Semua Bab Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Police Chief Wilder Bowie showed up to our cell himself. And the frown on his face would have fooled a more naive person into believing he deplored the situation. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am,” he said as soon as he got to us, then turned to bark at the cop beside him to hurry up and let us out.I watched all the theatrics with a frown, while Sean let out a sigh behind me.“This was a whole mix-up, and Sabot will be facing disciplinary action.” The Police Chief continued when I cut him off.“Not enough, I will sue.”“You have every right to Mr Fletcher.” He said, “Once again, I am so sorry.” I frowned in suspicion, stepping out of the cell. There was little chance that Sabot had admitted that he messed with the breathalyzer, or that he had provoked us and lied about us attacking him.So why was Wilder pretending to apologize? “Let’s go, man.” Sean whispered, bumping against my shoulder as he walked past. And at the same time, Wilder said, “Please don’t tell your brother about

Time froze when my eyes found Olivia. She had her back turned to me, and the entire back was bare.There was not a shred of fabric covering the tiniest inch of it, and that gorgeous raven hair was pinned up in a low bun to give the spectator an unhindered view of her toned back.My eyes followed the tantalizing bead falling down the neck of her soft-pink dress to her waist.It dangled softly whenever she made even the tiniest movement, entrancing her spectator, a sensual taut against her naked back. I inhaled, finally noticing she had her hand tucked into Dean’s arm, who was speaking with Quiver’s COO.Why was she here with Dean, and what the hell were almost half the Executives at Quivers doing here?“Hey baby,” I heard beside me, and turned to find Sam clutching my arm. “You’re quite late.” She continued, already steering me away. “The others did not believe me when I told them you'd come. I cannot wait to see their faces.”And before I could get a word in, someone else had seen me

It was habit because I was already pulling out a chair for Olivia, before I realized I was doing it.And whether it was disapproval or her new terror of me that stiffened her back as she settled in the seat, I could not tell, but it was all too much to bear at this point.So I left to go sit beside Samantha again.If she had been boxed into showing up at the reunion, I wanted her to at least be comfortable away from my presence. There were harsh whispers now in the room, and Samantha smiled a little too brightly when I settled beside her again.For a second, I was confused till I realized this was some kind of victory for her over Olivia. I frowned, and my eyes traveled back to Olivia at the other side of the table. She stared at us, and the hurt in her eyes made me groan. Could I never win?I was still reeling from her asking us to break up, and she had looked so awfully scared of me that I thought it was best to give her distance. So why was she looking like I just stuck another

OLIVIA “You think because you are some trophy wife now, you can treat people this way?” Roslyn shrieked, her eyes wide.I couldn't help my laughter. “Isn’t that rich coming from you?” I reached out and flicked at her gold earrings. “when my taxes paid for that?”“You’re a bitch.”I shrugged, turning away. “Bitch! You shed all that fat, but I guess there is no cure for your disgusting nymph bitchiness.”“Shh.” I gestured to her to bring her voice down. “We can all hear your insecurities, babe.”That was the moment she raised her hand to slap me. I let her fingers brush my face, only moving my head away at the last second.Everyone gasped, and I smiled, thankful for their cameras. My only regret was that this wasn't Samantha, the sly witch was wise enough to pretend not to fight back.The first time my hand connected with Roslyn's cheek, the force reverberated through my arm and I suspected I had shaken her tooth loose.She gasped, backing away. But I covered our distance and my next

“Dean found out about us,” I said in the silence following the details of Colt and I's affair, which I originally wouldn’t admit to a priest.“Good,” Harper replied as the display sign of a popular strip club came into view.I inhaled, already feeling this was a bad idea. “Good?” I turned my eyes back to Harper.“It makes me so damn excited,” he responded, nodding to the valet who appeared as our car slowed down in front of the club. “I hope the thought eats a hole in that dark heart of his.” Harper lined his car behind the couple who had just stopped in front. And I took in the entrance teeming with elegant-looking people who claimed their access cards at the door and disappeared into the building.Harper stepped on the brakes, and turned to me, “Are you OK? Did he do something to you?”I shook my head. “My girl kept him in check.” I tapped the gun in my purse, and Harper’s eye twinkled in dark amusement.We stepped out of the car, and he walked around till he was standing beside m