บททั้งหมดของ FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

ELARA'S POV "Dad is dead." Just three words and I found myself standing in front of the clubhouse I used to call home. The home I spent the last six years running from, though it never really felt like it after I watched my mother bleed to death. I was standing in front of the same clubhouse I swore I’d never step foot in again, where it all started and where it all ended.All I could think about was how many times I begged my father to walk away from this life, to stop acting like death didn’t come for men like him, how many times I told him I didn’t want to bury him the way we buried her.But he never listened, he always said he had it under control, that the streets respected him too much for anyone to touch him, and now...he's dead. I took in my surroundings once more. Motorcycles are packed all over. Everyone was here, everyone ought to be here, their president just got murdered. I gripped the handle of my leather bag, took a deep breath and walked into the clubhouse. Open

ELARA'S POV "Snugglebug!" A feminine voice called my name from the living room. Wait, there's only one person that calls me that. I opened the door to find a redhead girl in a short leather skirt and a crop top. Kathy. "Kathy?" I rushed into her arms."Elara!""Oh my gosh, how have you been?" I asked, pulling away slightly.Kathy used to be my best friend before I moved to New York. "As you can see," she grinned. "I've been great, what about you? I just heard you were back in LA.""Yeah," I smiled."Tell me everything! Last I heard, you were engaged and your Dad, may his soul rest in peace, was not happy about it."Kathy's hands flexed on her hips as we sat on the sofa. I spent the next thirty minutes updating Kathy about my life in New York and how Jason dumped me for his stepsister."Wow, he did that? If Tiger knew about this, that sick fuck would be dead already," Kathy said, shaking her head."I wouldn't have let Dad do anything about it. Everything happens for a reason," I

Knox's POV "It's not your fault. You didn't shoot me. I gently took her trembling hands into mine before they could brush the bandages. Her lower lip quivered. "You could have died because of me." "But I didn't."I squeezed her hands, gently. The only thing that was keeping me sane at the moment. "Enough about me. Do you want me to bring your therapist here?" She let go of my hands and wiped the tears almost about to drop. "My therapist?" Oh, right. She doesn't know that after she left LA, I stalked her every fucking day, so I know everything that happened to her. "Yeah, your therapist, Dr. Lenore," I confirmed, trying to sound casual, as if her entire personal history wasn't currently uploaded to the private server in my head.Elara’s eyes narrowed slightly. "How do you know about Dr. Lenore?""She and I... share a mutual acquaintance. I happened to find out that you were one of her clients." Mutual acquaintance? Really, Knox? That's all you can come up with."How? Everyth

ELARA’S POVThe ride to the clubhouse was torture in ways I hadn’t anticipated.Every time Knox accelerated, my body pressed closer against his back. I could feel the heat radiating through his leather jacket, the solid muscle beneath my palms, the way his abs contracted under my fingers when he shifted gears.I tried to focus on anything else. The wind whipping past us. The trees blur into streaks of green. The roar of the engine drowned out my thoughts.But all I could think about was last night.The way his mouth felt on mine. His hand tangled in my hair. The way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth having.Stop it, Elara.Jason had cheated on me three days ago. Three days. I had no business letting another man kiss me, touch me, make me feel things I’d never felt in six years with my fiancé.Ex-fiancé.The word still felt strange.Knox slowed as we approached the clubhouse, pulling into the familiar gravel lot packed with motorcycles. He killed the engin

ELARA’S POVGrey light crept through the single window, turning the cabin from black to shadow.I woke with a stiff neck and the metallic taste of smoke still coating my tongue. My body was rigid from lying in one position all night, too afraid to move,and too aware of Knox’s presence just feet away.I blinked at the ceiling, counting the exposed beams until my eyes adjusted.Then I sat up slowly and looked toward the window.Knox was exactly where he’d been when I closed my eyes six hours ago.Standing. With his Rifle gripped in both hands. Shoulders locked. Staring out at the darkness that was now becoming dawn.“You didn’t sleep,” I said, my voice coming out rough and raw.He shrugged without turning. “Don’t need to.”I looked at his hands. His knuckles were white against the dark metal of the rifle. He’d been holding it like that all night.“Knox…”“I’m fine.” He finally moved, rolling his neck once. The crack was audible in the quiet. “The generator needs to be started.”He walk