All Chapters of THE LAWLESS BIKER AND BADASS LAWYER'S REVENGE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VALERIE Gabriel left without another word. He never looked back — just kept walking down the hallway, his shoulders stiff, steps sharp and heavy, like a man trying to outrun the weight sitting on his spine. He reached his car, pulled the door open, got in, and drove off—fast, like the ground beneath him was about to explode. The echo of his departure lingered long after the sound faded. I stood there—rooted in that hallway—staring at absolutely nothing, yet everything at once. It felt like I was looking into a mirror that wasn’t there, searching for myself in a reflection that had long slipped through my fingers. My hands trembled slightly, my breathing felt uneven. My heart felt like it had steel claws around it. God, I was tired. Not just tired but drained. Mentally, physically, emotionally and psychologically. Every bone in my body ached with exhaustion. My head throbbed like someone was pounding drums inside my skull. Tears stung behind my eyes, but I refused to le

VALERIE Leaving the hospital felt like walking through thick fog. My body moved, but my mind was somewhere else—still standing beside Vera’s bed, still staring at the tubes, still hearing that steady artificial breathing that felt more like a countdown than life. The automatic doors slid open, and the night air greeted me with a sharp coldness that wrapped around my skin. The parking lot was quiet—dim security lights flickering above rows of cars like tired stars. I walked slowly, my heels tapping against the pavement, each step echoing louder in the silence. Wednesday. The word pulsed in my head like a warning siren. Wednesday would decide everything—Alexander’s fate, my plan, my promise, my two-year war. I reached my car, unlocked it, and slid behind the wheel. My fingers were trembling slightly as I gripped the steering wheel. I stared ahead for a moment, unable to move. Am I doing the right thing? Or am I drowning in something that will destroy me too? Revenge had beco

VALERIE The moment the bailiff’s voice thundered “All rise!”, the entire courtroom lifted to its feet. The judge stepped in, calm and commanding, and the atmosphere shifted instantly—air tightening like a cord pulled around every throat. He took his seat, lifted the gavel, and struck. BANG. “Be seated.” Chairs scraped. Silence caved in around us. My heartbeat was heavy but steady, like a drum preparing for war. I could feel the tension pulsing through my fingertips where they rested on the table. The lights felt too bright, the temperature too warm—or maybe it was just the storm rising inside me. Samuel Drake stood first, polished and confident, his presence almost theatrical. He looked like someone certain he had already won. His eyes skimmed across the room as if he owned every piece of it. “Your Honor, the prosecution is ready to proceed.” The judge nodded. “Proceed.” Then they brought in Alexander. Handcuffed, surrounded by four armed officers. He looked exhausted

ALEXANDER I walked out of the courtroom with my heartbeat still pounding in my ears, not because of the judge’s ruling, not because of the cuffs finally being taken off my wrists, and not even because I had narrowly escaped what could have become a life-long prison sentence. My mind kept circling back to one person—Ms.Quinn. She stormed out so fast it took a few seconds for the air she left behind to settle. She didn’t want to look at me, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. After everything I’d dragged her through, after all the chaos tied to my name, she had every right to throw the nearest chair at my head. But she didn’t. Instead, she fought for me like her entire soul depended on it. But under that anger was something else, something I could not understand no matter how many times I replayed the scene in my mind. She didn’t only defend me—she fought like her life depended on it. She didn’t just push back against the federal prosecutor; she outsmarted him. She went up against

VALERIE It was already the weekend, and the city felt different in that quiet, deceptive way it always did when people believed the worst had passed. The air was cool, almost gentle, as I drove through familiar streets toward Alexander’s apartment. I didn’t come with anger sharp enough to threaten him, and I didn’t come with fear either. What sat heavy in my chest was something more exhausting—disappointment mixed with resolve. If I was going to continue this path, I needed to see him. I needed to understand where his head was now. I parked outside his building and sat in the car for a moment longer than necessary, my hands resting on the steering wheel. For two years, every step I’d taken had been deliberate. Every move is calculated. Yet standing here, about to face the man whose name had shaped my life in ways he didn’t even know, I felt an unfamiliar tightness in my throat. Not a weakness. Just restraint. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. Before I could knock