Todos os capítulos de Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

It was the second afternoon, and I turned around in Colt’s bed to find him humming under his breath as he cleaned the suite himself.In my sleep, I had heard him cleaning the living room downstairs, progressing upstairs to the bathroom, and now he was mopping the floors of the bedroom. Quietly, I turned fully on my side to watch him, naked chest glistening with sweat, the mop stick looking like toothpick against his big frame as he hummed a familiar tone from Imagine Dragons, carefully sweeping the wet mop across the floor and moving towards the bed.I marveled that he cleaned his house himself, and seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. In the last two days, he made every single meal we ate, cleaned, and insisted on bathing me and caring for the cracks on my skin.He loved to work and it puzzled me. Was it one of those quirks people who were born into wealth had? From the moment I became Auclair by name, I almost never did any chores. Not at the Auclair mansion, and most defini

A biker’s funeral was like nothing I had ever seen. It was as majestic as it was fierce, they mourned loudly, grieved angrily, and made farewell rituals out of bike stunts.Growling bikes ran behind the hearse. Gunshots, chants, as the club’s flag flew above the hearse in the funeral procession to Meredith’s resting place.Meredith, that was her name, and her image smiled down at me from the large banner moving right in front of us.I stared up at the happy young woman who had bled out in my arms, arms that were now wrapped around Colt's waist where I sat on his bike.Her death hurt more when I found out that she was only nineteen. The same age, Colt and I’s story began. It felt like fate at this point, and if it was, fate was cruel. Which was no surprise.Colt kept me on the bike the whole time, and made sure the bike was always in motion even when his comrades got off theirs as the priest blessed the grave.He circled the entire width of the cemetery over and over till the mourners

I expected Tara to get mad, but she simply laughed. “Even if that someone is his daughter?” My spine stiffened, my mind returning to the story Sean told us about the Gyehna's pregnant daughter, whose boyfriend was one of the Conor bikers I shot that night I got the bullet wound.I turned to Tara now, “Why would she want to help us when I killed her man?”“She was one of our girls.”“What?” Tara nodded. “She was one of the Velaro girls, and it beats me why I didn’t remember her. She walked into my office on her own this morning.”“I don’t understand any of this,” I shook my head. “Why would the Gyehna’s daughter, a man who could afford to buy the entire country and pay in cash, want to join an escort organization?”“Freedom, and her own power.”“Then she got knocked up by a biker who lives off his family?” “The Conors are still millionaires,” Tara smiled. “And I guess she fell in love. Us women can be suckers like that.”“I don’t like this,” I said even though the idea was so tempti

OLIVIA The weeks passed, I got pretty good sleep, and spent time reading when I was not at Quivers or in the gym downstairs for hot yoga.And Dean, he stayed away from me indoors, but glued to me when we were out. We went to meetings outside the company together, business conferences, our staff’s personal events, birthdays, child christening, and even two weddings.But most importantly, we finally traveled for our honeymoon, which wasn’t really a honeymoon, because we slept with our backs turned and did not even eat together. Still, as soon as we stepped out the front door, we held hands and smiled lovingly at each other.The candid pictures of these moments flooded the internet and I knew Axel had something to do with them always trending.In no time, it was as if we had rewritten history. There were no more talks about cheating, or scandals. Our stock prices shot up, the board was happy and Dean and I covered three lifestyle magazines.Colt had rewired the algorithm, and in all tho

As soon as the bidding was done, and the party moved on to less formal activities, I joined the small string of people stealing away to the rooftop, grateful to be able to escape the torment of Samantha and Colt.I walked up the stairs blindly, confused. Was he with Samantha now? Did he push me away so he could be with her?But that did not make any sense because that was so unlike Colt. But whatever reason he had, why her? If he had to show up with a date to maintain the image that we were no longer together, and he had moved on, why Samantha? He could have come here with Tara.She was level-headed, mature and over the past few weeks we had formed a sort of friendship, or maybe friendship was too strong a word. Camdiere then? “Hello.” I heard beside me, and jumped. The man's face was unfamiliar, and I frowned, taking in his Zegna suit, Breguet Ref wristwatch, and cologne I suspected was something from the house of creed.“Hello,” I responded icily, not surprised but just irritate