All Chapters of SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Adrian’s POVWe waited in the dark.The inside of the shipping container was freezing. The thick steel walls trapped the winter air, dropping the temperature until I could see my own breath fading into the shadows. I stood near the back, my hands resting lightly on the grip of my rifle. Ronan crouched near the front doors, looking out through a narrow gap between the metal panels.Nobody spoke. My strike team was spread out across the railyard, hidden inside empty train cars and rusted containers. We had been waiting for two hours.My mind kept drifting back to the manor. I had left Nirvana sleeping safely behind locked doors and armed guards, but the fear of the invisible ghost still gnawed at me.I needed to close this leak tonight. I needed to know exactly who was selling us out so I could eliminate them and finally secure my home. I could not protect her if my own inner circle was compromised."Headlights," Ronan whispered.I stepped forward, peering over his shoulder through the

Adrian’s POVThe heavy steel door of the basement interrogation room closed behind me with a hollow thud.The air down here was always cold, smelling faintly of damp concrete and old iron. It was a room designed specifically for breaking men who refused to talk. I had spent countless hours down here over the years, extracting information from rival dealers and thieves. But I had never expected to walk down these concrete stairs to interrogate my own blood.Grizz was sitting in the metal chair directly under the single overhead bulb.The security guards had chained his wrists to the heavy iron armrests, exactly as I ordered. He didn't look scared. He didn't look like a man who had just been caught committing treason against his own family. He sat back in the chair, looking exactly like a veteran soldier stubbornly waiting out a storm.I stopped a few feet away from him.I reached up, pulling the knot of my silk tie loose, and pulled it over my head. I dropped it onto a small metal ta

Nirvana’s POVThe campus library was quiet, but the heavy silence did absolutely nothing to calm the racing beat of my heart.I sat at a secluded table on the second floor, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of me. My leg bounced nervously under the wood, bumping against the metal table frame. Yesterday afternoon, I had emptied the last of my art commission savings, stuffed the cash into a thick envelope, and handed it over to Jesse. I had wanted to go with him to the drop, desperately needing to face the men who were hunting my mother so I could know for sure that the threat was handled.But Jesse had outright refused to let me come along. He told me it was too dangerous, warning me that having a girl there would only make the thugs aggressive, and insisting that he needed to handle the situation alone.I had spent the entire night pacing the floor of my bedroom at the manor, absolutely terrified that I had just sent my friend into a trap.I hated hiding things from my fa

Adrian’s POVMy fingers wrapped around Nirvana’s wrist like an iron vise. I didn't hold her hard enough to bruise her delicate skin, but my grip was entirely unforgiving as I pulled her across the gravel parking lot toward the clubhouse.The drive from the university had been suffocating and tense. I had spent months meticulously building a wall between my two lives. I had enforced a strict rule to keep her entirely isolated from the syndicate, desperate to preserve her normal college life and keep her name clean. I had wanted her to have the freedom of a civilian, far away from the blood and the paranoia that ruled my every waking moment.But seeing that brass bullet casing sitting directly on her sketchpad had completely shattered that careful, fragile illusion.The invisible ghost hunting us had bypassed every single security measure I had put in place on that campus. They had walked right into her safe space and left a lethal promise perfectly centered on her belongings. The re

Adrian’s POVThe frantic phone call from Nirvana had completely derailed my afternoon.She had been practically hyperventilating through the speaker, her voice breaking as she described the hyper-realistic charcoal drawings she found inside the black leather sketchbook. She was entirely convinced that the quiet transfer student sitting next to her was the invisible mastermind trying to destroy our lives. The sheer panic in her voice had made my blood boil, but as soon as I hung up the phone, my analytical logic took over.I knew instantly that Davis was not the Ghost.The man actively hunting my syndicate was a tactical genius. He was a phantom who effortlessly bypassed military-grade encrypted radio frequencies, hacked into my private servers without triggering a single firewall, and orchestrated multi-million dollar supply chain robberies from the shadows.Davis was a socially awkward college kid who accidentally dropped his creepy doodles on the floor of a public classroom and for