บททั้งหมดของ His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

JAXSONThe morning air outside the station was sharp, heavy with that smell of wet asphalt and metal. The kind that seeps into your clothes. I squinted against the sunlight as Ryder signed the last paper, his expression unreadable.When the officer finally handed me my things back—wallet, keys, phone—I just shoved them into my pocket and walked toward the car. I didn’t say a word. Neither did Ryder. The silence between us carried more weight than any argument could.Once we were both inside, he started the engine, eyes fixed on the road. The car rolled out of the lot, the low hum filling the space between us.“You know Dad’s pissed,” Ryder said flatly, still not looking at me.I leaned my head back against the seat. “When isn’t he?”“I’m serious, Jax. He called me twice to his study last night. Said you embarrassed the family, got the club’s name dragged into police hands. He’s waiting for you at home.”I nodded once. “Let him wait.”Ryder glanced at me, frowning. “You’re really not g

TESSAThe car kept moving, and I stopped counting the hours somewhere after the first thirty minutes. The city lights blurred into one long smear of yellow and white. My wrists burned where the ropes bit into my skin. Every bump in the road made something ache. The guy beside me hummed to himself like it was a road trip. I kept my mouth shut because every word I tried to say earned me a slap, and slaps did worse than bruise.When the engine finally died, I almost cried from relief, but the relief was stupid and small. The door opened, and cold air hit me like a punch. I tried to kick before they lifted me out, but my feet found nothing solid to push off. The man’s grip on my arms was like iron; he didn’t even slow when I screamed.They carried me up a short set of steps into a building that smelled like old wood and oil. The light inside was weak, bare bulbs that flickered when someone walked past. There was a low hum, the kind of empty sound a place made when it had been forgotten. C

JAXSONAs soon as I walked into the house, I saw my father and Ryder coming down the stairs.They both froze when their eyes landed on me. My father’s face hardened instantly, his jaw tightening as he said, “Where have you been, you bastard?”I didn’t bother to answer. I just kept walking toward the stairs.Ryder’s voice came next, rough with concern. “We’ve been looking for you, Jaxson. Everyone’s been worried—”His words faded the moment I walked past them without saying a word and climbed up the stairs.“Stop right there!” My father’s voice boomed through the house, deep and sharp enough to rattle the walls.But I didn’t stop. I kept walking, my boots echoing in the hall as I reached my room. His voice followed me, growling my name like an angry wolf, but I didn’t turn back.Inside my room, I went straight to the wardrobe. My hands moved fast, almost mechanical, as I grabbed my gun and shoved it into my back pocket. I threw on my leather jacket. My heart pounded against my ribs so

JAXSONThe cuffs bit into my wrists and the metal vibrating at the other end felt like a fist around my guts. I stood there with my shoulders pressed up against the cold pillar, trying to breathe slowly. My hands were useless. My mouth tasted like copper. Watching Tessa get hit had hollowed something out of me I couldn’t name.I had thought about using the gun when I pulled up. Hell, I had held it under my jacket and felt its weight like an answer. Then I saw the room, too many men, too tight a space, her tied up like some ugly prize and I swallowed the impulse. One wrong move and they’d make her pay. That thought stayed with me, colder than anything else. So I didn’t draw.Before I walked in I’d texted Ryder the location. I didn’t want his help, not really, but I wasn’t stupid: this was bigger than one man. I hit send with a thumb that trembled and told myself he’d be there any second. Minutes ground by and my phone stayed quiet — goddamn it. Of all the times to make me wait.I could

TESSA.He put me down slowly on my bed, and neither of us moved for a second. His eyes stayed locked on mine like he was still making sure I was real. My heart was still beating too fast, my body trembling from everything that had happened. The silence between us wasn’t awkward, but it was heavy, full of everything we hadn’t said.He leaned closer, his hand brushing my hair back as his breath mixed with mine. Then he kissed me again, and I pulled him in without thinking. Every piece of fear that had sat in my chest all night turned into something else, something desperate. I missed this, I missed him, the way he made everything else disappear.His touch made me forget the bruises, the ropes, the gunshots. It was like my body was trying to make sure he was really there. My hands gripped his shirt, holding on as if I let go, he’d vanish again. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he wiped the tear from my cheek, his forehead pressing against mine.When our lips met again, it wasn’t