All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The wedding gift

Dean was waiting outside the priest's office.My heart jumped, but I managed to keep a calm appearance.“Did you see her?” I asked, making sure to get the first word out.“Who?” Dean frowned suspiciously at me.“I asked Emma to get me something.” I held his gaze.“What were you doing in the priest’s office, Olivia?” He was staring at me hard, like his eyes were X-rays, and he could see my skeleton, and thoughts too.“You don’t want to know,” I replied, looking away.“Oh, trust me wifey. I do.” He moved closer. “Please tell me what you were doing in the priest’s office for so long. You could not have been praying, the priest was with me the whole time.”“What are you insinuating?”“Nothing a second ago. But now? I think you are buying time to tell the perfect lie.”I squinted at him. Was it not just interesting how you never really knew a man till you married him?“Olivia?”“I got my period, Dean.” I shot out. “Satisfied, hubby?”“No.” He moved to my left and stretched his hand out,

A bloody game

“How do you like your present?” Dean’s face appeared before me, grinning. I stood still, staring at the hanging man in disbelief. His floral suit had gone from the green it was this morning, to red. His eyes were swollen shut, and every other part of him was unrecognizable. It seemed he was bleeding from everywhere. Even his hair was a wet sticky mess. “Olivia La Rose,” Dean said gently, circling me. “You were rumored to be tough.” He stopped. “It’s disappointing that you did not scream. I thought that’s what women do.” “What is this?” I spoke up finally, my eyes still on the man who was groaning now. I feared his lungs might be collapsing. “My wedding gift to you,

Marry the younger brother

I narrowly missed Dean's bolt as I ran back, and pushed Keith out of the way just at the last second. I heard a crack, and plaster dusted to the floor like fine snow. I looked up with wide eyes and realized the hook holding Keith’s rope to the ceiling was coming loose. He might just fall at the next swing and die since he was upside down. “Take,” I slipped the dagger into Keith’s hand. “You have to reach up and cut yourself loose.” “I can’t do it,” Keith said in panic. “I can’t either.” I yelled at him, my body trembling as Dean began to turn around, bolt loaded. “You are too high up.” The man’s face was at my own head level, there was no way my hand would get to the rope holding him up there without a ladder. I pushe

Committing murder?

“What do you mean put him down?” I stared at my aunt. “You did not say anything about putting anyone down. I am here to steal the Rosetta file.” “And how do you intend to do that?” I stared at her, stunned. “You expect me to commit murder?” I whispered, as my head spun. “Who said anything about murder.” Her eyes went hard. “And what is wrong with murder?” “What?” “You are forgetting yourself, girl.” She let out a dark smile, a smile that reminded me too much of Dean, and a shiver ran through me. “If I say jump, you say how freaking high.” She leaned in to stare in my eyes. “Your life is mine, Olivia.” “Take it,” I said, as the first tears jumped into my eyes.&

Like a Wh¤re

I brushed the stranger's hand off me and kept walking. I arrived at the DJ stand after staggering twice on those awful stairs leading up here. "Bloody hell," the music was so loud in this area it felt like drowning in euphoria. The DJ spotted me, and waved the security off as he left his stand to hold my hand. “Heeey baby,” he smiled down at me, and as I stared up at him, I was again reminded why I had made a great effort to change my appearance. This celebrity DJ would not have taken a second look at the old Olivia, that sweet, fat teenager with her many rolls. “Hi,” I said, and he smiled even more widely. “You’re American.” I bit back my laughter, there was nothing these foreigners loved more than an American woman. “I&rsquo

Fill me up

I was back at the office. Dean’s office actually, at the Fletcher headquarters. I jerkingly pulled out all the shelves, scanning the office for any clues on how to easily access the Rosetta Guide. I gasped, and stumbled back when the door burst open suddenly. Colt stood at the door, staring at me. “What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” I shot back, flustered. “This is my husband’s office.” He continued staring at me, and when he raised his hand, I noticed the ice-cream cone. I frowned at the oddity. Who could have guessed this tattooed rogue enjoyed ice cream cones? “I got this for you.” He raised the cone up like some offering, kicking the door shut with his boot. “But if you are go

Till death do us part

I stared at Dean, my heart beating rapidly. There was no lying-my-way out of this. That had been a vivid dream, and I had called his brother’s name a million times. Silence echoed as we stared at each other in the dim-lit bedroom. “What can I not find out?” “What?” “Who were you talking to in your dream?” Dean’s voice was deceptively low. “What can DEAN not find out?” My heart thumped hard against my chest, and resumed the normal beat again. He would not be asking if he knew. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I started to roll out of bed. “It was a dream.” Dean yanked me back, and I found myself staring into his eyes. “Wha

Unpleasant surprise

COLT I twisted the throttle, raising the bike till it was standing on just the back tire. Pedestrians on the road gasped, and some pointed in my direction. I smiled, temporarily feeling ten feet tall. I was itching to race. Although I bought a new bike, I have yet to find a biker's community here in Rome. Fuck it all. I'll return to the US tomorrow morning. I turned the bike around, suddenly bored, and drove back home. I could as well go to bed early since I had a long flight ahead of me come morning. One of the bodyguards took the bike from me as soon as I got off, while the other stretched his hand out for my helmet. “Happy birthday, sir,” he said, grinning brightly. I blinked, taken aback by the unusual cheerfulness. &nb

Your little girlfriend

“Should’ve turned on the light,” I said, took a quick glance at the hallway, and closed the door.Olivia said nothing, just stared at me.And I burned. I wanted to fuck her till her ice broke, and she moaned my name.“What do you want, Olivia?” I said, ripping my leather jacket off.I was done with the games. I wanted more than sex. Her eyes were expressionless as she stared at my chest, but I noticed her knees pressing together.It was a slight movement; any other person would have missed it, but I knew her too well.“You came to watch me undress?” I asked, lowering my zipper and stepping out of my pants.I was hard as fuck now. There was no way to avoid it. I was attracted to the woman and she knew it.As her cold eyes traced my dick print, I remembered her warm mouth around it, and my briefs strained against my erection.“Someone is trying to blackmail me.” She looked away. “What?”“I suspect it’s your new girlfriend. She sent an audio recording of Prom night, with a promise to

Our wife

“Colt?” I heard Dean’s voice now as he walked closer. I slid the door open while Olivia’s eyes grew wider, and walked out. “I thought if I just ignored you, you'd take the hint.” I turned on the light and stood large before the bathroom door, my hands up on the door frame above. Aunt Sienna shrieked and ran out. “Put on some goddamn clothes.” Dean stared down my body. “I have a guest. You disturbed us.” Dean winced in irritation and began to turn away, mumbling, sorry. But he paused suddenly and turned around. “Olivia was here.” And I heard her little gasp from the bathroom. Dean was looking round my bedroom suspiciously now. “I don’t care. Go find your arroga

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