Lahat ng Kabanata ng Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

It was pushing midnight by the time I pulled up to the farmhouse where I grew up. There were four beat up pickup trucks and twelve motorcycles lining the driveway.My heart sank. Jake must’ve been having one of his infamous parties. He hadn’t heard from me in years, and now I was about to crash his gathering looking like I’d been in a bar fight. I hesitated, my hand on the handle of the car door. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.But where else could I go? I had no money, no phone, and Craig would be looking for me. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.I stood for a moment, checking myself over. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. Craig had always been disgusted at the way I chose to dress, always wanting me to conform to his idea of luxury and perfection. But tonight, I didn't have time to put on a facade. I glanced down at my ratty gray slippers, frayed around the edges from years of use. My blue plaid pajama shorts barely covered my trembl

Talon’s persuasive message to Craig had evidently done the trick. The next day, Jake, Talon and I had squeezed into Jake’s old pickup truck and made our way back to my house to gather my belongings. As we pulled into the driveway, there was no sign of Craig anywhere. I didn’t question it, instead focusing on quickly packing my few possessions. With only a small pile of clothes in tow, we were soon back on the road. My heart felt lighter as I left behind the place that had once been my prison, knowing it had never really been a home.As I settled into life at Jake’s house over the following weeks, I found myself falling into a routine. During the day, I helped around the farm, tending to the chickens and doing yardwork. The physical labor was therapeutic, helping me work through the lingering trauma and anxiety. In the evenings, I’d cook dinner for Jake and whoever else from the motorcycle club happened to be around.Talon was a frequent visitor, often staying late into the night, talk

The crowd at the clubhouse began to thin out, and by 2 AM, only a handful of stragglers remained, most of them slumped over tables or passed out on couches. Trina had left an hour ago, leaving me to close up on my own.I was wiping down the bar when I felt a presence behind me. I turned to find Talon leaning against the counter, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed over my body.“Ready to head out, angel?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers across my body.I nodded, suddenly nervous. “Yeah, just let me grab my things.”As I gathered my tips and shoved them into the front pocket of my jeans, I could feel Talon’s eyes on me. The air between us felt charged, electric with unspoken tension. I walked out from behind the bar, coat in hand, and we headed toward the door. I felt Talon’s hand on the small of my back.As we reached his bike, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He handed me a helmet as he took his hair down, briefly shaking it out and running his fingers thr

As the afternoon wore on, the clubhouse began to fill up. I kept busy pouring drinks and chatting with the regulars, all the while hyper-aware of Talon’s presence. He stayed close, leaning against the bar or playing pool nearby, always keeping me in his line of sight.Around 6 PM, Jake strolled in, looking more rested than he had this morning. He made his way to the bar, a striking woman following closely behind him. She was tall and slender, with sleek brown hair pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her soft features were sharpened by her no-nonsense expression and the crisp lines of her expensive-looking dark suit, and her bright red stilettos matched her lipstick. She carried herself with an air of authority that commanded respect.They made their way over to the bar, and Jake sat down on a stool, nodding toward the whiskey. As I reached to pour him a glass, he said, “Laura, this is Kat. She’s the club’s lawyer.”“Katherine Sterling,” she said, reaching across the

When we reached my bedroom, Talon kicked the door shut behind us and gently lowered me onto the bed. He stood over me, his eyes raking over my body with an intensity that made me shiver.“You sure about this, angel?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.I nodded, reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it off over my head. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”With a growl, Talon was on me, his lips crashing into mine as he pushed my legs apart with his knees. His hands roamed my bare skin, finally reaching behind me to unhook my bra and pausing briefly as I tossed it across the room. I arched into him, desperate for more contact as he resumed our kiss.I tugged at his shirt and he abandoned my lips long enough to pull it over his head. My breath caught as I took in the sight of his chiseled torso. I ran my hands across his chest and down to his belt as I glanced up at him, my eyes begging for permission.“No,” he groaned, his eyes darkening as he focused his attention on my