All Chapters of GHOST RIDER: MY BIKER MAFIA STEP BROTHER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BLAIR'S POVI sank back onto the bed, pulling my knees to my chest. He'd admitted he wanted me—that should have felt like a win.But instead, it felt like torture because wanting wasn't enough if he wouldn't let himself have me. My phone buzzed with a text from Jane–Again. "I'm so sorry about last night. Are you okay? Please tell me Dimitri didn't kill anyone.""I'm fine,” I texted back. ‘And no, he didn't kill anyone. But he might kill me with frustration.""What does that mean??" She typed, and I could feel the anticipation from way over here. I didn't respond, tossing my phone aside. How could I explain something I didn't fully understand myself?The rest of the day crawled by. I tried to read, to play my cello, anything to distract myself with. Anything that wasn't Dimitri, but everything reminded me of him—the book he'd mentioned in passing, the music he said he liked, even the stuffed wolf I'd won at the carnival that sat on my dresser staring at me with knowing eyes.Around

BLAIR'S POVI barely made it through the rest of the day. After Dimitri's class, everything else felt meaningless. Math, History, Science—the teachers' words washed over me like white noise while I replayed every moment of the third period on loop.The way Dimitri commanded the room with such perfect flow and authority. How his voice wrapped around words like "desire" and "social constraints" and "forbidden love," making them sound more dangerous and tempting than they actually were. The loaded conversation about choice and consequences that we both knew wasn't really about literature.And then the dismissal—cold, professional, making it clear that at school, I was nothing more than his student. It hurt more than I wanted to ever admit—Him saying that sometimes the consequences of a choice weighs more.I mean, I wasn't denying the fact that there were consequences but some delusional part of me thought he might…actually want me enough not to care.But he was right, no matter how I

Blair's PovThat night, I lay in bed unable to close my eyes, replaying every single thing—Valor's manipulation, Dimitri's possessive proclamation, the looming dinner with Trevor Kingston. A sigh escaped my lips as I turned restlessly in bed. Dimitri said after Friday, everything would change. Friday was just three days away, three days until everything either falls apart or finally comes together.And I truly hoped it was the latter, but three days felt like both forever and not nearly enough time. I rolled over, my feet wiggling and hugging my pillow. I found myself smiling despite the chaos of it all. In a way, Dimitri had stopped running and that made me happier than I wanted to admit and I couldn't forget how he said I was ‘his.’ I wanted nothing but to melt in his embrace, instead I played it cool. Just thinking about him was enough to send me into auto drive.My mind then drifted to Valor and one thing was for certain—he thought everything was under his control but I knew Dim

Blair’s P.O.VBy the time I got to school, I was more on edge than usual. Between Dimitri’s text, the plan to leave tonight, and Madison’s urgent message about Marcus—I was barely holding it together myself.Madison was already waiting by her locker when I spotted her down the hall.She looked…ghostly. Her face was pale, her hands were twisting the hems of her blazer, her eyes darting nervously around like she was expecting to be jumped at any moment.“Hey,” I called out softly, walking up to her. “You okay? What’s going on?”The second she saw me, her face softened in relief. “You’re here.” She breathed, her voice shaky then her eyes flickered nervously to the students passing by, “let's talk somewhere else.”Something in her tone made my chest clench in worry. Without another word, I followed her down the hall, toward the older parts of the building where half the classrooms were empty. Madison stopped at a small storage room near the janitor’s office and slipped inside. I closed th

Blair's POVThe rest of the day passed in a blur of chaos. Police swarmed the school, questioning students about the attack on Marcus Wheeler. Apparently, someone had jumped him in the parking lot on his way to school and tried to force him into a black van, but Marcus managed to fight back. The attackers had fled the scene by the time other students arrived and found Marcus badly injured on the ground. He was being admitted into the hospital right this very moment.Madison was nothing short of a wreck as she clutched my arm tightly during lunch time, muttering that it was all her fault and she shouldn't have been so selfish and just told the Sheriff. That she was the definition of a bad and evil person and she'd never ever forgive herself.“Don't say that about yourself, Madison. None of this is your fault!” I tried to comfort her but it was of no use.“If I told the Sheriff earlier, Marcus wouldn't have gotten hurt would he? And he wouldn't be in this hospital right now, would he?