All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Up until the moment I walked arm in arm with Dean into my aunt’s party, I still wasn't certain I would help Levant escape. Risking my life just to confirm his claims from his partner was not an option, but at the same time, I doubted I had the confidence to call his bluff.With all the hard life lessons I have had to learn, you would think I should know better than to negotiate with a blackmailer.But this would affect Colt. This would break him if I let it happen. As Dean and I walked through the flower-bordered pavestone running up towards the party tent pegged in my aunt's backyard, a fire dancer breathed a huge ball of flames in our direction. The balmy heat of the flames snapped me out of my reverie, and I nodded in approval, as everyone nearby clapped at the performance, and Dean’s eyes shone strangely.Louise met us at the entrance herself, accompanied by my uncle Pierre. “Congratulations.” I smiled as I kissed her cheeks, and turned to hug my uncle. He beamed, but as soon

After I first saw Louise on my prom night. She knocked me out, and I woke up in a strange hospital abroad.My nose was swollen, my lungs burned, and I was groggy with what I would come to realize was anesthesia.Louise was sitting cold and crossed-legged beside me, and she told me how she just had a surgeon place a neural implant in my head. I was hers now, and any day I decided to run off, she would not chase, she would simply activate the implant to corrupt my brain and kill me. She would kill me for many thousand other reasons.The day I turned down any of her requests, she would kill me.The day I became useless to her, she would kill me.I believed her till I was an adult, and went for several CT scans myself. These professionals all confirmed there was something foreign in my head, which they assumed was a benign growth that simply needed monitoring.But no one was willing to operate on it. The chances of death from operating on it were too high to risk for something so benign

In my blind panic, my finger was halfway into squeezing the trigger, but it stiffened. I could not kill Colt. I drew my almost-numb hand back, and cracked down against his chin with the butt of my gun.He growled, more enraged than hurt, but his hand slackened enough around my throat for oxygen to sneak into my lungs.I pushed my knee up, aiming for his balls, but he anticipated it and leaned away from me, so my knee slammed into his inner thigh. The force was enough to stun him though, and I took the opportunity to run for the basement stairs, wheezing and gasping for breath. My lungs were on fire. As my feet thudded on the stairs, one of the masked men peaked in and his eyes fell behind me, “We have to leave, they...”“Guard the door!” I heard Colt's dark voice behind me. I gasped, just before his hand grabbed my arm. I sank my teeth into his wrist, and he groaned, his other hand closing around my neck again. I kicked his shin so hard with my pointed heel, he staggered, and t

Colt’s fiery gaze traced my skin, his brows almost touching.“Norio did this to you.” It was not a question. “Doesn't matter,” I reached out for my shawl, which was thankfully in a better state than my dress, and gave it a good shake. But he grabbed my shoulder, shaking me with a tight grip. “ You’re my girl, and I’ll decide what matters or not.”I shifted my gaze, my heart racing at the storm in those eyes. Had he always been like this, or did I hurt him into being a different person? This new version of Colt made me uncomfortable. “I’m done with everyone’s possessiveness,” I stated in a measured voice. “No one owns me. Not even you, Colt.”“I could remind you of all the thousand ways in which you are mine.” He muttered darkly, and my shoulders quivered as our eyes locked.I reached up to rub my eyes. “It’s been ten minutes. The Auclair guards would catch on anytime now.”"That’s my business.” He returned, “You’ve still got questions to answer, Livia. I will meet you back at the

COLT“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Tara Cox screamed after me. Tara never screamed, but she was practically shrieking now. “You almost died, and it’s not even been twenty-four hours.”“Take care of Levant. The dogs are taking him to Velaro,” I said gently, shrugging off my jacket and wincing from the pain of the simple movement. Everywhere hurt, it hurt to lift my hands, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to even keep standing. But at least the hurt in my heart was nearly gone.“Can you hear a word of what I’m saying?” Tara continued, walking around the desk in my study to stand beside me. “Your wound might just still be infected. Did she even ask you about your wound?”She stopped, and my head snapped up, surprised that she would finally shut up. But then her face was white, her round eyes tracing every inch of my bruised chest.“How did this happen?” Her voice was a disbelieving whisper. She reached out to touch my neck where Olivia’s heel had nearly punctured open, but I f