บททั้งหมดของ The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Asher's POVAll day, I sat behind my desk in my study, a pen in hand and thinking about the previous night's event. Someone was surely playing games, and I needed to find that person out. I kept Zane close so he could investigate that motherfucking asshole who's playing games with me. “Sir?” His voice jolted me back to the room. I lifted a brow and faced him, humming a response. “It's on again” he said. I leaned away from the chair, leaning on my desk as I fixed my gaze on the laptop he had placed in front of me. My brows furrowed, seeing where her location was at the moment. Her house, papa's house, the rescue hotel. The location was frozen just in a spot, right in front of her house. “I'll check this out. Update me if it changes” I stood up from the chair, dashing out of the room immediately. I mounted my bike, heading to papa's house immediately. Soon, I was in front of his house, but there was no one. On my phone, the location still said the same location, right there be

Aliyah's POVToday, Tracy had a day off and decided to come stay at the cafe with me. She said she is coming just in case I needed help because of the severe body pains I had yesterday. The owner had no complaints and he let her stay. Tracy glanced around, before she turned her gaze to me and whispered. “You could have bought a cafe like this and you won't even feel like your money is running out” I groaned but laughed afterwards. “We're not at it again” “I wonder what use is having a lot of money” she grinned while shaking her head and laughing. “It'll be used to take care of homeless kids, broken girls like me, and used girls who have no one to lean on” I whispered back to her. Just then, an engine roared loudly outside. My gaze went to the door and I watched as a huge tattooed man dropped off the bike, taking his helmet off. He moved inside, his huge frame tilting to get through the small cafe door. He moved to me, greeting with his blue eyes getting casted downwards. “Welc

Aliyah’s POV“I have a daughter, Henry. I'm not racing anymore” I said to him.“You don't need to race, Lia. Please just help us train”There's no way I'm accepting to do this. No, Aliyah. You can't.I shook my head, knowing no matter what he says, I won't be accepting that. “I’m sorry. There will be other trained people you can get. I'm really sorry Henry.”His face dropped in disappointment, but when he talked again, I could tell he was someone who never gives up.“Please, you don't need to race, I just need you to stay and teach,” he said.“No. Don't even think about it!” I cautioned myself.There's Elara, I'm not putting her at risk of anything by getting myself involved with bikers again.But who was I kidding? Riding with Henry today, I knew I still wanted this life, a part of me wished I could ride often.A part of me wanted to keep feeling the peace I've always felt when I've always raced back at papa’s club.But this…..it would affect our current lives, affect Elara. I don't

Aliyah’s POVI left the club after a while. When I wanted to leave, Henry decided to drop me off, making me laugh. “I've got a car now, man” I laughed. He shrugged, his lips getting pressed into a thin line. “My bad”I said bye and left. Back at the house, I did nothing but talk with Tracy. By evening, it was almost time to pick the kids up from school. “I'll do it” Tracy said before I could start making plans of doing so. We both had a license, we both could drive so well. When she left to pick them up, I prepared dinner. They got back and yeah, the walls recalled that we had kids. Nosy ones who wouldn't stop telling us about how their days went. And we liked that. Hearing our children talk brings joy into my heart and I'm sure it's the same with Tracy. They talked about their mates, especially Collins who I've gotten to know from their talks that he might be an annoying fellow. The girls don't sound like they like him. Tracy had given them a shower. She had changed them i

Aliyah's POVMy daughter didn't stop crying. She wouldn't stop asking about her Daddy. That paused the party, and with every eyes on the both of us, it made her cry the more. Tracy moved closer and pulled her into a hug, but she refused to be hugged. “Let's talk about this after your birthday, Elara. You need to smile a lot today, right?” Tracy asked in the most friendly manner ever. “You both are hiding something. My Daddy, where is he?” She only cried. She wiped her tears, but they got replaced with fresh tears immediately. “Everybody has a daddy, why don't I?” Tracy didn't know what to tell her. I was also short of words, but I held her again, my hands holding her together. I forced a smile. “Look at me, baby”I caressed her shoulder, holding back my own tears. “Baby, can't I be your Mommy and Daddy?” Elara sniffled back her tears, but she shook her head. “You are my mommy, not my daddy” She's just two years old, but she doesn't give up. She makes me forget how to win an