All Chapters of Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Laura The house was quiet, with the kind of stillness that wraps around you like a warm blanket. Dinner was long cleared, the scent of roasted chicken and garlic still lingering in the air. Scarlett’s eyes were heavy as she leaned against me on the couch, her fingers absently playing with the dragon charm on her bracelet. Logan was sprawled across Talon’s lap, his eyelids drooping as he fought to stay awake and hear the end of the story Talon was reading. “Alright, you two,” I said softly, brushing a hand over Scarlett’s curls after he finished the last page. “Time for bed.” Logan groaned, his little face scrunching up in protest. “Not sleepy,” he mumbled, his words slurred with exhaustion. Talon chuckled, lifting him gently and settling him against his shoulder

I woke to the sound of Talon moving quietly around the room. I stirred awake, the remnants of sleep clinging to me as I blinked in the darkness. He was already dressed in a blue flannel shirt and jeans, with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his boots in his hand. The sight of him like that — ready to leave, ready to slip back into the fray — made my chest tighten. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I watched him pause by the door, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re leaving,” I said, my voice hushed, more a statement than a question. He nodded, setting his boots down and crossing the room to kneel beside the bed. “Flight’s in an hour,” he murmured, reaching out to brush as strand of hair from my face. “I was trying not to wake you, you looked peaceful.” I swal

After dinner, Jake and Trina agreed to watch the kids while I ran home to grab clothes and toiletries for the three of us. They didn’t mind us invading their space for a few days, and I knew it would be easier on me than staying in a Talon-less house. The drive back to our house felt longer than usual, the empty passenger seat beside me a stark reminder of Talon’s absence. The house was quiet when I stepped inside, the familiar scents of home wrapping around me like a ghostly embrace. I moved quickly, throwing together a bag for Logan and Scarlett, stuffing it with pajamas, spare clothes, their favorite toys and the bedtime book. I grabbed my own essentials, pausing only to glance at Talon’s side of the closet, his leather cut hanging neatly on its hook. I reached out, brushing my fingers over the worn leather, the faint smell of motor oil and smoke ling

The weight of my father’s apology lingered in my chest like a stone, and by the third day, I found myself staring at his business card on the kitchen counter, my thumb tracing over the embossed letters of his name. “You thinkin’ about callin’ him?” Talon’s voice broke through my thoughts, his green eyes watching me from living room where he sat with the kids in his lap, flipping through a picture book. I hesitated, the card slipping from my fingers back onto the counter. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Part of me wants to.” Talon studied me for second. Then he set the kids down gently and the scampered off toward the toy box in the corner. “You’ll regret it if you don’t,” he said finally, leaning back into the couch. I sighed, cr

A few days later, when Mike was released from the hospital, we invited him for a cookout at Jake’s house. The kids were ecstatic, running around the yard with balloons and streamers that Trina had hung earlier that afternoon. The smell of barbecue wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly mown grass and the laughter that seemed to echo from every corner of the farm. Mike arrived as Talon was taking the burgers off the grill, his wrist still wrapped in a cast but his smile warm as he greeted everyone. He hugged Jake first, their embrace stiff but heartfelt, and then turned to me, his eyes soft with gratitude. “Thank you for this,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled me into a gentle hug. I nodded, feeling the weight of his sincerity. “You’re welcome, Dad.”