《In Bed With The MC President》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

Ryan“You are still breathing too loud. It’s annoying.” Justin didn’t bother looking at me when he said it.He just leaned one shoulder against the rusted fire escape in the alley behind the clubhouse, cigarette balanced between two scarred fingers.The rainwater dripped steadily from the metal stairs above us. For the first time in seven days, I had stepped outside the hallway.Outside the office. Outside the invisible perimeter I had built around Mila and Leo like a man trying to hold back an avalanche with his bare hands.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke burn through my lungs.“I am trying.” I muttered finally.“Try harder.” Justin flicked ash onto the pavement without looking at me.The words weren’t cruel. That was the problem. They were tired. Heavy. Weighted down by a year of funerals, betrayals, blood, and all the things we never said out loud because men like us were taught to survive instead of speak.He finally turned his head toward me then, dark e

MilaI had gone toward the back door intending to find them, but I stopped the moment my fingers touched the cold metal handle.The heavy iron door was cracked open only a few inches, and through the narrow gap, the damp night air slipped inside in slow, ghostly currents. It carried the sharp scent of rain-soaked asphalt, stale tobacco, and something far heavier than either of them—raw, bleeding vulnerability.I froze in the darkness of the hallway.The clubhouse behind me was quiet except for the distant hum of the old refrigerator and the soft static buzz of the neon beer signs flickering above the empty bar. But outside, under the dripping fire escape, the two men who had once seemed larger than life sounded devastatingly human.I should have walked away.Instead, I stayed hidden beside the door, my breath shallow, listening to the fractured pieces of my life speak to each other through the rain.I heard Justin shift first, the scrape of his boot against wet concrete rough in the si

RyanMila’s hand resting on my knee was the only warm thing left in the alley.The rain had soaked through my jacket hours ago.Cold water dripped steadily from the rusted fire escape overhead, splashing onto the concrete between Justin’s boots and mine.Somewhere deeper inside the clubhouse, pipes groaned behind old walls and muffled voices drifted through the floorboards. But out here, beneath the weak yellow glow of the alley light, everything felt frozen in place.Except her touch. It felt small. But steady. And real. It anchored me to the step beneath me before I completely drifted apart.But her question kept echoing through the alley long after the words left her mouth.Why can’t it be like before?It didn’t sound like an accusation. That would have been easier to survive. It sounded like grief. Like someone standing in the ruins of a kingdom asking why nobody was rebuilding it.I stared out through the rain, my jaw tight enough to hurt. I wanted to answer her. God, I wanted to.

MilaI pushed open Justin’s office door.The weak yellow light from the desk lamp barely reached the corners of the room. Shadows stretched across the filing cabinets and old leather furniture, swallowing the places the light couldn’t touch. Leo was still asleep in the playpen beside the desk, one tiny fist curled near his cheek.Carefully, I lifted him into my arms.He barely stirred.A soft breath escaped him as he tucked himself closer against my chest, his small fingers twisting into the fabric of my sweater like he already understood how easily people disappeared.My throat tightened.I lowered myself into Justin’s old leather chair, pulling the faded flannel blanket from the armrest over both of us. The chair groaned softly beneath my weight while Leo settled against me with sleepy trust.Why can’t it be like before?The question replayed in my mind, sounding more naïve the longer I sat with it.I had looked at Ryan and Justin tonight as if they could rebuild an entire world thr

Mila“It’s Elena.”I forgot how to breathe.The sound of Elena’s voice hit me almost physically. One second, I was sitting in Justin’s dim office listening to the ticking wall clock and the distant groan of old pipes. The next, I was somewhere else entirely, back in that quiet high-rise house with lights I loved, clean floors, and people who had loved me gently instead of violently.“Elena?” I choked out. My grip tightened around the phone hard enough to make the plastic creak beneath my fingers. “How are you even calling me? This number—”“Aaron doesn’t know.” she interrupted quickly, lowering her voice into a frantic whisper.I could hear the muffled sound of a late-night television program somewhere behind her. Plates clinking faintly. The familiar hush of the house at night.“I took the burner from his desk while he was downstairs in a meeting.” she admitted. “I swear to God, Mila, if I didn’t hear your voice tonight, I was going to lose my mind.”Emotion clogged my throat so sud