Semua Bab His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

TESSA.The way he said he’d make sure no other man’s touch stayed on my skin made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way his voice dropped low and steady, like he’d already decided my body belonged to him.“You don’t own me, Jaxson. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” I shot back, even though the cuffs biting into my wrists said otherwise.His mouth curled slowly and dangerously. That smirk that always made me hate him and crave him in the same breath.“Not after I’m done with you.”Before I could snap back, the sharp crack of leather split the air. The whip stung across my thigh, hard enough to remind me he was holding the reins. A hiss slid through my teeth. The tip traced down my skin, slow, teasing, and dragging a fire that I refused to give voice to.My lips pressed tight, but a sound still caught in my throat. A moan, weak and treacherous.I tried to swallow it, to bury it, but his eyes caught the slip. He fucking knew. Just like he always knew.My mind scream

TESSA.I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair the best I could, then pulled on my clothes. My body was sore, but my pride was louder. I just needed to get out of here.I opened the door, already planning to storm down the hall, but he was leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting. Bare chest, sweat still clinging to him, and that damn cocky smirk that made my stomach twist.“Are you walking already?” His eyes dropped to my legs, lazy and sharp. “Careful, baby. They’re still shaking. Don’t want you collapsing on the stairs. Might have to carry you again.”Heat crawled up my cheeks, and I pushed past him, refusing to bite at the bait. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just because we had sex twice doesn’t mean you get to act like we’re married.”His arm shot out, palm flat on the wall in front of me, blocking my path. His body closed in behind me, and his voice dropped low, rough in my ear.“You think I give a fuck about marriage? This isn’t about rings or vows. It’s about you bei

TESSA.Engines were rumbling all around me, riders revving just to flex before the race. I stepped away from the circle, dragging at my gloves, trying to shake out the nerves. That’s when I caught two Fangs leaning against their bikes, talking in a low tone.“Change of route… they won’t see it coming… The cops know the decoy street.” One of them said.I froze. They thought they were slick, but I heard every word. Fifth Street wasn’t part of the official route, they were trying to bait us.The sound of bikes faded for a second, replaced by a heavy pounding in my head: the memory of Damien slamming his bike into mine during a race. He walked away that night without a scratch and would have laughed about it after.Not again. No way I was letting him or his crew blindside us like that.I spun around and walked straight back to the Serpents’ huddle. Nova noticed my face first. “What’s wrong with you?”“I heard the Fangs,” I said, my voice sharp. “They’re setting a trap. Fifth Street. Cops

TESSA.The halls buzzed with voices and lockers slamming. I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder, yawning into my sleeve. Mornings like this always dragged. I hated waking up early, hated dragging myself out of bed when all I wanted was another hour of sleep.Coffee did not even fix it.I was halfway down the hall when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, expecting maybe a text from Nova or one of the guys. But the screen lit up with a name I hadn’t seen in weeks.Mom.I slowed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. My thumb hovered. We hadn’t spoken since I left home, not after the fight. Not after she told me bikes weren’t for girls, that riding was reckless, that I’d end up just like my dad. That was the last thing I heard before I slammed the door behind me. Neither of us ever apologized.Still, I swiped to answer. “Hello?”Her voice came warm, lighter than I expected. “Happy birthday, Tess.”I froze mid-step. I had forgotten that today was my birthday. I always forget. Bir

TESSA.I was curled up on my couch, the half-empty bottle of tequila sweating on the table, my bare feet tucked under me. My throat was raw from the burn, but I poured another shot anyway. I didn’t care. If I drank enough, maybe this birthday would blur into nothing.The knock on my door didn’t stop, even when I ignored it. Then it opened without warning.“Tessa?” Nova’s voice cut through, sharp and disapproving.I groaned, pressing the rim of the glass to my lips. “Go away, Nova.”She didn’t. Of course, she didn’t. She walked in like she owned the place, plucked the glass from my hand, and set it down with a sharp clink.“You’re pathetic,” she said.“Thanks,” I muttered, reaching for the bottle.She snatched that too, lifting it above her head. “You really think I’m letting you sit here, drinking yourself stupid on your birthday? Alone?”I leaned back into the couch, glaring at her. “It’s my birthday. I get to choose how miserable I want to be.”Nova rolled her eyes, tossing the bott