All Chapters of Bad Boy Biker : Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

# Bonus Chapter 22: What's BuriedDuke hadn't visited his father's grave in eleven years.It wasn't deliberate avoidance, exactly. More that the grave existed in a category of things he simply didn't go near—the barn property, the old Reynolds land, the entire chapter of his life that had nearly destroyed him twice. After the truth came out about Connor, after the body was properly identified and reburied in the town cemetery instead of behind a barn, Duke had paid for the headstone and never gone back to look at it.Grace was the one who brought it up. Seventeen at the time, deep in a school project about family history that required actual research instead of the usual creative interpretation she preferred."I need to know about your dad," she told him over dinner. "For the project. Just basic stuff—when he died, where he's buried."The table went quiet. JJ, twenty-one and visiting for the weekend, looked up sharply. Emma's fork paused halfway to her mouth."Why do you need that?" D

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full CircleMia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were."Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to.""You're seven," Emma said, not looking up from the dishes. "Seven-year-olds don't ride motorcycles.""Grandpa Duke could hold me. Like a baby carrier but bigger.""That's not how motorcycles work, sweetheart."Mia huffed with the specific frustration of a child who believed adults were arbitrarily withholding joy. She'd inherited her grandfather's stubbornness in full measure, which everyone found simultaneously endearing and exhausting.Daniel appeared from the garage—Duke's garage, where he'd been helping with some project desp

# Bonus Chapter 26: All of UsThe Morrison house could no longer hold all of Christmas comfortably, but they tried anyway, every year, because tradition mattered more than square footage.Valentina stood in the kitchen at six in the morning, the only one awake, coffee brewing while she surveyed the counters already crowded with prep for the day ahead. Twenty-three people were expected by noon. Twenty-three people who all needed feeding, all needed space, all needed to feel like this overflowing house was exactly where they belonged.Duke appeared behind her, sleep-rumpled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're up early.""Someone has to start the turkey before the chaos arrives.""I could have helped.""You'd have burned something and then insisted you didn't burn it." Valentina leaned back into him. "This is my domain. You handle the outdoor heaters and make sure the garage is presentable for whoever inevitably ends up out there.""Fair division of labor." He kissed her temple.