Semua Bab THE LAWLESS BIKER AND BADASS LAWYER'S REVENGE : Bab 11 - Bab 20

VALERIE It’s been almost two weeks since Vera was admitted to the hospital, and even now, there hasn’t been much improvement. But I’m grateful—grateful that she’s still breathing, still fighting, still here. That alone is something I can hold on to.The doctors said she’s in critical condition. Traumatic brain injury, they called it—TBI. The chances of her waking up from the coma are fifty-fifty. Half hope, half despair. Every time I hear those words, they echo in my head like a cruel pendulum swinging between life and loss.These two weeks have been rough. Stressful. Sleepless. I took a leave from work just to be at the hospital as much as I could. Julia has been there too, doing her best, but I can’t stay away. Every time I walk into that sterile, white room, see Vera lying there motionless with those tubes and wires, something inside me shatters a little more. She looks peaceful, but I know it’s not peace—it’s stillness. A dangerous, haunting stillness. Tonight, after leaving

ALEXANDER The atmosphere in the vault was tense—too tense.Every breath felt heavier than the last, and every heartbeat pounded like a ticking bomb in my chest. The dim red light flickered across the room, bouncing off the metal walls, and all I could hear was the steady rhythm of fear and tension clawing at my sanity.My grip around my gun tightened as I scanned the space, eyes darting between the flickering shadows. The man in black still had Jade in a chokehold, his weapon pressed against his skull, while the rest of my men stood frozen, waiting for my signal. One wrong move and we’d all be dead.But then—something shifted behind me.A faint sound. The scrape of a boot against the floor. A shadow moving where there shouldn’t be one.My instincts screamed betrayal. I spun around, muscles coiled tight, and lunged toward the figure before I could even think. We collided hard—bodies slamming into the metal vault door with a loud clang. My gun clattered to the floor as we fought, f

ALEXANDER The wrist watch glowed faintly—3:25 a.m.The air inside the warehouse was heavy, thick with smoke residue and the metallic scent of fear. Everyone sat still and alert. I paced back and forth, my boots echoing against the cold floor. My head was pounding. A job that was supposed to take ten, maybe fifteen minutes, had dragged into an hour and a half of chaos and confusion.Something was off. I couldn’t get the image out of my head—the figure in black, standing at the vault’s exit like a shadow from hell, and that made it worse. The face was masked, the hands gloved, the movements precise—like someone trained. Whoever they were, they had turned the entire night upside down.I took a long drag from my cigarette, exhaled slowly, and muttered to myself, “Who the hell was that?”No one answered. My men were still jittery, nursing bruises from the earlier fight. Jerry sat near the van door, hunched over his laptop, tapping furiously as he monitored the feeds. Rico lay on a make

ALEXANDER “Valerie?” I breathed out, barely believing my eyes.Her name fell from my lips like a sin. She stood there, cool as ice, arms crossed, her dark eyes locked on mine. Shock rippled through me so hard I almost stumbled back.“Shock suits you,” she said quietly, her tone laced with something I couldn’t name—anger? Amusement? Maybe both.“What… what are you doing here?” I stammered, the weapon lowering by instinct. “And how did you find me?”She took one slow step forward. My instincts told me to stop her, but my mind was still scrambling to catch up.“What have you done, Alexander?” she asked softly.“Done what?” I forced out, trying to sound innocent, but my voice cracked under the weight of her stare.“Don’t,” she snapped, eyes sharp as glass. “Don’t you dare play dumb with me. I know all about your games.”My pulse quickened. The room behind me fell silent, my men exchanging confused looks.“You think I don’t know?” Valerie continued, stepping closer until I could smell her

ALEXANDER The moment Valerie walked out that door, it felt like all the air in the room left with her.Her voice still rang in my head, sharp and steady —“If the police come—and they will—don’t panic. Don’t run. Go with them. You’ll hear from me.”The words were supposed to sound like assurance, but they only felt like a warning. She didn’t look back, didn’t hesitate — just walked out like she hadn’t left a bomb ticking behind her.Now, it was just me, my men, and a table piled with cash that could destroy us all.The TV screen went dark, but her words wouldn’t stop echoing.Jerry broke the silence first. “Boss… what now?”What now? I almost laughed. Like there was a manual for this kind of mess. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind only exhaustion — and fear. I ran both hands over my face, trying to think. Valerie was right about one thing: if the police comes here and found any trace of that money, it was over.I turned toward the window. The sky outside was still gra