All Chapters of Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The room smelled faintly of dust and forgotten dreams, the air thick with the weight of words I’d never written. I stood in the doorway, staring at the blank walls, the untouched desk, the tower of unpacked boxes still sitting in the corner. This was supposed to be my writing room, a sanctuary where I would pen stories that would change the world — or at least my world. But instead, I got pregnant with Scarlett, lost my focus to other things, and the room had become a storage closet. A graveyard for ambitions I’d let slip through my fingers. Talon came up behind me, his presence a solid warmth at my back. His hands slid around my waist, his breath brushing against my neck as he spoke. “You sure about this, angel? We can turn my office into a nursery. It doesn’t have to be this room.” 

I watched her through the grainy surveillance footage Ledger had hacked into. On screen, the detective moved through the Philadelphia precinct with the kind of sharp efficiency that set my teeth on edge. Mid-forties, dark hair pulled into a tight bun, eyes like flint even in low resolution. This was the woman who’d dismantled the Delmonico cartel with nothing but a notepad and a Glock. And now she was hunting me. Jake leaned over my shoulder, his breath hot with yesterday’s whiskey. “She doesn’t look like much.” “That’s what the Delmonicos thought, Ledger muttered, tapping his keyboard. A new window popped up — Ryan’s service record. Marksmanship awards. Letters of commendation. A fucking medal of valor. “She’s thorough. And she doesn’t quit.” 

I stood on the edge of the patio, watching Laura rub sunscreen on Scarlett’s arms. The air was heavy and hot, and the sun was beating down on the white sand. Scarlett giggled as Laura tickled her belly, her laughter blending with the crash of the waves. Viktor’s villa was secluded, tucked away from prying eyes and with its own private beach. It was peaceful, in a deceptive kind of way. Beneath the surface, tension coiled tighter with each passing day. Laura looked up, catching my stare. Her blonde hair was loose, falling in waves down her back, and her skin had a deepening tan from the Cuban sun. “You gonna join us, or just stand there looking broody?” she teased, her smile lighting up across her face but tinged with concern. She’d been watching me closely lately, her eyes always searching mine for signs of the storm brewing beneath the surfa

The seagulls screamed like the world was ending, their shrill cries drowning out the silence that had settled between Talon and me. We sat on the patio, the morning sun already oppressive, sweat clinging to the back of my neck as I sipped lukewarm coffee. Talon’s phone sat on the table between us, dark and lifeless, but its absence of updates felt heavier than any call could. It had been two weeks since Viktor’s last contact, and the waiting was carving hollows in both of us. Talon’s jaw was perpetually tight now, his green eyes always scanning the horizon as if he expected trouble to come crawling out of the sea. He was restless, pacing the villa like a caged animal, while I tried to keep Scarlett’s days filled with enough sunshine and sandcastles to distract her from the tension thickening the air. Suddenly Talon&rsqu

“Testing… Testing.” Ryan’s voice crackled through my earpiece.I adjusted the device, making sure it was snug. The hum of static filled my ear.“Crystal clear,” I muttered, my voice low enough to avoid drawing attention.The warehouse loomed ahead, its silhouette dark against the night sky, only a few dim lights flickering through the foggy windows.The air was thick with tension, the kind that made my skin crawl and my senses sharpen. Every step felt heavier, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on me.“You're approaching from the south side,” Ryan continued, her tone steady and professional. “Two guards by the main entrance. Try to get eyes and ears on them without getting too close.”My boots crunched on the gravel as I slipped into the shadows, my movements deliberate and silent.The guards were easy to spot, their bulky frames illuminated by the glow of a streetlamp. They were relaxed, laughing about something, their weapons slung casually over their shoulders. Too casual.