All Chapters of THE BIKER'S ACCIDENTAL LADY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The first vaccines shipped on Tuesday.Fifty thousand doses. Africa. Asia. South America. Poor regions. Desperate regions. Places where people trusted—Ashford Foundation. Trusted help. Trusted—Hope.I watched the trucks leave. Carrying genetic modification. Carrying—Doom. For fifty thousand children. First wave. First—Victory.Hope stood beside me. Nine years old now. One year since Marcus died. One year of—Her rule. Her expansion. Her—Perfect planning."By next month—five hundred thousand doses. By next year—fifty million. By decade—" She smiled. Nine years old. "Everyone. Every child. All modified. All—ours."But something was wrong.My phone buzzed. Message from unknown number. Should have deleted. Should have—Ignored. But opened it anyway.Video file. Encrypted. Took thirty seconds to decrypt. Then—Damien.Alive. Impossible. But there. On screen. Real. Speaking."Flora. If you are seeing this—I survived. Barely. Marcus kept me alive. Drugged. Imprisoned. For four years. Bu

Victoria's transport drove for three hours before she finally spoke."We have a problem."Damien tensed. "What kind of problem?""The vaccine recall failed. Twenty percent of the shipments were already administered before I could stop them. Four million children. Modified. Permanently."The number hit like a physical blow. Four million. Four million children now carrying Marcus's genetic slavery embedded in their DNA."Can they be treated?" I asked."Unknown. The genetic modification I developed was for adults. Children's DNA is more plastic, more susceptible to change. The alterations might be permanent. Or they might naturally degrade as the children grow. We will not know for years."Hope spoke for the first time since leaving. "They can be treated. I built in a reversal sequence. A genetic key that can undo the modifications. But it requires a second injection within seventy-two hours. After that, the changes become permanent."Everyone stared at her."You built in a reversal?" Vi

Victoria commandeered a helicopter from a nearby airstrip. Private. Expensive. The kind that did not ask questions when armed, bloodied people climbed aboard."Where to first?" the pilot asked, visibly nervous."Geneva," Victoria said. "World Health Organization headquarters. We need their distribution network. Now."The flight took forty minutes. The temperature gauge on the reversal sequence container dropped steadily. Minus seventy-five degrees. Minus seventy-eight. Approaching critical failure."We need more cooling," Hope said, studying the readouts. "The container was designed for stationary storage, not transport. The vibration from the helicopter is accelerating the warming.""How long do we have?" Damien asked."At current rate? Six hours. Maybe seven. Then the reversal sequence denatures. Becomes completely useless. Four million children stay modified forever."Torres was on her phone, speaking rapidly. "I am calling every contact I have. FBI. CIA. Interpol. Someone has to h

I made it halfway to Reeves's coordinates before Garrett called."Flora, stop. Do not come. This is not what it looks like.""I saw the video. I saw you and your brothers captured. I saw—""You saw staged bullshit. Reeves is using us as bait, yeah, but we are not helpless victims. We are playing along. Waiting for opportunity. But there is something else you need to know. Something about one of our own.""What are you talking about?""The woman. The one riding with us. The one you saw in that video. She is not Cascade. Never was."My stomach dropped. "Explain.""Her name is Maya Laurent. French intelligence. DGSE. She infiltrated us six months ago. We thought she was just another rider looking for family. Turns out she was looking for you. For Hope. For anyone connected to Marcus Ashford.""Why?""Because France has been tracking Marcus for twenty years. He destroyed their genetic research program in the nineties. Killed seventeen scientists. Stole their work. They have been hunting h

We landed in Iceland three hours later.Remote airfield. No witnesses. Safe house waiting in the mountains.The plane door opened. Cold air rushed in. Then gunfire.Not random. Precise. Professional. Targeting the engines. The fuel tanks. Disabling escape."Out! Everyone out!" Damien grabbed Hope, ran.We scattered. Into the darkness. Into the snow. Into nowhere.Behind us, the plane exploded. Fireball lighting up the night. Our only exit gone.Figures emerged from the darkness. Dozens of them. Surrounding us. Cutting off every direction.A woman stepped forward. Asian. Forties. Expensive suit despite the cold."Hello, Hope. I am Dr. Lin Zhao. Chief scientist for the Consortium. We have been waiting for you.""How did you know we would be here?" Victoria had her weapon drawn. Useless against this many hostiles."We have been tracking you since Singapore. Since Maya stole our files. Since you learned about our plans. Did you really think we would let you run free with that knowledge?"