Todos os capítulos de Bad Boy Biker : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

# Bonus Chapter 13: The BoyfriendHis name was Daniel Park. He was seventeen. He drove a sensible car, got decent grades, and had the misfortune of falling for Emma Morrison—whose father was Duke Morrison, president of the Riot Kings, six foot two, two hundred and fifteen pounds, and deeply opposed to the concept of teenage boys.Emma brought him home on a Sunday. Presented him at the front door like she was presenting evidence in a trial."This is Daniel. He's been driving me to school for two weeks and I should have mentioned it sooner but I wanted to make sure he wasn't weird first." She looked at Duke. "He's not weird."Daniel looked at Duke. Went slightly pale. "Sir."Duke looked at Daniel for a long moment. "Come in."They sat in the living room. Duke in the armchair. Valentina on the couch beside him with her hand firmly on his knee—the universal signal for: don't be unreasonable about this. Emma and Daniel on the other couch with approximately six inches of enforced space betw

# Bonus Chapter 15: ProspectJJ turned nineteen in March and told his father he was done with college.He waited until they were alone in the garage—JJ's natural habitat, same as Duke's—rebuilding a '72 Triumph that had come in as parts and would leave as something extraordinary. He waited until Duke was deep in the engine, which was JJ's instinct: deliver hard news when the other person has something to do with their hands."I want to leave school," JJ said, not looking up from the carburetor he was cleaning. "And I want to officially prospect for the club."The garage went quiet.Not the bad kind of quiet. The kind where everything pauses while someone decides how to respond."Tell me your reasoning," Duke said."I've been doing the garage work since I was fourteen. I know engines the way other guys know calculus—intuitively, completely. School is teaching me theory I already understand intuitively, with debt added on top." JJ set down the carburetor. "And I've been riding with the

# Bonus Chapter 17: The Quiet OnePeople underestimated Grace Morrison because she was quiet.This was their mistake.She was seventeen, the youngest of three, and she had spent her entire life watching. Watching Duke and Valentina navigate marriage. Watching Emma be confident and complicated. Watching JJ be steady and purposeful. Watching all of it, filing it away, saying almost nothing.Teachers wrote: *Grace is attentive and thoughtful. Could participate more in discussion.* They meant well. They were missing the point.Grace participated. Just not out loud.Her participation was the mural she painted on the wall of the community center when she was fifteen—the one the local paper wrote a half-page article about. Her participation was the portraits she made of club members, each one rendered with the specific accuracy of someone who watched people without them noticing. Axel saw his portrait and didn't speak for thirty seconds. Duke looked at his and said only: "That's honest." It

# Bonus Chapter 19: What She BuiltValentina had a habit. Had it for years, since the first store, since the nights when the kids were finally asleep and Duke was at the garage and the house was quiet in that particular way that felt like held breath.She went to the bookstore.Not to work. Not to restock or plan or review numbers. Just to be in it. Alone. In the building she'd built from nothing.Tonight was one of those nights. Third location. The biggest one. She let herself in through the back, didn't turn on the main lights. Just the low ones—the warm kind she'd installed along the floor, meant to stay on through the night.The store smelled like paper and coffee and the specific particular smell she associated with exactly nowhere else. Her smell, in a way. The smell of the decision she'd made when she came back to Riverdale without a plan and built one piece by piece.She walked the aisles slowly. Ran her fingers along spines. Stopped at the display she'd arranged earlier this

# Bonus Chapter 21: ClosureThe trial had taken eighteen months.Eighteen months of postponements, motions, evidence hearings—the slow grinding machinery of the justice system handling a case with explosives, attempted murder, kidnapping, and arson all stacked together. Eighteen months in which Valentina had testified twice, sat through hours of Marcus's lawyer trying to paint him as a man undone by love rather than a predator who'd nearly killed her.She'd taken a leave from the bookstore the weeks she testified. Duke had gone with her every single day, sitting in the gallery, his presence a steady weight she could feel even when she wasn't looking at him.The sentencing hearing fell on an ordinary Tuesday in November. Gray sky, cold wind, the kind of day that made the courthouse steps feel especially institutional and bleak."You don't have to come," Duke had said that morning, watching her get dressed in the dim bedroom light. "The lawyer said the verdict's basically a formality at