All Chapters of The Biker King's Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ronan's POV Good.That was the first thing I told myself after she walked out. Good. She saw it, and now, she knew where I stood. Only a fool would have witnessed what she did and decide to stick to the fact that things were okay between us. It was probably petty, but if I couldn't be happy, then she couldn't as well. I shook the thought out of my head as the club noise slowly came back into focus around me. The music, laughter, glasses clinking and what not echoed, but it all sounded distant, like it was happening in another room.Lana was still in front of me, her fingers curled into my shirt where she’d grabbed me after the kiss.“You surprised me,” she murmured, eyes gleaming. “Didn’t think you still had it in you.”I took another swallow of whiskey I'd snagged the minute we walked in here, letting it burn. “Don’t read into it.”She smirked. “Oh, I’m reading into it.”I didn’t look toward the door. I didn’t let myself. If I looked, I might see her, and if I saw her, I might…

Vivienne's POV By the time the sun came up, my legs barely felt like they belonged to me anymore.I’d been walking for hours, and believe me when I said that was the biggest understatement of the century. I didn’t even remember when I stopped knowing where I was going. I just kept moving, one foot in front of the other, past streets I didn’t recognize, and past people who didn’t look twice at me.The air turned colder as night settled in, and I found myself under a bridge with nothing but the sound of distant traffic and my own breathing to keep me company. I told myself I wasn't scared, but even the tiniest rustle had me jumping in my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself and curled into the concrete like it might swallow me whole, but the hoodie swallowed me instead.His hoodie.I told myself I only grabbed it because it was close to the door when I left,because it was cold, because it didn’t mean anything.But that was a lie, and I knew it. It still smelled faintly like him,

Ronan's POV The air in my office was thick with the scent of stale whiskey, cold tobacco, and the suffocating vibration of my own failure. I hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours and more, I was sure. My skin felt like it was buzzing, a low voltage current of pure, unadulterated rage that made every muscle in my body twitch.I paced the length of the rug, my boots heavy against the floorboards. I caught my reflection in the darkened window, and even though I wasn't one to care too much about my appearance, I was actually disappointed in myself right now. I looked haggard with my bloodshot eyes, and a thick, dark stubble that felt like sandpaper against my palms. I looked like a man losing his mind, because I was.Every lead was a dead end. Every contact I’d squeezed had come up dry. I’d spent the last few days tearing through my own men like a hurricane, handing out punishments for the slightest hesitation,and demanding a level of perfection that was impossible to meet because Vivienn

Vivienne's POV I didn’t sleep, not really, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again, the photographs. I saw the angles, the distance, all of them proof that I had never truly been alone.I tried not to think about it, but it sent literal shivers down my spine all through the night. Ronan's hoodie was useless when it came to warding off that fear, and it bothered me, more than I was willing to admit. By morning, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, but I still got up. I still opened the shop and I still forced myself to move like everything was normal, because what else was I supposed to do?The envelope sat hidden beneath the thin mattress in the storage room.I hadn’t opened it again. I didn’t need to, because I could feel it there, like a pulse I couldn’t escape.Forty-eight hours.I'd always loved the concept of time going by no matter what happened, but now, the tiniest thought that the clock was ticking, sent nothing but dread coiling in my lower belly. “Y

Vivienne's POV I stared at my reflection like it belonged to someone else, because maybe it did. The girl in the mirror wasn’t the one who had slept under a bridge two nights ago. She wasn’t the one scrubbing floors and counting change behind a register. She looked different.Dangerous.The skirt barely covered anything, hugging my hips like it had something to prove. The fishnets clung to my legs, drawing attention I didn’t want, and the top…I swallowed.The top left just enough exposed to make a statement I didn’t feel.I looked hot, I knew that, but I didn’t feel it, not even close. If anything, I felt like I was stepping into a version of myself I didn’t recognize, one that had been chosen for me and designed for a purpose I didn’t agree with.My fingers hovered over the hem of the skirt, tugging it down slightly, even though it made no difference.“This isn’t you,” I muttered under my breath.But it didn’t matter what I thought, not anymore at least. My gaze dropped to the