The Biker King's Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Vivienne's POV The noise had softened into something almost pleasant by the time it started to go wrong. I should have known better than to think that whatever pleasant atmosphere would last for the rest of the night, or till whenever this hanging exit was meant to last. I knew I shouldn't have done that, but I genuinely wanted things to go my way, even if it was for a little while. Apparently, mother nature had other plans for me, and they weren't nice. All around me, the engines were quiet, and laughter carried in loose bursts. Someone had music playing low, the kind that didn’t demand attention but filled the gaps between conversations. It felt like a pause, like the night had finally exhaled, and honestly nothing like the biker's den back home. I sat on the edge of a bench near the bikes, hands wrapped around a bottle I hadn’t touched in a while. One of the drunk bikers had shoved it into my grip a little over an hour ago, but I didn't even bother sniffing it. I was still r

Ronan's POV She didn’t wake up all the way, and I hated that my mind already registered that as a bad thing. That was the first thing I noticed, before the blood on my hands, before the way my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. Vivienne’s lashes fluttered, her brow tightening like she was fighting something heavy and internal, but her eyes never fully focused.“Hey,” I said, too fast, too sharp. I probably sounded like a broken record, but right now, I didn't care about that. Not one bit. “Hey. I’ve got you.”Her body was warm and frighteningly light in my arms. I’d wrapped my jacket around her waist without thinking, applied pressure where there shouldn’t have been pressure, my instincts screaming at me to do something, anything, even if I didn’t know what the hell I was fighting.Her mouth parted, and a sound came out. It wasn't anywhere close to a word, but just a breath that sounded too broken and thin.“She’s fading,” Maverick said somewhere to my left. “I don't th

Ronan Hospitals had a way of stripping everything down to the barest truths. I'd learned this a long time ago, but even in a million years, I didn't think I would be back in the four walls of one of the places I hated the most. Well hate was a pretty strong word, but my point still stood. I tried not to think or focus on my surroundings but that alone was harder than trying to get all my bikers to quiet down when I asked. White walls stared back at me, with harsh lights, and the smell of antiseptic so sharp it burned the back of my throat. People moved fast but spoke softly, like volume alone could kill someone.Vivienne was gone from my arms almost immediately. The minute we arrived and pushed through the double doors of this place, it felt like she didn't belong to me anymore. Hands took her, a gurney appeared, someone asked her name, while someone else asked mine. I answered everything automatically, my voice steady, my head empty, but my body and mind belonging to someone

Ronan's POV I spoke to the doctor again because silence was eating at me. I initially wanted to talk myself out of it, I wanted to convince myself that it wasn't necessary, but the more I tried, the harder it got, and before I could yell out Maverick's name, I was already on my way to find a doctor that would answer my questions. Not the one who’d looked at me like I was a criminal earlier. I wasn't a mind reader, but something told me that he was purposely staying away from me, and that was the best thing in my opinion. I was currently on my last nerves, and if he so much as breathed wrong near me, then he would have nothing short of a broken nose to show his pathetic wife and kids back home. This doctor was older, and he looked careful. He looked like the kind of man who chose his words like they could cut him back.I didn’t ask outright. I never did, partly because that wasn't my style, and simply because a part of me wasn't ready to hear the full truth yet. I asked about ti

Ronan's POV I didn't believe in having a shitty life. Yes, you had a couple of bad days, but that was it. I never allowed myself to dwell in them either. I always wrapped it up by being nonchalant about it, no matter what the fuck went wrong, and while that had always worked for me, it wasn't the case the time. Hell, it only felt like the more I tried, the faster things came crashing down. And like I wasn't already going through it, it just had to be Valentine’s Day at the club.Fuck. I wasn't sure how it had escaped my mind, not like I'd been paying attention to it anyway. Or maybe I had. Maybe if things hadn't gone south like it had, I would have come up with a surprise for Vivienne. Vivienne. I pushed her out of my mind the second she crept back in . She'd been doing that more often than I would like, and I would be a bloody damn liar if I said it wasn't getting to me. Valentine's day should’ve been a fucking joke, but it wasn’t. Not tonight.The club was lit up like a fuc