All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Melody’s POV My head was killing me, the motion of the vehicle underneath me making me get a migraine. “….and that is the extent of the damage..” I heard someone talking above me on what sounded like a cellphone. I tried to keep my breathing even and low, hoping they didn’t notice me coming to. “Fucking hell!” The person slammed their fist into the dashboard, obviously pissed about something. “The damage was minimal, only a few buildings downtown, some farm fields, and for some reason and suv just outside of town on the highway.” “The Alpha isn’t going to be pleased with that.” The driver said, his voice tense with the news. “No doubt. I wonder how they discovered most of the bombs, my network mentioned nothing about it and it looks like they found all but a handful of them.” “Bad luck on our part maybe?” The driver questioned. “There is no luck in life, Ben; there is success and there is failure. Tonight was failure and I do not plan on being on th

Chip’s POV I felt bad for leaving my brother in arms behind, but after nearly seventeen years together it was time. Heather was more important to me now, her safety was paramount. When Heather had heard the Alpha of Black Haven would be in town, I knew I had to get her out of there and fast. We had taken side roads out of town heading south, hoping to avoid any possible run-ins with the pack. We had gotten to the town of Liberty before our luck ran out. A police blockade was present, presumably to check for drunk drivers. “Goddess,no..” heather said under her breath. “What’s wrong, babe?” I tensed my hands on the handlebars, sensing Heather’s distress. “They’re Black Haven, I recognize the one on the right there.” Heather whimpered under her breath, and I could feel her fear through our mate bond; which we had consummated before we left. “Hold tight, babe.. I’m going to pretend we’re turning into get gas here. When we’re done, I’ll find us a side s

Chester came over then, having wiped his bloody hands against his thighs, the suit he was wearing earlier torn and shredded all over. He yanked the clipboard from Karen and began to read it, ignoring the lady completely. “How did you end up here, Karen?” I was finally able to muster. She held her tongue, daring not to speak and glaring at me. “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to let this psycho here have fun with you.” I gestured to Axel who was currently sniffing and gaging at the blood on the tire iron. “You wouldn’t dare.”Karen glared at me through slitted eyes, probably deciding that I was bluffing, her ego winning out over common sense. “Axel?” I said his name even and calm; knowing that if I touched her, I would kill her. Axel stepped up to Karen and grinned in a childlike manner, making her scoff. Just when she was relaxed he swung the tire iron at her leg, snapping the kneecap with one singular blow. Karen’s scream rang out over the cornfield, making bir

“Relax, hon. I don’t swing that way.” He winked at me. There was an irregular ruffle to the hem of the crimson dress and the slit went almost as high as my blue dress. “Oh, great!” He sounded pleased. “We wear the same size!” He held up a shoe to my foot that was black and had straps wrapping around the heal. He slipped off both of my shoes and put them on his own feet, then put the black ones on me. He sat back in the chair and admired his work. “Well, that will just have to do. He better thank me too, even though he didn’t ask me to do this.” He winked at me again. “Now where are my manners? Don’t people usually exchange names before getting naked the first time?” He laughed to himself. “I’m Gaston, and I’m sure you met our sister Karen at the party!” I baulked at that reveal. Karen was a spy? I should have realized that though. No Karen could be trusted. “And our older brother is Dominic, or I should say your mate to be!” He sounded ecstatic, looking at me like I should

I braced myself and walked into the room. My brother was in the middle of the king sized bed, wires and tubes hooked up to him at all angles. His skin was spattered with bruises and looking hollow. “Hey, squirt..” Thomas wheezed out between breaths. “Hey, TomTom… You’ve looked better.” I walked towards the bed as Thomas laughed. “Yah… Have to admit, I feel like shit.” Thomas wheezed and coughed, catching his breath after the laughing fit. “Where’s the old man?” I looked around the room, surprised that I didn’t see his father there. “You know him, always working.” Cleo, the youngest sister, brought over a cup of water for Thomas to sip on. “And Greg?” I saw my mom wince a little, looking out the window instead of at me. Thalia was the one to speak up first. “Gregory is taking it hard; he blames himself for being a beta and not being able to help out. He knows how much you love traveling, and he’s always looked up to you.” She sat down o