All Chapters of Biker-in-law's Death Kiss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I lay flat on my back, panting like I’d sprinted uphill. But my ears were sharp, my attention hooked, as Colt laid out the plan.His advice was solid, surprisingly so for a man who didn't look like he read or knew anything about business.His ideas were the standard tricks to buying your competitors out of their own business. Create a neutral trust to start buying into their shares. Or set up a company with anonymous investors and begin purchasing shares at an easy pace to avoid drawing attention.“Is this a setup for money laundering, Colt?” I teased, turning on my side to face him.He flashed me that smile that had begun to stir things in my belly lately. Things that frightened me.“We’re in this together, Sonsy,” a lone finger journeyed to caress a strand of my hair back. “If this is money laundering, we'll wear matching orange coveralls.”I pulled an inch away so I could think clearly. There was something about Colt that made me want to fuck him every minute of every day. As

When the fist finally loosened its hold on my chest, I realized Colt was mopping sweat off my brows.Those hazel eyes bright with worry, his brows knitted in concentration.“Stop this.” I pushed away from him, standing up. Then I stood still for a second because the room contracted and expanded around me.I gulped air down and continued, “Stop the pretense. All you had to do was be honest.”I walked around him, as he stared up at me, perplexed. I kept my eyes away from the Oscar-worthy shot of him on one knee, wet rag in hand, and staring up at me with innocent eyes.“You wanted to fuck?” I glanced at him, “I wanted the same too. Hated your brother and wanted to fuck him over? Hell yea, count me in.” I raised the camera still in my hand.“But this?” I shook my head. “I don’t play shit like this. I am too old for games.”“How're you feeling now?” His voice was calm as he stood up, throwing me off guard.I had no idea Colt could be calm. Before, and right after my wedding to his brot

Emma knocked on the door, and Dean turned his neck. “Mr Fletcher is here.” She announced, and I did not miss the blush on her face. It was a struggle not to roll my eyes.Did her former bestie Samantha have any idea she had a crush on her man?“Shall we?” Dean got off my desk, and stepped back. I nodded, and Emma rushed in to take my laptop and phone before I could protest.My heart thumped, for obvious reasons, as I walked out the office into the adjoining lobby. But in the lobby, I froze, staring at the man who had his back turned in my direction.He swiveled around then, and my body tensed. Colt own a shirt? He was wearing one now, and he did the button all the way up except the top two. The way he looked, he might as well be the chairman.He looked… Refined and all business. Hair combed out of his face in backward waves, a black Roman cut Brioni suit, and a Zegna shirt that was the exact color of my suit.Was this another one of his antics? Had he seen me when I left for wo

My heart thumped as Dean drew closer, his footsteps suddenly louder like they were powered by a microphone.Leonardo Rossi tilted his tablet towards me, but I did not dare look at it.The last thing I wanted was to have a public scene with Dean on my very first day here.“Don’t you like it?” Leonardo was saying when Dean finally got to us.“What’s that?”I stopped breathing. “A gift for your wife. She looked too lovely not to pencil in.” He said, and my eyes widened to stare up at him.How were some men so audacious? Or were these two enemies, and he was trying to rile Dean up.“Oh, how lovely,” Dean said, taking the tablet from him and staring into it. I turned my wide eyes to Dean this time.Was this a joke? Was this an act before he threw the tablet against the wall?“You really should open a gallery, Leo,” Dean said, staring at the screen with all attention, “The way you play with shadows is just tasty.” He shook his head in wonder now.Leonardo Rossi laughed richly now, sinking

Dean stared at me from the head of the stairs, the large bouquet of red roses in his hand falling to the floor.“What kind of woman are you?” his voice was hoarse in disbelief. Despite my thumping heart, I stood stiffly.Although it was an illogical hope, there was a tiny chance he did not know about the affair and was simply talking about something else. This wouldn't be the first time such a thing has happened.But as he walked closer to me, I started to creep away from the door, turning so I could circle him and run down the stairs.If he was still unaware of the affair, I had to lure him away from here, so Colt could leave the bedroom unseen.“Don’t even dare.” Dean guessed my intention, his nose twitching. But I dared. I rounded him, running for the stairs.He tried to grab at me, but I twisted out of his reach. Unfortunately, I’d misjudged my distance to the stairs. I slipped.A maid shrieked, two guards lurking at the foot of the stairs ran forward, and even Dean reached o