Todos os capítulos de Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

“Your wife?” Samantha laughed manically as I felt Dean’s presence behind me. He placed a hand on my shoulder from behind, and squeezed gently. “You were never this blind while we were growing up.”“Will you insult me now too?” Dean’s voice was quiet, and I knew him too well not to see the danger in that.But Samantha, who claimed to have grown up with them, was too blind to see it. Whether she was ignorant, or arrogantly stupid I would never know, but she continued.“If that’s what it would take you to open your eyes, then by all means call it an insult.” She replied. “Do you know how pathetic you look in those loved-up photos when the whole country knows she is fucking your brother?”“Samantha…” I started to say, but Dean applied a little more pressure on my shoulder and I went quiet.“I know. I’m not blind,” he said, still in that easy, measured tone. “Will that make you stop bitching about this?”Samantha gasped, stunned, and then she looked at me skeptically, like she could not u

I sat at the back of the van, staring at the dogs’ masks and their stiff bodies. They looked just like statues, like clay soldiers with their guns hanging from their knees. But at the snap of a finger, they would move into action, quick and efficient. The sound of a car drew me out of my thoughts, and I stared into my phone screen at the footage from the drone we had hovering overhead.Louise’s car was now pulling up towards her mansion. I waited for the car to stall, the tires bursting with a loud bang from the spikes we had buried on the road, and then I stepped out.I walked past her guards as the dogs subdued them and stopped by her backseat window. Balling my gloved hand into a fist, I punched the glass twice and reached in to pull the door open.Louise was already turning in the backseat to run when I grabbed her by the hair, and hit her face against the demarcation glass. Then I relaxed against the seat, waiting till she was done screaming, and turned to me with a red, blood

OLIVIA Two murder attempts and three tumultuous weeks later, the first happy event in my life was happening. It was the celebratory dinner after the Quivers and Omnexa merger. In more ways than one, I now legally owned half the company regardless of whether Dean left or not.But he was going to leave. He was a shell of himself at this point, I made sure of that.But despite these victories, I was the unhappiest I had been since the wedding. Most of my unhappiness came from Colt, which was a shock seeing how he was the person I loved the most in this world.He moved back into the Fletcher mansion, and stuck by my side every second. He intercepted the two murder attempts from random men who were after the hundred million dollar bounty.But still, I felt the furthest I had ever felt from him.These feelings only receded during our height of passionate love making, everywhere in the damn mansion, my matrimonial bed unexempted. We devoured our bodies, taking solace in the pleasures the

He placed his thumb below my chin, tilting my face up. “I’ll never let what happened to Meredith repeat itself. Sam was a bitch, but even she did not deserve to die like that.” His eyes were flashing now. “I'm never slacking up again, Sonsy.”I pressed my lips. I understood him, I really did, after all, I was the one dying, but I wasn't planning on substituting my life with anyone’s, especially an innocent man like Pierre.This was supposed to be simple. As soon as I gave Louise Rosetta she would be happy to leave me and Morvian in peace. She would be ready to accept the fact that she would never get that Fletcher baby she so badly needed.“I will not let you die, Olivia. If that’s the first thing we get to wrestle for, be my guest,” he pinched my chin now.“What exactly do you plan to do with Pierre?” I fisted my hands by my side. “It’s a wonder Louise has not blown my head off this whole time for what you did!” I tried to step away from him, but his hand behind my neck tightene

The Fletcher guards led me through the crowd of reporters who seemed to be growing in size by the minute, flashes, questions, more flashes. I settled into the backseat as Colt climbed in through the other door.We were in Dean's car and Colt was seated in the position Dean would have been, the same spot he was just hours ago when we rode to this party. The car moved, pulling away from the hotel, and before I could say a word, he took my hand. “That guard, he was the mole.”“What?” I frowned. He caressed my hand as our car pulled past the orange lights from the ambulance illuminating the night.The night was heavy, heavy with the shock of people who had just witnessed their boss murder his CEO's guard, heavy with the police sirens driving just behind the van where Dean was currently strapped in, restricting because he was termed dangerous. “You remember how Levant could always get into my house to plant cameras and even Axel's car I borrowed one time? I knew there was a mole among