All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RYLAN’S POVThe hospital waiting room had been suffocating, so I’d dragged myself outside despite the nurse’s protests that I needed to rest. My broken arm throbbed, my ribs screamed with every breath, and the stitches across my forehead pulled tight when I frowned.But none of that compared to the weight pressing on my chest every time I looked at my sister.Elara followed me out into the cool evening air, her own casted arm held close to her body. She looked small. Fragile. Nothing like the stubborn girl who’d left LA six years ago determined to build a normal life.I leaned against the brick wall and pulled out the cigarette pack one of the ER nurses had given me when I’d asked. Surprisingly I had never smoked before. But two days of torture had a way of changing your habits.“When did you start smoking?” Elara asked quietly.“About two days ago.” I lit it, took a drag that burned my lungs. “When Marcus’s men started taking turns beating the shit out of me.”Her face crumpled sli

KNOX’S POVThe first thing I felt was Pain.Deep, burning agony radiating from my side like someone had poured acid into my veins. Then I started becoming more aware of my surroundings…the weight of blankets, the steady beep of machines.I forced my eyes open. Everything was blurred, like weird shapes without edges.the ceiling and light were so bright they made my head throb.I blinked once then twice. The world slowly became more focused.I was in a hospital room. With tubes running from my arms. And wires attached to my chest. An oxygen mask covering my face. Somehow, I was alive.I felt someone move by my side. Someone was sitting in the chair beside the bed,with their head bowed, and shoulders curved forward like they’d fallen asleep.It was a woman with beautiful dark hair spilling forward. Elara.Relief crashed through me, almost as painful as the wound. She was here. She was safe.I tried to speak but the oxygen mask muffled everything. My throat was raw, dry as sandpaper. “

KNOX’S POVNobody would tell me anything. Rylan deflected. Melissa changed the subject. Even Kai, the few times I’d seen him, had just shrugged and said she was “dealing with things.”Fuck that.I waited until Melissa left for her supply run into town. Waited until I heard Rylan’s voice outside, talking to Ash about patrol routes. Then I disconnected the monitors, gritting my teeth against the pain as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.The room spun for a moment. I gripped the edge of the mattress, breathing through it.Standing took effort. Walking took more. But I made it to the door, then to the hallway, then to the stairs.Each step was agony. The stitches pulled, my muscles screamed, but I kept going.I had to see her.The upstairs hallway was quiet. Three doors, all closed. I moved to the first one, knocked softly.Nothing.The second door was Melissa’s…I could see her medical bag on the floor through the crack.The third door was closed tight, but I could hear somethin

ELARA’S POVI woke up feeling more rested than I have in months.Knox’s chest rose and fell beneath my cheek in steady rhythm. His arm was draped across my back, heavy and warm, anchoring me to the present moment.I slept. I actually slept well. For the first time since the clubhouse burned, I’d made it through the night without nightmares clawing me awake.Early morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in shades of grey. It was already close to dawn.I should go back upstairs before anyone notices I was gone.The thought made my chest tighten, but being found here wouldn’t be good. I remember how my father use to flip when I was close to any member of our club.Carefully, slowly, I extracted myself from his embrace. He stirred slightly, his arm tightening for a moment before releasing me. His face remained peaceful, younger in sleep, without the constant tension he carried when awake.I grabbed my sleep shirt from where it had been discarded on the fl

Knox's POV The wind cut through my leather jacket as we tore down the highway, Elara pressed tight against my back. Her good arm wrapped around my waist, her casted one tucked carefully between us. I could feel her breathing…fast, shallow, scared.We all were.Eight motorcycles riding in formation, heading north with everything we owned strapped to our bikes or abandoned behind us. Again.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Once. Twice. Three times.I ignored it.Whatever it was could wait. Right now, staying alive took priority over everything else.Rylan led the pack, his bike eating up asphalt like it was personal. Kai and Ash flanked him. Tiny and Reaper brought up the rear, constantly checking mirrors for tails. Stitch rode alone, his bike loaded down with medical supplies and weapons.And I had Elara.She shifted slightly behind me, her helmet pressing against my shoulder blade. Even through all the gear, I could feel her trembling.“You okay?” I called back, knowing she probably c