All Chapters of Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The scream that tore through the afternoon air a few weeks later wasn’t the usual playful shriek — it was raw, jagged, the sound of bone meeting pavement at the wrong angle. I dropped the laundry basket, fabric scattering across the ground as I bolted toward the freshly-paved driveway. Scarlett was curled on her side, clutching her arm to her chest, her face twisted in pain. The skateboard — her prized dragon-painted board — lay wheels-up a few feet away, and they were still spinning lazily like it hadn’t just betrayed her. I was beside her in an instant, assessing the damage. “Look at me, baby. Breathe. Just breathe.” But the way her forearm was bent, unnatural and wrong, sent ice flooding through my veins. This wasn’t just a scrape… This was broken.

The chainsaw roared to life, cutting through the quiet of the early morning. Talon gripped the handle, his muscles tensing as he drove the blade into the thick trunk of the oak tree. Sawdust sprayed into the air, mingling with the faint tang of gasoline. Jake stood nearby, directing the operation, his voice sharp over the growl of the engine. “Take it slow,” Jake called, his eyes narrowed as he watched the blade bite deeper. “We don’t want it coming down too fast.” Mike stood closer to the porch with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the tree. The morning sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows across his face. He looked tired, his shoulders slumped, his movements slower than usual. “You good, old man?” Talon yelled, glancing over his shoulder as he wiped sweat and sawdust from his

The house on the bluff looked like it had been plucked from a dream and dropped onto the edge of the world. Its weathered gray shingles blended in with the sky.The Pacific Ocean roared below, its waves crashing against the rocks with a rhythm that felt ancient and eternal. There was no snow here, but the faint scent of salt and pine carried on the crisp winter air.This was Dad’s house. His hideaway for all those years.The driveway was lined with towering evergreens. I stood in front of our rental car, staring out at the water as Jake and Trina pulled in behind us.“This is Grandpa Mike’s house?” Logan asked, tugging on the bottom of my coat, his voice full of awe.“Yeah, baby,” I said. “This is it.”When Jake, Trina and River piled out of their car, we all made our way to the front porch.The house was a lot bigger than I imagined, but it had a cozy charm that felt lived-in, like it had a lot of stories to tell. The front door was painted a faded blue, and there were two Adirondack

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft golden hues. I stirred, blinking against the brightness as Talon’s arm tightened around me. His breathing was deep and even, his face relaxed in sleep. I watched him for a moment, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his lashes brushed against his cheeks. There was something so peaceful about him like this, stripped of the usual edge he always carried. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, grabbing my robe from the chair and wrapping it around me. The floorboards were cool beneath my feet as I tiptoed to the window, pushing the curtains aside to look out at the ocean. The waves rolled in steadily, catching the morning light. Seabirds circled overhead, their cries carried on the salty breeze. I took a deep breath, letting the moment settle over me. The hous

Jake and Trina’s backyard was chaos. A symphony of children’s laughter, dogs barking, and the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen where Trina was frantically trying to keep up with the demands of thirty sugar-hyped kids.   Logan and River were at the center of it all, their laughter ringing out above the noise as they tore through wrapping paper like it was an enemy fort. Logan, with his long mop of dark curls and Talon’s easy grin, held up a brand-new skateboard, his eyes lighting up like he’d just been handed the keys to the world. River, quieter but no less eager, unwrapped a set of paints, his fingers already tracing the edges like he couldn’t wait to get started.  The scene was a frenzy of color and noise. Balloons bobbing on strings, kids chasing each other around with squirt guns.