บททั้งหมดของ My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

~Teyana’s POV~I woke up with my eyes still closed, stretching my hand to feel him, but he was no more there. All that was left of him was his scent. I expected that, yet, was disappointed.I rolled over lazily till my chest was sprawled against where he had been laying, my nose inhaling his scent deeper than necessary like an obsessed lover.His scent was still everywhere- a warm, addictive mix of his cologne and the faint scent of the shampoo he used. It clung to my pillow, to the sheets, to the air itself. It was almost enough. A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. I didn’t expect I would miss him this quickly, this fiercely.I had no idea if he left last night after I fell asleep or this morning, but my body felt like it had felt it him all night. Had he slept here? My mind unwillingly drifted to Zayne, wondering where he had headed last night after leaving in such angry mood- his strip club? To Stacy? His lousy biker friends? Or his apartment? I shouldn’t be worried about Zayne aft

I was panicking by the second. We’ve been here for hours, and Jeremy was not back yet. My mum had gone to sleep in another ward- for hours, and was already back, yet, Jeremy wasn’t back from donating blood.Mariah and her adopted daughter, Stacy, were seated together, tense. Connor sat at a distance alone- he hadn’t left since morning as well. John had ordered us food, but I had barely touched mine.I just wanted Zayne to wake, and Jeremy to show up fine. I looked at Chris, my arms folded on my chest. He’s been here since morning. He didn’t leave. I almost felt pity for him. Both of his best friends were sick. But at least we knew Jeremy would be okay. As for Zayne, I was damn scared.I went to Chris and slowly sat beside him. “Tey,” he acknowledged, his voice coming out tired. I only liked it when Jeremy called me ‘Tey’ but Chris had been calling me that lately. He got it from Jeremy’s mouth.Instinctively, my hand went to his back, he seemed to need the support too. “They will be fi

~Jeremy’s POV~I flicked on the brighter light, and that was when her gaze fell to my bare-stitched-reddish arm.I heard her breath caught. “You took the bandage off?” she asked softly, walking closer.“I was going to change it before you called in.” I replied, my eyes darting to the dressing aids for reference.“You shouldn’t leave it open like that.” She said, her voice gentle. She reached past me to the side table where the fresh dressing lay. “Sit.”I huffed, “Tey, you don’t have to—”“Sit, Jeremy.” Her command tone was almost hypnotic, compelling. I did as said, and sat on my bed.She stepped between my knees, close enough that I could feel the heat of her legs brushing mine. My towel suddenly felt too small. Too dangerous. Then she sat on the table beside the dressing, my parted knees housing hers. She seemed not to mind as she focused on my arm.Her brows pinched in concentration as she cleaned the area, dabbed the cream, smoothed the edges of the new bandage after applying i

~Jeremy’s POV~“This is…is crazy.” Teyana said in disbelief. A man. My instincts flared, but seeing Teyana this shaken drifted my attention right away.Her pupils were blown wide with panic, her breath catching in uneven little pulls.I was starting to get very angry. For some reason, I felt like it was my fault. And whoever this was, they better be praying I don’t lay my fucking hands on them. I wouldn’t hold back from inflicting harm, and I fucking meant every thought.I let the paper and rose fall from my hand, and faced her fully. I framed her cheeks with both my palms, forcing her trembling gaze to lock on mine.“Listen to me,” I said, my voice a deadly calm. “Not when I’m alive, Teyana. Nothing- nothing, gets to you. Whoever this is will have to get through me first.”Her breath broke against my thumbs, a soft helpless sound that hit me straight in the chest. For a second, she leaned into my hands like she was sinking into me, and I swear something inside me shifted— it tightene

~Jeremy’s POV~ Days had passed. Earlier this week, I had men fix hidden cameras in my house. I couldn’t continue staying at Chris’, and definitely didn’t want to be at my father’s. There was already too much tension in the family. Teyana was there also- atleast till school resumes. And we weren’t supposed to be seeing each other anytime soon. It’d already been one straight week of torture without seeing her. We texted at odd hours, but we kept it curt. I needed to focus on the real matters at hand. I kept moving through the days, doing what I could to chase answers. I tracked down the people who handled the projector the night of my father’s campaign dinner—same night our video leaked. They all swore the same thing- they had been hacked. Nothing could be traced. No fingerprints, no location, no glitch. As if someone had slipped in and out of their system like smoke. The lords hadn’t reached out. Chris hadn’t been suspicious. Bianca was on tour. She was all over lifestyle