All Chapters of MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~RYDER~ The night was quiet — the kind of quiet that felt wrong. I’d been sitting in the garage for hours, half-awake, half-alive, the smell of oil and rain thick in the air. My bike was stripped open, engine guts spread across the floor like I’d tried to fix something that wasn’t broken — because I couldn’t fix the thing that actually was. Tessa. Every hour without her was another mile of road burning through my head. Duke was passed out on the couch, empty beer bottle rolling on the floor, when my phone buzzed. Once. Short. A vibration that barely registered — until I saw the screen. Secure Feed: NEW FILE SYNCED. My heart kicked hard. I opened it. One word glowed against the dark: QUEEN. For a second, I just stared — not breathing, not thinking. Then everything hit at once. She’d used it. The code. The one we set up back when she first came to the clubhouse, when I told her, “If you’re ever in trouble, this word means you’re still fighting.” I was on my f

~TESSA~ The engine’s rumble still echoed in my bones long after Ryder killed it. I sat frozen on the back of his bike for a moment, the world moving in slow motion... headlights, voices, the smell of oil and smoke, the low hum of music drifting through the cracked door. Home. And yet not. Ryder turned toward me, his hand brushing mine. “You okay, darlin’?” His voice... low, steady... did something to me. It wrapped around my shaking heart and told it to calm down. But I could still see the blood on his knuckles from the fight, the fury still burning behind his eyes. “I’m okay,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure it was true. Inside, the clubhouse was louder — laughter, clinking bottles, the faint smell of whiskey and gun oil. Familiar faces froze mid-conversation when they saw us. Duke was the first to stand. “Jesus, Ryder.” His gaze landed on me. “Tessa?” I nodded once. “Hi, Duke.” His expression softened. “You’re safe now.” Ryder’s arm slid protectively

~TESSA~ The scent of bacon and brewed coffee drifted up the stairs before I even opened the door. Down below, I could hear laughter — rough and easy, the sound of men who lived too fast and slept too little. The kind of sound that somehow made me feel safe now. I took one last glance in the mirror. The cream sundress Ryder had picked fit me perfectly... soft at the waist, falling just above the knee. I’d left my hair loose, waves brushing my shoulders. I didn’t wear much makeup, just... something simple. Enough to feel alive again. As I started down the stairs, voices quieted. It was slow — one step, then another — the kind of descent that made you feel eyes on you. My heartbeat matched the rhythm of my heels. Halfway down, I caught Ryder’s gaze. He was sitting at the long wooden table, coffee mug in hand, wearing his black shirt half unbuttoned, tattoos glinting under the light. When our eyes met, he froze mid-sip — like he’d forgotten how to breathe. “Tess…” he mur

~RAVEN~ The forest looked like it had been born from a nightmare. Trees hunched close together, twisted and dark, their branches clutching at the sky like hands. The deeper I drove, the thinner the road became until it turned to gravel, then to dirt, then to something that barely deserved to be called a path. The sign at the fork was barely legible — BLACKTHORN HOLLOW. Figures. Even the name sounded cursed. By the time I parked, the world had gone silent. No birds, no wind, just the faint hum of my engine cooling down and the crunch of my boots on dead leaves. And then I saw it. The cabin. If you could even call it that. It leaned to one side, the roof sagging, smoke curling lazily from a crooked chimney. Animal bones hung from the porch like decorations — deer skulls, feathers, glass jars filled with things I didn’t want to identify. I wrinkled my nose. “God, this place stinks.” “You’d stink too,” a voice rasped from the shadows, “if you’d lived as long

~TESSA~ The sun had barely climbed over the treeline when Ryder turned off the highway and onto the long, curving road that led to the Bishop Mansion. I hadn’t been back since… everything. Since running, hiding, losing myself. Now, the sight of the tall iron gates felt like a heartbeat finally syncing again. Ryder slowed the bike as the gates opened automatically. “You ready for this?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder. I smiled under the helmet. “More than ready.” The driveway shimmered with sunlight. Roses bloomed along the edges like nothing bad had ever happened in the world. When we pulled up, the front doors flew open and Debbie came racing out barefoot, arms wide. “Oh my God! You’re here!” she squealed, nearly knocking Ryder over with her hug. “Mom! They’re here!” Mrs Bishop appeared behind her, elegant as ever in a loose summer dress, but her eyes were already glassy with tears. “Tessa, sweetheart,” she whispered, pulling me in next. “You look so much better. Co