Lahat ng Kabanata ng Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Laura We were packed up and back on the road within half an hour. I slid to the middle of the bench seat, my thigh pressed against Talon’s, not wanting to be too far away from him. One hand rested instinctively on my belly, while the other traced circles on the inside of his thigh. When we pulled up to the clubhouse, Dex and Norris helped Talon unload the truck and carry everything upstairs. The apartment felt familiar, but somehow different now — more like a fortress than a home. The heavy metal door clicked shut behind Dex, leaving Talon and I alone. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed over my chest. The sunlight streaming through the massive windows did little to chase away the chill I felt creeping into my bones. Talon moved past me, setting down the last of our bags and collapsing on the couch. He looked at me, his green eyes scannin

I stared at the words for a long moment, my fingers frozen over the screen. Trina noticed my silence and glanced over, her brow furrowing. “Everything okay?” “It’s Jake,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “He wants to talk.” Trina’s expression darkened, but she quickly masked it with a tight smile. “Well, you better call him back then.” I nodded, my hands trembling as I unlocked my phone. The room seemed to close in around me, the laughter and chatter of the girls fading into a distant hum. I stood up and walked into the kitchen, needing space, needing air, though it felt like there wasn’t enough of it in the apartment. Jake picked up on the first ring. “Laura,” he said, his voice low and urgent. I’d known Jake long enough to recognize when somet

Jake let out a long breath, running his hand through his hair. “Laura…” he started, his voice cautious. “Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than intended. “Please… don’t tell me that it’s too risky or that I shouldn’t have done it. We don’t have a choice, Jake. We don’t have time to sit around and debate.” Jake studied me for a long moment, his gray eyes seeming to peer into my soul. Then he sighed, nodding. “I’m proud of you, kid.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, unexpected and raw. Jake didn’t hand out praise lightly, and hearing it now, when everything felt like it was unraveling around me, made my throat tighten. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill, clutching the edge of the chair to steady myself. &l

The door creaked open again, and I didn’t need to look up to know it was Viktor. His shadow loomed over me. “Well? Did that lift your spirits?” I stood slowly, facing him head-on with a glare that could cut steel. “You think you’re clever,” I growled. “But this doesn’t change anything.” He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, Talon. Don’t be silly. That call wasn’t for you — it was for her.” His eyes gleamed, dark and calculating. “She sounded… fragile. Pregnant women can be so delicate, don’t you think? The stress of all this… it can’t be good for her. Or the baby.” My blood boiled. “If you touch a fucking hair on her head…” I stepped forward, my fists clenched, but Viktor raised a hand, his smirk never wavering.

Laura’s fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed her, slow and deep, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. Her body arched into mine and I groaned, my hands falling to her hips. She was here, she was safe, and for now, that was enough. “Talon,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and fear and everything in between. “I can’t lose you again. I can’t.” “You won’t,” I murmured, my lips trailing down to her collarbone. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hands gripped the edges of my cut, pushing it off my shoulders and then moving to the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside, and her palms found my chest, her fingers tracing the scars and ink that marked my skin. She knew every one of them now, every story they told, and yet she still looked at me li