Alle Kapitel von The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 98

DAMIENI watch my wife step out of Titan’s building.The place looks exactly how I’d expect Titan to live.Questionable.Run-down.One strong gust of wind away from being condemned.I suppose it suits her, terrible character and all.Rhea doesn’t seem to notice me standing there.She’s somewhere else entirely, lost in her own thoughts as she walks down the steps. Her brow is furrowed. Her hands are shoved into the pockets of her coatless dress despite the evening chill.I cross the distance between us.Before she can protest, I drape my jacket over her shoulders.She startles slightly and finally looks up.“Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” I narrow my eyes at her, unamused.Her gaze lingers on my face for a second before she shrugs. “I forgot.”“You forgot?”“I was distracted.”Of course she was.I pull the jacket closed around her myself.The moment my hands leave her shoulders, she steps closer.Then closer still.Until she’s practically pressed against my chest.The tension immediat

Content Warning: Mentions of graphic sexual assault. Please proceed with care.DAMIEN“I want to kill him, Dame. Can I?”Rhea’s eyes are clear when she says it.Calm.Matter-of-fact.As though she’s asking whether we should stop for coffee on the way home.I can’t help smiling.I lace our fingers together and bring her hand to my lips.God, I adore this woman.“Is that all?”She blinks. “What?”“Is that all you want?”Confusion flickers across her face. “I… think so?”I frown. “Well, that’s hardly ambitious.”“Damien.”“You could ask for more.”Her expression somehow grows even more bewildered. “What more?”“Yes, more.” I squeeze her hand. “You’re limiting yourself, Dot. If we’re discussing murder, we should discuss it properly.”The corners of her mouth twitch.I continue anyway.“Dismemberment is always an option. Poison is terribly boring, though. Guns are uninspired. Anyone can pull a trigger.”“Anyone?”I nod solemnly. “Anyone. For your first murder, I’d expect something with a l

ELARA“AH!”The scream tears out of my throat before I can stop it.My phone flies across the room and slams into the wall.For a second I can only stand there, chest heaving as I struggle to breathe around the rage choking me.That bitch.That fucking bitch.Who does Aurora think she is?Threatening me?After everything she’s already taken from me?I pace the room, trying and failing to calm myself.In.Out.In—Shit.My hands won’t stop shaking.The front door suddenly slams open.I freeze.My gaze darts to the files scattered across Victor’s desk.Shit.I rush forward, stuffing documents into drawers and folders, trying to make everything look untouched before the office door bursts open.I whirl around.And gasp.“Victor!”He looks terrible.His face is pale, his clothes are dishevelled, and he’s putting almost no weight on one leg as he limps into the room.“Darling, what happened to you?”I hurry to his side.The second I touch him, he sucks in a sharp breath.“My ankle is broke

DAMIEN“Not particularly.” Iris frowns into her mug. “You have terrible etiquette and nobody cares. Why do I have to learn all that nonsense?”I ignore the very obvious jab at my character and raise an eyebrow.“Nonsense?”“Yes. Nonsense. They teach the boys diplomacy, negotiation, self-defence and all the other interesting things while I’m stuck learning which fork to use at dinner.”The irritation in her voice makes me frown. “Is that so?” Iris nods vigorously, her eyes downcast and my jaw tightens. “I’ll speak to your headmaster.”Her eyes widen. “Wait, seriously? You will?”“Of course I will. I don’t pay that school an absurd amount of money every year for them to teach my little sister table manners.”“Thanks, Dame!” Iris practically lights up, her lips pull into her usual happy smile. Much better. She immediately drops her hot chocolate onto the counter and gets up.I narrow my eyes at her practically full cup. “Sit down. Finish your drink, there’s breakfast. I’ll make you a pl