All Chapters of THE BIKER'S ACCIDENTAL LADY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Victoria's flames consumed everything.The Debt Collector screamed. His creatures burned. The mansion groaned as fire ate through ancient wood."Run!" Damien grabbed Hope and me. Sarah followed. We crashed through a side window as the ceiling collapsed behind us.Outside, the grounds were a graveyard. Bodies everywhere. Elena's soldiers. The Cascade bikers. The Chen family. All dead.Victoria stumbled out behind us. The flamethrower empty. Her burned face worse in the firelight. She collapsed."Why?" I demanded. "Why save us?""Because—" Blood bubbled from her lips. "Because family is all we have. Even if we destroy each other. Even if—" She coughed. "Tell Hope—tell her the Ashfords were not all monsters. Some of us tried—"She stopped moving.Damien checked her pulse. Shook his head."She is gone."Sirens approached. Multiple agencies. Fire trucks. Ambulances. And federal vehicles.Agent Torres arrived first. Saw the carnage. Went pale."What happened here?""War. And we lost." I hel

Damien hit the ground hard.Blood. Too much blood. Spreading across his chest like spilled ink."No no no—" I pressed my hands against the wound. Hot. Pulsing. "Damien stay with me. Stay with me!"His eyes focused on mine. Trying to speak. Blood bubbled from his lips."Hope—" he whispered. "Promise—keep her safe—""You are going to keep her safe. You are not dying. You hear me? You do not get to die!"Torres was screaming into her radio. "Officer down! I need medical! Now!"Richard stood frozen. Gun still raised. Staring at what he had done.Then he smiled."Finally. Finally I win—"Federal agents tackled him. Dragged him away. His laughter echoing across the water.The ambulance arrived within minutes. Paramedics swarmed. Pushing me aside. Working frantically."Gunshot wound to the chest. Possible lung collapse. BP dropping. We need to move now!"They loaded Damien onto a stretcher. His hand found mine. Squeezed weakly."Flora—""Save your strength. You are going to be fine. You have

The flames were instant. Hungry. Consuming.I kicked the shattered window. Glass cutting my hands. No time for pain."Hope! Give me your hand!"She reached through smoke and fire. I pulled her out. Rolled us away from the burning van."Sarah!" I crawled back. Heat searing my skin. "Sarah wake up!"She was still unconscious. Still strapped in. Flames climbing the seats toward her.Catherine watched. Smiling. "Ten seconds until the gas tank explodes. You can save yourself and the child. Or die trying to save her. Choose quickly."I dove back into the inferno.Unbuckled Sarah. Grabbed her arms. Pulled. She was dead weight. Too heavy. The flames too close."Flora get out!" Catherine's voice. "Five seconds—"I pulled harder. Sarah's body moved. Inch by inch. The heat melting my skin. My lungs screaming."Three—"I got her halfway out."Two—"Hope grabbed Sarah's other arm. Together we pulled."One—"We cleared the van.The explosion threw us fifteen feet. Pressure wave. Heat blast. Death b

Two months passed without incident.No attacks. No threats. No Richard.Just silence.Torres called it the calm before the storm. I called it psychological warfare. Richard wanted us to relax. To lower our guard. To believe we were finally safe.Then he would strike.Damien healed slowly. Physical therapy. Endless exercises. Learning to breathe without pain."I am getting old," he joked one morning. "Time was I could take three bullets and walk it off.""You are forty-two. Not ancient.""Feels ancient." He watched Hope playing in the secured yard. Federal agents everywhere. Our new normal. "She deserves better than this. Than us. Than constant danger.""She deserves her parents. That is what matters."But I wondered. Late at night. When nightmares came. When I saw Richard's face in every shadow.Was survival enough? Or were we just prolonging Hope's suffering? Keeping her alive but never letting her live?Sarah recovered faster. She was younger. Tougher than she looked."I traced the

I woke to screaming.Not mine. Someone else's. Close. Desperate.My eyes opened. Wrong location. Not hospital. Not safe house.Concrete room. Chains. Blood on the walls."Welcome back." Chen Wei stood over me. Face scarred from our last encounter. Eyes dead. "You passed out from blood loss. Richard's bullet missed your heart. Unfortunate. I would have preferred you conscious for everything.""Where—where am I—""Richard's backup facility. The one the FBI did not know about. The one he prepared for exactly this scenario." She grabbed my hair. Yanked my head back. "Richard is dead. My brother is dead. My entire family dishonored. So now—now I take payment in blood. Yours. Your husband's. Your daughter's."Terror flooded through me. "Hope—if you touch her—""I already have people moving on her location. Torres thinks she is safe. She is wrong. In three hours—maybe less—your daughter will be here. Watching while I skin you alive. Then I do the same to her. While your husband watches. Befo