Todos los capítulos de THE LAWLESS BIKER AND BADASS LAWYER'S REVENGE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

PROLOGUE I have waited. I have plotted. For two long, restless years, every breath I took carried one name—Alexander Stone.He isn’t just a man; he’s a monster. The ruthless leader of the Xander Motorcycle Club, feared on the streets and untouchable in the eyes of the law. And on that night—the night that changed everything—Alexander and his gang ran my twin sister, Vera, off the road. They left her there, bleeding and broken, unconscious for hours before help arrived.I still remember the hospital smell, the beeping machines keeping her alive, the pale look on her face. They said there wasn’t enough evidence to charge him. I knew why. Alexander Stone made sure of it. Powerful. Influential. Untouchable. He erased every shred of proof, leaving me with nothing but rage and a sister who hasn’t opened her eyes since that night. For two years, I’ve nurtured my career, building my skills, climbing every rung of the legal ladder while secretly crafting my revenge. Vera doesn’t deserve to

VALERIE The air reeked of gasoline and burnt rubber, just the way I liked it. Not because I enjoyed it—God, no—but because it reminded me of them. The Xander MC. The ruthless, arrogant group of leather-clad kings of the road who thought they were untouchable. They owned every mile they rode on, every bar they swaggered into, every whispered fear in this town.And today, they were all gathered here.I tightened my gloves, adjusting the snug fit of my black riding jacket, one that hugged my body just enough to draw attention but not enough to seem desperate. I’d spent weeks perfecting this look—athletic, effortless, just another biker who lived for speed. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.Two years. Two years of sleepless nights, of replaying The incident of that night, of waking up in a cold sweat picturing her face when they took everything from me. Two years of smiling politely in public while I burned inside.And now, finally, I had my first real shot.The Xander MC had a planned ride

VALERIE I watch as Alexander walks out of my office with that confidence stride of his, the same one that made people either trust him or despise him instantly. I never knew my plans would start to work this fast. It almost feels too easy—like fate itself is giving me the rope to hang him with.I have him exactly where I want him.Just a little more effort from him, just a tiny push in the direction I want, and then—then I’ll give in, let him believe he’s winning, before I destroy everything he holds dear.“Valerie, don’t stress,” I muttered to myself with a cold smirk. “That bingo is yours.”A low laugh escaped my lips, quiet enough that no one in the building would hear. My coworkers probably think I’m still a diligent lawyer who doesn’t joke around. If only they knew the fire burning beneath this calm exterior.The rest of the day drifted by in a blur of reviewing documents and responding to client emails. On the surface, I was the perfect professional, but in my mind, every cas

VALERIE Alexander’s gaze locked with mine the moment I said it—“on one condition.” The air seemed to thicken instantly. His stare was sharp, steady, and piercing, the kind that could peel away layers of calm and find what you were hiding underneath. There was no trace of surprise on his face, only a flicker of curiosity mixed with danger. He leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees, his expression unreadable.“You’ve got my attention,” he said finally, his voice smooth but firm. “Let’s hear it.”I straightened my posture, meeting his eyes without hesitation. Every instinct told me to tread carefully, but this was my only chance to set my boundaries. My palms itched beneath the table, but I refused to show nerves. “I’m going to be working with you,” I said carefully, choosing each word with precision, “but there are boundaries.”His brow arched, a faint trace of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips as if boundaries were a language foreign to him.“I can’t be seen w

VALERIE The city blurred past in streaks of light and motion, but I hardly noticed. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight, my knuckles had gone white. Every second felt like an eternity, every red light a personal attack. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, and the voice in my head kept screaming the same thing over and over again—please, not again.By the time I pulled up in front of the hospital, my palms were slick with sweat. The cold air hit me as I threw the car door open and ran across the parking lot, my chest rising and falling too fast. The glass doors slid open before me, releasing that familiar sterile smell of antiseptic and fear.I didn’t even think—I just rushed straight to the reception desk.“Please,” I said, breathless, “I’m here for Vera Quinn. I got a call—she’s my sister. My twin.” My words stumbled over themselves. “Please, I need to know what’s going on.” The receptionist looked up, startled by my urgency. Without asking too many questions, she simply no