All Chapters of His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JAXSON“I want to be alone.” Her voice was thin and sharp, a blade wrapped in tiredness.I didn’t move. “I’m not leaving you,” I said, low. It came out steadier than I felt.She screamed. “Leave! All of you.” And it pushed us all back. Cole touched my shoulder once, like he was anchoring me to the floor. Ryder’s voice was quiet, almost careful. “We should give her space.”We left because she told us to. None of us wanted to. I heard the click of the handle and the muffled thud as the door shut. Her breathing on the other side of that wood sounded like someone falling apart.We clustered by the coffee machine like men at a wake. Cole made the coffee, passed me a cup and it steamed, and I took it without tasting it. The mug warmed my palms and did nothing for the ice that had settled in my chest.Everything I thought I knew rearranged itself while I held that cup.I finally understood how her mother got involved in Dante’s death… but the truth made everything worse.I had promised reven

TESSAI didn’t even feel the moment my fingers slipped off the railing.I just felt the drop—cold air slicing past me, my stomach flipping, the water roaring below like it was calling me home.Then a hand caught mine.A small hand. Shaky. Desperate.My body jerked, and pain shot up my shoulder as I dangled over the side of the bridge.“Hold on!” a girl screamed above me.I blinked up, vision blurring from tears and dizziness. Her face hovered above mine, wide terrified eyes, cheeks wet, breath shaking as she gripped my wrist with both hands.Her sneakers skidded against the pavement as she tried to pull me up, her voice cracking, “Hold on, please!”My other hand dangled uselessly. My legs shook. The world tilted in and out of focus.I wanted to pull my hand away, to fall, to stop hurting. “Let go…” The words came out weak, slurred. “Leave me alone. I want to die.”“No!” she choked, her voice breaking so hard it almost didn’t sound like a word. She braced a foot against the railing and

TESSA.I felt overwhelmed as everything crashed over me at once. Shame pressed against my ribs. Anger curled in my stomach like something burning. And underneath it all, I felt empty, emotionally dead in a way I couldn’t even explain.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head hard. “I don’t want her heart. I don’t want anything. Just leave me alone.”Adeline opened her mouth, but before she spoke, I pushed out the words.“Your sister fought to stay alive. I didn’t. Why would you give her heart to someone who doesn’t even want to wake up tomorrow? Wouldn’t she be disappointed?”The guilt dug into me as soon as the question left my lips. It felt like my own voice stabbed me.Adeline’s face twisted like I had slapped her. But she didn’t look angry. She looked broken.Her voice came out small, trembling. “I didn’t save you to watch you die anyway,” she whispered, hugging herself like she was freezing. “If you die… if you throw yourself away… then it would feel like my sister dies twice.”The wor

JAXSONI kept slamming my fists into the heavy punching bag until the chain holding it up began to rattle. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My knuckles crashed into the leather again and again, each hit harder than the last, until the metal groaned above me. One final punch—too hard, too desperate—snapped the chain clean off. The bag dropped to the floor with a hard, echoing thud that shook the entire underground room.I stood there, breath tearing out of me in sharp, uneven bursts. Sweat ran from my hair down my face and stung my eyes. My hands throbbed, my knuckles burning, but the pain didn’t touch the anger inside me. It didn’t touch anything I actually felt.Nothing was enough. I stared at the fallen bag like it had offended me. Like breaking it would somehow make the last month make sense. It didn’t.I wiped my face with my forearm and walked toward the table. My hand shook as I grabbed the glass. I didn’t even bother to sit, I just threw the whiskey back in one swallow. It burned all

I stared at the tray of food on my bed, my stomach twisting the same way it had for days. The smell wasn’t bad. Nothing was wrong with the food. I just… couldn’t eat. I took a spoonful only because I needed to swallow my medicine. Hunger wasn’t even part of my body anymore, everything inside me felt tired.I finished the small portion I forced down and pushed the tray aside. The room felt like it was closing in on me, so I stepped out to the balcony with a book in my hand. Not that I was fond of books, but I just wanted to read because doing nothing made the thoughts in my head louder. I sat down, pulled my knees up, and pretended to read the same paragraph again and again. I wasn’t absorbing anything. My mind was somewhere else entirely.The door opened quietly behind me.I didn’t even look up because I thought it was one of the workers coming to pick up the tray. But then I heard soft footsteps. Before I could say anything, Adeline walked right out to the balcony, sat beside me, and