All Chapters of THE BIKER'S ACCIDENTAL LADY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Flora's Pov"You look like you need something stronger than coffee."I glanced up from my untouched latte, meeting eyes so dark they seemed to swallow light. The man standing beside my corner table wore leather like a second skin, tattoos crawling up his neck, and carried danger the way other men carried briefcases."I'm fine," I lied, turning back to the window of the downtown café.He sat down anyway."Damien." His voice was gravel and smoke. "And you are definitely not fine."My hands trembled around the cup. He was right. I was not fine. I had just walked out of my engagement party—left Richard and his perfect family and their perfect expectations behind without a word. My phone buzzed incessantly in my purse. Twenty-three missed calls."Flora." I did not know why I told him. Maybe because he was a stranger. Maybe because those dark eyes promised he understood what running felt like."Pretty name for a pretty girl who looks ready to burn her whole life down." He leaned back, study

His mouth crashed against mine with bruising intensity.I gasped, and Damien took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming mine with raw possession. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around him."Last chance, Flora." His voice was rough against my lips. "Walk away now or I will not let you go.""I do not want to go."Something feral flashed in his eyes. "You have no idea what you are asking for.""Then show me."He carried me to the bed, his strength absolute as he laid me down. The mattress dipped under his weight as he braced himself above me, his leather jacket straining across broad shoulders."Take it off," I whispered, tugging at the zipper.His hand caught my wrist. "I give the orders here. Understand?"Heat flooded through me at the command in his tone. I nodded, unable to form words."Good girl." He released me, shrugging out of the jacket. His shirt followed, revealing a canvas of ink and scars. "Now your turn. Let me se

"Step away from her, Cross." Richard's voice shook despite his attempt at authority. "This does not concern you."Damien's laugh was dark, lethal. "Everything about her concerns me now." His eyes never left mine. "What is it going to be, Flora? The cage or the fire?"Richard's grip on my hand tightened painfully. "Flora, be reasonable. This man is a criminal. My father can have him arrested within the hour.""Try it." Damien's hand moved to his waistband, and I saw the glint of metal. A gun. "See how that works out for you."The associate reached inside his jacket. Damien's weapon cleared leather first, aimed directly at the man's head."Do not." The command was soft, absolute. "Unless you want your brain decorating this elevator."Everyone froze."Flora, listen to me." Richard pulled me closer, using me as a shield. "This is who he really is. Violent. Dangerous. Is this what you want? A life of running and hiding?""Better than suffocating in yours." The words ripped from somewhere d

The gunfire stopped.Silence was somehow worse than the chaos. I pressed against the wall panel, trying to control my breathing, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might break through my ribs.How long had I been in here? Minutes? Hours? Time distorted in the darkness.Then I heard it. Boots on concrete. Multiple sets. Moving systematically through the clubhouse."Clear the back rooms. Find the girl."The voice was unfamiliar. Cold. Professional.Not Damien. Not his brothers.My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone, but I had left it on Damien's desk. Stupid. So incredibly stupid.The footsteps grew closer. Someone was in the office now, boots crunching over broken glass. I held my breath, pressing deeper into the cramped space behind the wall."She was here. Blood trail leads this way." A pause. "Check for hidden doors. These MC rats always have bolt holes."Panic seized my throat. I searched the darkness for another exit, finding nothing but solid walls on three sides