Semua Bab His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

JAXSON.The second it happened, I swear my chest stopped working.One second we were flying neck and neck, engines screaming, the crowd going wild. The finish line was right there, so close I could almost taste it. And then—bam. Damien’s bike clipped Tessa’s. Hard.Her bike jerked sideways. She didn’t even have time to scream. The sound of metal grinding against asphalt tore through the air, and then she was on the ground, rolling across the track like a rag doll. Her bike spun out, sparks flashing, before it smashed into the side barrier.She just kept rolling. My stomach dropped when she slammed against the pavement, tumbling so close to the pole by the roadside that I swear my heart died for a second.I didn’t care about Damien. I didn’t care about the race. I didn’t even look back at the damn finish line.I hit my brakes so hard my back tire skidded. My bike almost flipped, but I didn’t give a damn. I threw it down and ran. My legs moved before my brain could even catch up.“Tessa

TESSAThe first thing I saw when my eyes opened was brightness. White walls, white light cutting through a half-open curtain. It took a second for my head to catch up, to remember why the hell I was lying here.Then it slammed into me.The race. Damien’s bike slammed into mine. The way the ground tore into my skin. The world was spinning as I rolled, the pole that nearly took my head off. And then nothing.My chest burned when I tried to breathe. My ribs ached, my forehead pounded, and my arm stung like hell. But none of that compared to the fire in my gut. Damien. That bastard couldn’t win clean, so he decided to throw me down like trash. That son of a bitch.“My head hurts,” I groaned.My eyes were struggling to focus. Then I noticed the door open. Jaxson came in and froze, a cup of water in his hand, his shoulders tense. His face was hard, but there was something else in his eyes that I couldn’t place.“Finally,” he said, his voice low and rough.My throat felt dry as sand. I tried

The second his mouth crushed against mine, my whole body lit up with fire, rage fire. My fists pushed at his chest, nails digging, but he didn’t move. The more I pushed, the tighter his hand locked around my neck, not choking, just holding, keeping me there like he owned me. Heat burned in my chest, fury pounding through my ribs, but the bastard kissed me harder, like my resistance only fed him.I twisted, trying to pull free, but he forced me back into the chair, pinning me down with his weight. His lips were relentless, stealing my air, making me breathless. My mind screamed to fight, to hate, to shove him off. And yet, underneath all that anger, my traitorous body burned with every brush of his mouth, every press of his grip. It infuriated me more than anything, that I could hate him and still feel this.I swore I wouldn’t give in. Swore I’d push him off and make him regret ever thinking he could take what wasn’t his. But my body betrayed me first. The heat in my chest spread lower

The kitchen felt too quiet after he left. His smoke still lingered faintly in the air, mixed with the leftover scent of my shampoo. I yanked open a cabinet, pulling down a pan just to hear the clatter against the counter. Anything to drown out the silence.I’d barely set it down when my phone rang from the bedroom. The sound startled me, sharp in the stillness. With a groan, I left the pan where it was and headed down the hall.The screen lit up as I grabbed it off the nightstand. Nova.I swiped to answer. “Hey.”“Tessa,” her voice was quick, worried. “How are you? I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay at the hospital with you yesterday. I had to take that test I missed this morning. It was a nightmare. I wanted to be there—”I cut her off softly. “It’s fine. I’m okay.” The lie came out flat.“You don’t sound okay,” she said, catching it instantly. “Are you in pain?”I hesitated. Pain wasn’t even the word. “I just… I need to clear my head.”“Then I’m coming over. I’ll be there in twenty.”“No.

JAXSON. The whiskey burned as it went down, but I welcomed it. Nights like this demanded fire in my throat. Ryder sat across from me in the garden, cigar smoke curling up into the night sky. “Damien’s crew won’t back down easy,” Ryder said, rolling the cigar between his fingers. “If we push, they’ll push harder. A rematch isn’t just a fight, it’s a fucking war.”I leaned back, boots stretched out on the gravel, glass dangling from my hand. “Then we end it in one night. Hit them where it hurts. No drawn-out bullshit.”Ryder smirked, smoke trailing from his lips. “You’re itching for blood.”“Always.”Before I could pour another drink, footsteps crunched on the stone. Cole strolled in, pissed off already, his phone clutched in his hand. His face told me he wasn’t here to drink.“You won’t believe this shit,” he said.Ryder chuckled. “That look? I’ll believe anything.”Cole glared at him before tossing the words out like knives. “Your sister carried my car and went to the club with Tessa