Todos os capítulos de Claimed by my Biker Stepbrother: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Pearl Morning came wrong, a d I hated that my mind automatically took that as a sign that things were only going to get worse from here. I'd always heard that morning signified new and beautiful beginnings, but I didn't feel like it one bit. Yes, the sun was already filtering into the room and almost setting it on fire with its light, but it still didn't change anything. Everywhere was too quiet, and too still. It pressed against my ears until I noticed my own breathing and hated it. Like that wasn't enough, I couldn't shake off the dread and sadness that was lodged deep in my lower belly, like an ache that refused to go away no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it. I was still going through it all when an unwelcome memory flashed at the back of my mind Me and Zander. At the clubhouse, me offering to drive him home, and our almost kiss. I might not have adequate details as to how last night ended, but the mere thought of the fact that we were so close, pressed so tightly an

Pearl I followed him out into the night before my pride could catch up with my sense. I didn't think too much about it. No, scratch that, I didn't even think about it at all,, because if I did, best believe Zander was going to hand to come back and hurl me over his shoulder, after he'd realized I hadn't been following him. Fucking bastard. The curse echoed only at the back of my head and my mind. If I dared to say it to his hearing, then all hell would definitely break lose. I knew I should be mad that he had burst in here to interrupt me, and in a way, I was, but something else seemed to be overshadowing the said anger. Want. The warm emotion tingled underneath my skin, and I had to force myself to believe that the heat racing up my cheeks and warming me from the inside out, was as a result of the many stares i was getting and not the fact that Zander's sexy, hot anger had left me flustered. With a small sigh and an even stubborn shake of my head, I pushed the thoughts aside

Pearl I returned to the porch the next day, and I almost didn't recognize the place. It had been scrubbed clean , literally.I had no idea how to feel as I stared at the place. We were just there people that lived here and I just knew for a fact that none of us were big on cleaning. So whoever who had made sure this place was spotless had been intentional about it, almost as if they wanted to prove a point. That if they could scrub the spot clean, then it could wipe out the memory of what we'd stumbled upon last night. I almost laughed, almost, because it was beyond pathetic to even think of. I stood there longer than necessary, staring at the spot where the object had been the night before, like my eyes could bully it back into existence. There was nothing, no scuff, no imprint, and not even the faint suggestion that something deliberate had ever been placed there.My chest tightened anyway.Zander was already inside. Of course he was. He moved like consequences were something

Pearl I found Zander in the kitchen, busy with whatever the fuck he was doing. Usually, I would ask him what he was making for dinner and taunt him to not burn the kitchen down, but right now, I wasn't in the mood. Hell, I couldn't even feel my own body right now. It was a miracle how I'd been able to even walk here without passing out, or at least running into the nearest wall. The message was still open on my phone, the screen dimming and brightening with my pulse. As I pushed the phone towards him, I realized my hands didn’t shake. It surprised me, and when my voice shook, I almost lost it. “I got this,” I said. I didn’t explain, I didn’t preface or try to sugarcoat it. I just walked up to him and held the phone out between us like evidence.Zander dried his hands on a towel before taking it, and that pause, small, and deliberate, made my stomach tighten. He read the message once, then again, and again, but his face didn’t change.He didn’t react the way people did when they

Zander I came back to myself in fragments. I wasn't one to be ungrateful, or maybe I was, but a tiny part of me couldn't help but feel like not waking up at all. I was yet to recall what had happened, but I doubted it warranted being woken up in the worst possible ways known to man. The first thing I recognized was the cold metal dug into my spine. It sent shivers, unwelcome ones shuddering down my back, and in an attempt to get away from it, I realized I couldn't. My wrists burned next and I quickly felt the rope, tight and biting into skin every time I shifted. My head throbbed like someone had split it open and forgotten to close it again. There was a single bulb hanging overhead, swaying slightly, its light harsh and unforgiving.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then I did.I jerked forward instinctively, and the chair scraped violently across the concrete. Pain flared down my arms as the restraints held fast. I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled harder, muscles sc