บททั้งหมดของ THE LAWLESS BIKER AND BADASS LAWYER'S REVENGE : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 59

ALEXANDER The door closed behind her with a sound that was too soft for the weight it carried, and for a moment I just stood there, frozen, staring at the space where Ms.Quinn had been standing seconds ago. The apartment felt unfamiliar now, like the walls had shifted when she left, like the air itself had changed its mind about me. The music was off, the laughter gone, the smoke thinning, yet her presence still lingered, sharp and uncomfortable, like a truth I was not ready to face.You are free because I allowed it.Her words replayed in my head, slow and deliberate, each repetition digging deeper than the last. I dragged a hand down my face and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I had been holding my breath for days, maybe weeks, ever since the cuffs snapped around my wrists and the world decided I was guilty before I could speak. Freedom should have tasted sweet. Instead, it felt fragile, like glass.I walked toward the couch and dropped onto it heavily, elbows on

VALERIE POV I was still standing in the courthouse hallway when my phone vibrated in my hand. For a moment, I didn’t notice it. My thoughts were still tangled in the echoes of the courtroom—the judge’s sharp tone, the woman’s quiet sobs, the way justice had been handed out cleanly and without apology. I was replaying Vera’s face in my head, the way it always appeared when I least expected it, when the vibration came again, more insistent this time. I looked down — an unknown sender. Of course, I knew exactly who it was. That alone should have made me cautious. It usually did. But something about today had already stripped me raw, left my emotions exposed. I unlocked the phone. There will be a party. Alexander’s birthday is in two days’ time. I stared at the screen. Once. Twice. Then I read it again, slower. Alexander’s birthday. In two days. My pulse jumped, sharp and sudden, like my body had reacted before my mind could catch up. The hallway around me faded—the polished

VALERIE It’s another day at the office, and work felt impossible today." I stared at the stack of case files on my desk, but the words didn't make sense. They were just black ink on white paper. I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my head, but the exhaustion was heavy. It sat on my shoulders like a physical weight. I looked at the small silver watch on my wrist. 10:45 AM. I let out a long, frustrated breath. It wasn’t even noon yet? It felt like I had been sitting in this chair for days. I rubbed my temples. I was usually good at this. I was Valerie Quinn, the lawyer who never missed a detail, never lost focus, and never let emotions get in the way. My colleagues feared me because I was cold and efficient. But today? Today I felt like a mess. I knew exactly why. I picked up my phone and unlocked it. The screen was empty. No messages. No calls. I set it back down, face up. Two days. Alexander Stone’s birthday was in two days. My own birthday wasn't for another three w

ALEXANDER For a heartbeat, I was convinced the alcohol had finally hit me wrong.I blinked, waiting for the image to dissolve, waiting for the figure in the center of the room to morph into someone else—a stranger, a client’s wife, anyone other than her. But the image didn’t shift.Valerie Quinn stood there, inside my perimeter, under the strobe lights I had paid for, surrounded by people I had vetted. She was standing in the middle of The Obsidian like a jagged piece of glass in a velvet bag.I hadn’t sent the invitation. I hadn’t texted her the address. I hadn’t even whispered the word "birthday" in her presence. I had made a deliberate, calculated executive decision to keep my professional life and my personal chaos separate for twenty-four hours.So why the hell was she here?The shock didn't hit me all at once. It was a delayed impact, like a bullet that enters clean and only starts burning once it hits the bone. My body reacted before my brain could catch up to the breach in

VALERIEI walked away from him without looking back.Every step was calculated. One foot in front of the other. Hips swaying just enough to catch the light, just enough to keep his eyes glued to my spine. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was watching. I could feel his gaze like a physical weight, heavy and burning, pressing against the bare skin of my back.My heart was hammering against my ribs, but not from fear.It was adrenaline. The pure, intoxicating rush of the hunt.I made it to the bar, signaled the bartender for a vodka tonic—something clear, something sharp—and finally let myself exhale.I got him.The interaction had lasted less than a minute, but it told me everything I needed to know.I replayed the moment in my head as I watched the bartender chip ice from a block.Alexander Stone, the man who supposedly ran this city, the man who scared judges and owned politicians, had frozen.He hadn’t just been surprised. He had been paralyzed.I saw the way his fingers tight