All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELARA’S POVThe voices upstairs grew clearer as they descended toward the basement door.“…wasn’t our agreement,” the woman said, her tone sharp with irritation. “You said you’d leave immediately after grabbing her.”“Plans changed,” Jason responded defensively. “I needed to get something’s straight first”“Bullshit, get the hell out of here.”That voice. That familiar voice that made my blood run cold.The door handle turned.Something inside me snapped. All the fear, all the pain, all the rage transformed into pure, desperate fury.I started kicking. Everything within reach. The radiator. The wall. The chain rattling against metal with a deafening clang that echoed through the basement.“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”Footsteps pounded. The door flew open. Jason burst through first, his face contorted with rage.Behind him, stepping into the light, was Melissa.Time seemed to freeze. We stared at each other across the basement…me chained and broken on the floor, her standing free and who

KNOX’S POVThe sky hung heavy and grey above us, it seemed like it was going to rain but nothing happened. Everything was just cold and grey.Melissa’s casket sat beside a hole in the ground at the cemetery where the club buried its dead. With simple pines and no flowers. No ceremony. Just a box and a grave and silence.This was what betrayal earned you. A hole in the ground and people who couldn’t wait to forget you existed.I stood at the back of the gathered Vipers, my arm around Elara’s shoulders. She was still healing…her ribs were taped, face still discolored with fading bruises. But she’d insisted on coming.“She was part of the club,” Elara had said when I’d tried to convince her to stay at the lodge. “Even traitors deserve someone to witness their end.”My woman had a capacity for mercy I’d never understand. After everything Melissa had done to her, she still found it in herself to care.Rylan stood at the head of the grave, his face carved from stone. He’d barely spoken sin

RYLAN’S POVThe lodge was quiet when I pulled in, most of the Vipers having dispersed after the burial. I sat in the truck for a moment, rain still drumming against the roof, trying to gather the energy to go inside and pretend everything was fine.My clothes were soaked. Blood…Ray’s blood…had dried on my hands and sleeves, turning from red to rust-brown. I probably looked like I’d just come from a massacre.The front door opened before I could make it halfway up the steps. Elara stood there, her eyes going wide as she took in my appearance.“Rylan!” She rushed forward, her hands hovering over me like she was afraid to touch, afraid of what injuries she might find. “What happened? Are you hurt? Is that your blood?”“El, calm down…”“Calm down? You’re covered in blood!” Her voice rose, panic evident in every syllable. “Did the Skulls attack? Is someone dead? Are you…”“Elara.” I grabbed her shoulders gently, forcing her to look at me. “I’m fine. The blood isn’t mine.”She blinked, pro

RYLAN’S POVHaven was nothing like what I expected.I’d been bracing myself for something that looked almost like a hospital , circles of chairs, people sharing trauma like they were in some kind of therapy session. The kind of place that smelled like stale coffee and desperation.Instead, I pulled up to a building that was booming with music and life. Neon signs glowed in the windows. People streamed in and out, laughing and talking. The bass from inside rattled the sidewalk beneath my feet.“This is the place?” I asked Ray, who’d insisted on coming despite still needing crutches.“Told you it was a club, didn’t I?” He grinned, hobbling toward the entrance. “What, you thought I meant a support group?”“Yeah, actually.”“We do that too. But on Thursdays, we just… live. Dance. Drink.” He paused at the door. “Come on. First drink’s on me.”The inside was even more alive than the outside suggested. Bodies moved on the dance floor, dancing to music that was loud but not overwhelming. T

ELARA’S POVThe bathroom attached to my room at the lodge had always felt too big…marble floors that stayed cold even after hours of steam, a rainfall shower wide enough for three people, and glass walls. Tonight it felt like a tomb.I stood under the scalding spray, letting the water pound against my shoulders until my skin turned pink. The gala was tomorrow night. The trap was set. And every time I closed my eyes I saw the same thing: a faceless shadow raising a gun, Rylan’s face when he told me about the contract, Knox’s hand on my cheek promising he’d die before he let anyone touch me.I was terrified. I was exhausted. And beneath all of it, shamefully, I was aching.The water couldn’t wash away the fear, but it could drown the sobs I didn’t want anyone to hear. I pressed my forehead to the cool tile and let the tears mix with the spray.I didn’t hear the door open.I didn’t hear the soft click of the lock.I only felt the sudden shift in temperature when the shower door slid bac