All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“Olivia.” Dean hurried after me as I stormed out of the garden. “Olivia!” And then he grabbed my arm, spinning me around.“No!” I yelled in his face. He grimaced, shaking his head, “What?”“You’ve done enough. Whatever delusions you have, snap out of it. Auclair group is not yours, and you do not get to undermine my authority because I’ve been civil with you.”“Civil? You don’t have any say in this!” he yelled, and I smirked darkly, closing the distance between us.“I’d like to see how you would force my approval.”“You will approve it!” He returned hotly, his eyes bottomless lava now. There was absolutely nothing Dean hated more than being challenged. It blinded him to reason, even when he was being manipulated. Like right now.“Why? Why the fuck will I let you partner up with a company that no one has heard of, sponsor a product with no market value, With.My.Hard.Earned.Money?”“Hard earned money? You speak like you built the Auclair group.”“I did! I gave the last seven years of m

“Get down. Get down now.” They barked like cops, and I fell across the console to the passenger's seat even though I knew they were not speaking to me.Flash of a gun, and I glanced at the backseat. “Don’t shoot at them, you idiot.” I yelled at my abductor, but he seemed too far gone from terror or shock to hear me because I saw him lift his gun and fire.A rattle of bullets followed, his body started to jerk, arms flailing as a torrent of bullets sunk into his chest, abdomen and head. Tires screeched, people on the road screamed as there seemed to be a burst of chaos everywhere. “Fuck.” I cried out, wrapping my hands around my head. Did they really have to kill him like that? Were so many bullets necessary?I heard them pull my door open now, and a masked head leaned into the car, “You OK, Ms?”I straightened up slowly to see cars reversing and people running into each other in confusion on the sidewalks. This car was thick with the smell of blood and urine from my dead abductor.

I flew off the floor. “Take it back. You cannot lie about someone who isn't here to defend herself.”My eyes were bulging with rage, and Louise flinched, backing away, fear making a rare appearance in her eyes as she seemed to realize that although she could kill me on a whim, I could hasten the process and drag us both down to hell.“Will you calm down?” She shrilled, backing away faster as I closed in on her, “I never said your mother cheated. She was in the process of a divorce which Theo was too stubborn to sign. She fell in love and got pregnant.”I froze, feeling all the air leave the room, a static sound starting in my ears. Now, that sounded more like Ruthie Auclair. But she would not hide such a thing from me. We were supposed to be friends?I stared at my aunt. How did she, the estranged sister, know this when I did not know this about my own mother?Could she be lying?But Louise was too arrogant to lie. She would slap you with the painful truth because she knows you can d

COLT I woke up to a loud, consistent bang in my head that seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere.  And sitting up with a wince, I cursed at the immediate stab of pain in my shoulder, a reminder of the bullet lodged there just nights ago. My head dropped into my open palms, heavy and beating, and that was the moment I realized that the outside bang was real. I stood up, instantly feeling the caress of Olivia’s lingering scent. I lied to her.  I lied to my Olivia, and I had no idea how I was going to live with myself till I found a solution to this. Lying was completely out of nature for me, but at that moment she mentioned the Rosetta, I couldn't think of any other ways to stop her from chasing it. The moment those men knew she was after it, any chance we had of saving her life would be cut out.&

It was a bad day. That much was clear enough to anyone who observed the weather. The sun wrestled to stay out of the clouds, and as they turned the sky into a battleground, the weather darkened, and brightened and darkened again.So by the time we arrived at the chapel where the funeral procession would begin, no one knew if it would rain or not. From the moment we stepped out of the car, I kept Axel close, feeling like the father of a mischievous child even though we were age mates.He couldn’t stand Mateo and that feeling persisted even in death. And despite sharing a similar emotion towards the dead man, I felt some chill and a bit of sorrow as we hung around waiting for the procession to begin.This was supposed to be my death. And this would likely have been my funeral, leaving Olivia alone and mourning, Dean gloating and relieved. I could not help wondering how much time I could afford to waste doing “whatever the lady wants” before it became too late, and then she died.Elev