All Chapters of Bad Boy Biker : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Valentina stood in the kitchen of her Westside mansion, arranging white roses in a crystal vase. Perfect flowers. Perfect vase. Perfect life.All of it a lie."You look beautiful, darling." James entered, already dressed in his suit despite it being only seven AM. "Big day today?""Charity luncheon at noon. Then the gallery opening tonight." Valentina's smile was automatic. Practiced. "You?""Meetings until six. I'll try to make the gallery thing." James kissed her cheek. A husband kiss. Polite. Passionless. "Don't wait up if I'm late.""I never do."After he left, Valentina stared at the roses. They'd cost three hundred dollars. James wouldn't notice. He never noticed anything about her anymore.The phone rang. Her sister Melanie."Lunch today?" Melanie's voice was bright. Too bright."Can't. Charity thing.""Right. The charity thing." A pause. "Val, we should talk. About—""I have to go. Running late." Valentina hung up before Melanie could finish.They'd been distant lately. Melani

# Bonus Chapter 4: Coming Home**Valentina's POV - Their First Night Together After Reuniting**Valentina stood in Duke's apartment, heart hammering. They'd been circling each other for weeks since she'd returned to Riverdale. Tension building. Want growing. Need consuming.Tonight, it all came to a head."You sure about this?" Duke asked, standing by the door like he might bolt. "Once we do this, there's no going back. No pretending we're just old friends.""I don't want to pretend." Valentina moved closer. "I want you. I've wanted you since I came back. Since before. Always."Duke's jaw clenched. "Val, if we do this—if I touch you—I won't be able to stop. Won't want to stop.""Good. I don't want you to stop.""You don't understand." Duke closed the distance between them, hands gripping her arms. "I've waited ten years for this. Ten years of imagining. Wanting. Needing. If I have you now, I'm keeping you. No more running. No more leaving.""I'm not running." Valentina's hands slid up

# Bonus Chapter 6: The Perfect Moment**Duke's POV - Planning the Proposal**Duke stared at the ring in the jewelry store display case, palms sweating. Three thousand dollars. More than he'd ever spent on anything except his motorcycle."You sure about this?" Axel asked beside him."Yeah. I'm sure.""That's a lot of money, brother.""She's worth it." Duke looked at his best friend. "I'm going to marry her, Axel. If she'll have me.""She'll say yes.""How do you know?""Because she looks at you the way you look at her. Like you're the only person in the world." Axel clapped his shoulder. "Buy the ring. Make it official."Duke signaled the clerk. Fifteen minutes later, he walked out with a ring box in his pocket and terror in his heart.---Planning the proposal took three weeks. Duke wanted it perfect. Romantic. Memorable."Take her to the overlook," Axel suggested. "Where you first kissed.""Too obvious.""The bookstore? During closing?""Too public.""Then what?"Duke thought. Where

# Bonus Chapter 8: Letting Go a LittleEmma stood at the bathroom mirror for forty-five minutes.Duke timed it. He'd been standing outside the door, coffee going cold in his hand, listening to the sound of hairdryer and anxiety."Emma. The bus—""I know about the bus, Dad.""It leaves in twelve minutes.""I KNOW."Duke caught Valentina's eye across the hallway. She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile, and went back to making JJ's lunch. This was Duke's crisis to navigate.He knocked again. "Emma. Talk to me."Silence. Then the door opened. Emma stood in the doorway in jeans, a white top, hair straightened. She looked exactly like she did every other day, except for the terror in her eyes.She was fourteen. Starting high school today.Duke remembered fourteen. Remembered being terrified of everything but showing nothing."You look great," he said."I look like a freshman.""Because you are a freshman.""Dad." Emma's voice was anguished. "Freshmen get eaten alive.""By who? I

# Bonus Chapter 10: Like Father, Like SonJJ Morrison turned sixteen on a Sunday in March.He woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of his father moving around in the garage below his bedroom. Not unusual. Duke was always in the garage.What was unusual was the note on JJ's pillow.*Get dressed. Meet me outside. Don't tell your mother. - Dad*JJ dressed in thirty seconds.Outside, in the driveway, sat a motorcycle. Not Duke's usual bike—a smaller one. Older. Clearly rebuilt from parts. Blue and chrome, gleaming in the morning light.Duke leaned against it, arms crossed, watching his son's face."That's—" JJ stopped. Started again. "Is that for me?""Built it myself. Over the past six months. Parts from the garage, frame from a salvage bike." Duke straightened. "Happy birthday."JJ walked around it slowly. Touched the handlebar. The seat. The chrome exhaust. "Mom's going to kill you.""Probably. But she'll forgive me." Duke tossed him a helmet. "Want to learn?""Right now?""Righ