All Chapters of THE LAWLESS BIKER AND BADASS LAWYER'S REVENGE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

ALEXANDER My breath cut halfway out.My mind went completely still or maybe blank.That question…That one question could destroy everything and I had seconds—maybe less—to answer. My heart pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thin, my throat too dry. I didn’t know what to say. Sofia had drilled one thing into my head—three days unconscious—but she never told me the nature of the sickness. And now here I was, staring at a man whose eyes were sharp enough to cut through steel, waiting for an answer that could either protect me or bury me alive.I swallowed hard and forced my voice steady, even though every part of me was trembling inside.“Neurological symptoms consistent with collapse and dehydration,” I said finally, the words slipping out before I could even process how I’d formed them. It felt like the universe dropped the explanation straight on my tongue. “At least… that’s what I know.” I added quietly.My voice d

VALERIE “Gabriel,” I began, my voice low and steady, though my chest felt raw."You're right — there's something personal about this case. You deserve to know. If you’re going to take this case, you need the whole story. I’ll tell you everything.”He didn’t lean back or relax. If anything, he leaned closer. His eyes held that strange mix of professionalism and something more personal—concern, maybe even fear—because he knew whatever I was about to say wasn’t going to be simple.“Start from the beginning,” he said softly. “Don’t skip anything.”I drew in a slow breath and let the memories come. They were painful, but not unfamiliar. I’d carried them for two years like stones in my chest. “It started two years ago,” I said. “Vera and I had an argument—a heated argument, and as twins… we weren’t supposed to fight like that. Fraternal twins with opposite personalities, yes. But still connected. But that night, we clashed. Words flew, doors slammed, and she stormed out.”I stared do

INSPECTOR XAVIER The clock on the wall ticked louder than usual. Each sound felt like a drop of water in an empty cave, echoing against the cold walls of Interrogation Room 3. I stood by the observation glass, arms folded, watching Alexander Stone sit under the glare of the fluorescent light. His wrists were chained to the metal table—secure, but not painfully so. His face was calm, almost too calm, like a man who’d rehearsed how to appear innocent.But I’d seen hundreds of “innocent” men before. They all started the same way—still, quiet, pretending not to care—until the right question broke through.That’s why I called him.Detective Kizito. If there was one man who could dig truth out of silence, it was him. He had a reputation that spread through the department like a rumor people were both afraid of and impressed by. A psychological interrogator. No violence. No shouting. Just manipulation, timing, and silence—the kind that made suspects talk without realizing it. The