All Chapters of Bad Boy Biker : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Three days into her new life, and Duke was everywhere. When he wasn't physically present—taking his coffee at the same booth each morning, eyes tracking her movements—he was haunting the town itself. The garage he owned on Fifth Street. The roadhouse where the Riot Kings gathered on weekends. The memories embedded in every corner of Riverdale.Valentina wiped down tables after the lunch rush, her muscles aching from the unaccustomed work. Her soft hands had quickly roughened, nails broken and cuticles raw.The bell jangled and she looked up, tensing at the sight of Duke. Alone this time."We're closed," she lied, though they weren't for another hour.Duke ignored her, sliding into his usual booth. "Coffee."Valentina didn't move. "I'm not serving you.""Yes, you are." His dark eyes held hers. "Because you need this job, and Hank wouldn't like you turning away paying customers."She hated that he was right. Hated even more how her body reacted to his voice, deep and commanding, sending

Morning light filtered through the small storage room window, painting stripes across Valentina's face. She blinked awake, disoriented. Something warm and solid supported her head—Duke's shoulder. Somehow during the night, they'd shifted closer, her body curled against his side, his arm around her.For one suspended moment, she allowed herself to feel the rightness of it. Then reality crashed back.She pulled away abruptly, standing to stretch her stiff muscles."Morning," Duke's voice was sleep-roughened, his hair mussed."Someone should be here soon to open up," she said, avoiding his eyes.He stood, towering over her in the small space. "Valentine—""Don't." She stepped back. "Last night was... we were trapped. Emotions were high. Let's not make it into something it wasn't."His jaw tightened. "And what was it?""A mistake." The word tasted like ash. "We can't go backward, Duke."Before he could respond, the storage room door swung open. Hank stood there, keys jangling."What the h

A week in the trailer, and Valentina had almost convinced herself she’d made the right choice. The locks were fixed—Duke had seen to that, along with patching the worst of the roof leaks. He’d found her a job in his garage’s front office, answering phones and managing the schedule. The pay was better than the diner, and she didn’t have to deal with grabby customers.She’d seen no sign of James. Maybe he’d given up. Maybe he’d never really been in town at all.And Duke... Duke kept his distance. Professional at the garage. Checking in with brief texts on the burner phone he’d given her. Nothing more.It should have been a relief. Instead, it left her restless, like an itch she couldn’t scratch.“You look like you’re about to fall over,” Axel commented as he dropped a stack of invoices on her desk. Of all Duke’s crew, he was the most approachable, treating her with gruff kindness.“Just tired.” Valentina stifled a cough. The truth was, she’d been feeling off for days. Headache. Sore thro

Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, painting stripes across the bed. Valentina blinked awake, disoriented. Her fever had broken sometime in the night, leaving her wrung out but clearer-headed.The space beside her was empty, but the imprint on the pillow told her Duke had stayed. The scent of coffee drifted from the kitchenette.She sat up slowly, testing her strength. Her body ached, but the bone-deep chill had subsided. Progress.“Morning.”Duke stood in the doorway, two mugs in hand. He’d changed clothes—someone must have brought him fresh ones. His hair was damp, like he’d showered in her tiny bathroom.“Morning.” Her voice was still raspy. “You stayed.”He handed her a mug—cream, no sugar, just how she liked it. Another thing he remembered.“Your fever spiked again around midnight.” He leaned against the doorframe, watching her over the rim of his cup. “Figured it was better to stick around.”“Thank you.” She sipped the coffee, letting its warmth seep through her. “F