All Chapters of THE BIKER'S ACCIDENTAL LADY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

We had twelve minutes when the federal building exploded.Not the whole structure. Strategic charges. Executive floor. Evidence vault. Exactly where three hundred people were trapped.The shockwave hit our vehicle two blocks away. Glass shattered. The SUV swerved. Arnold fought for control."NO!" He slammed the brakes. Stared at the burning building through the windshield. "My people. My entire team—""We need to move." Damien grabbed his shoulder. "Whoever did this will blame us. We need to disappear before—"Police sirens. Dozens. Converging from every direction."Too late," Cassidy said.Arnold's radio exploded with chatter. "All units, federal building bombing. Suspects are Agent Arnold Hayes, Flora Winters, and Damien Cross. Armed and extremely dangerous. Shoot on sight authorization granted.""Shoot on sight?" I clutched Hope tighter. "They are going to kill us without questions?""Someone has complete control." Arnold threw the radio out the window. "They are rewriting the narr

The laser dots did not move. They just waited. Red eyes in the darkness."How many?" Damien's voice was weak but alert. Somehow conscious despite Mae's prediction."Thirty. Maybe more." Cassidy checked her scope. "Professional positions. Military training. Elizabeth brought serious firepower.""Then we negotiate." Arnold pulled himself upright. "I go out. Talk to her. Buy time—""She will kill you the moment you step outside," I said. "This is not negotiation. It is execution."My burner phone rang again. Elizabeth."You have five minutes to decide. After that, I start with the old woman. Then Cassidy. Then Arnold. Then Damien. I save Hope for last. Let you watch her die slowly.""You are a monster.""I am a woman who lost her father to Marcus Ashford's greed. Who spent twenty years planning revenge. Who will not let you destroy everything I built." Her voice hardened. "Five minutes, Flora. Choose."The call ended.Hope started crying. I picked her up, held her against my chest. She w

We drove for twelve hours straight before Damien finally pulled over at a roadside motel."This is a mistake." Arnold scanned the parking lot. "Stopping makes us vulnerable. We should keep moving—""I can barely see straight. Another hour and I will crash us into a ditch." Damien killed the engine. "We rest for four hours. Then we keep running.""From a dead man." I stared at the phone. At Victor's message. "Except he is not dead. He never was.""Bull shot him three times," Arnold said. "Center mass. I saw the body—""You saw a body. Not necessarily Victor's body." I pulled up old photos on my phone. Victor Kane before the warehouse. And the man we had been fighting. "Look at the jaw structure. The eyes. They are different.""Plastic surgery—""Or a replacement. Like Elizabeth used. Victor has been dead for months. Someone has been using his identity. Building an army. Waiting for the right moment to reveal himself.""Then who sent that message?" Damien asked."The real Victor. The on

We had been hiding in a cabin in Colorado for six days when Richard found us.Not dead. Not gone. Very much alive."That is impossible." I stared at the security feed Cassidy pulled up. Richard Ashford walking toward our cabin. Alone. Unarmed. Hands raised. "I stabbed him. Watched him bleed. He was dead—""Apparently not dead enough." Damien grabbed his rifle. "Everyone out the back. Now.""Wait." I studied the footage. Richard looked different. Thinner. Haunted. Nothing like the polished monster who had terrorized me. "He is not attacking. He is surrendering.""It is a trick—""Maybe. But he is alone. No backup. No weapons visible." I made a decision. "I am going out there.""Flora, no—""If Richard wanted us dead, he would have brought an army. He wants something else." I checked my concealed weapon. "Stay inside. Cover me. If he moves wrong, shoot him."I stepped onto the porch. Richard stopped twenty feet away."Flora." His voice cracked. "Thank you for not shooting me immediately

I had been Miranda's prisoner for three days when Richard walked through the door.Not dead. Not even wounded. Just alive."Hello, Flora." He looked exhausted. Haunted. But very much breathing."You are supposed to be dead. I watched you die—""You watched someone die. My body double. A man I hired six months ago for exactly this contingency." Richard moved closer to my hospital bed. The restraints bit into my wrists as I tried to pull away. "I needed Miranda to believe I was dead. To think she had won. So she would get sloppy.""This is another trick—""No trick. Just desperation." He pulled up a chair. Sat heavily. "Everything Miranda told you about Damien—about Thomas Kane pretending to be him—it is true. I verified it. DNA. Dental records. Damien Cross died in the warehouse explosion two months ago. You have been living with an imposter since."The words cut deeper hearing them twice. "Why are you here?""Because I need your help. And you need mine." Richard's voice cracked. "Mira