She sat curled in the passenger seat. Every few seconds, I checked the mirror. Nothing. But something felt wrong. The kind of wrong you didn’t see... you just felt in your ribs, like your blood had gone still. Then... CLANG. THUMP. The truck jolted sideways like we’d hit a curb. “Shit—” I swerved, but the wheel didn’t respond right. The truck pulled hard to the left. “What the hell was that?” Tessa shouted. “Hold on.” I hit the brakes and skidded us to a halt just before the ditch. Smoke puffed from the front left tire. Fuck! This wasn't happening! I was going not ready for this. I threw

~TESSA~ I didn't know what to expect when I stepped foot into the Bishop mansion. I was still brushing road dust from my old jeans when I looked up... and there she was... Mrs. Bishop, Ryder's mom. I must say, she was extremely beautiful... No wonder my baby boy was extremely handsome too. She stood at the top of the staircase, poised and quiet. She was wearing a pale gray cardigan that hugged her shoulders like a second skin. Her silver hair was pulled back in a neat twist, not a strand out of place. Pearls. Of course. But her eyes… They didn’t scan me. They rested on me. And then she smiled... soft, open. She moved down the steps slowly, like she wasn’t just stepping across floors, but across time. And when she reached us, she didn’t speak to Ryder first. She looked right at me. “Oh,” she said, voice like silk. “You must be Tessa.” I swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.” Her smile widened just a bit. “I’m so happy my son is back because of you.” “You look so kind

~TESSA~ I made my way out of the room. Ryder needed some time alone to you know, make his final decision. I didn't really like what was going on right now... Mrs. Bishop was so happy that his son was finally back home, but this rejection... really hurt her. I could tell it from her eyes back at the dining hall. I wish I could do something about this, but it was entirely dependent on Ryder. I couldn't force him into something he didn't want... I was wandering about, trying to also free my mind when my eyes met her. Mrs. Bishop. Ryder’s mom stood by the tall, arched window, one hand resting gently on the frame, the other clasped in front of her like she was holding herself together. I guess she still couldn't take her mind off her son. She didn’t know I was watching. And I wasn’t trying to spy. But I couldn’t look away. There was no sigh, no dramatic moment of collapse. Just the way her shoulders lifted, ever so slightly, like she was trying not to let her