In Bed With The MC President의 모든 챕터: 챕터 191 - 챕터 200

RyanI stared out into the rain. Thought about Leo’s sleepy breaths against my neck. Thought about the softness of his forehead beneath my lips earlier that morning. Thought about the terrifying realization that I would burn entire cities to ash before I let anything touch him.“It feels…” I stopped, struggling for the words. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.“It feels like your heart is walking around outside your body.” I added finally and laughed once under my breath, exhausted and disbelieving. “It’s the first time in my life I have ever been afraid to die. Not because I am scared of death. I stopped being scared of that a long time ago.”I looked over at Justin. “But because if I am gone…” My throat tightened. “I can’t stand between him and the things waiting to hurt him.”Justin nodded once. “Good.”Rain fell steadily around us while somewhere down the block a siren wailed faintly through the city.And beneath everything else, beneath the exhaustion, the grief, the ni

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 t

RyanRyanI gave a distracted nod and walked toward the alley exit before the weight inside my ribs crushed me alive.Five minutes later, I was flying down the wet midnight streets of the South Side on my Ducati.The engine screamed beneath me as I tore through red lights and empty intersections without slowing once.I wasn’t wearing a helmet. I wanted the freezing wind against my skin. I wanted the rain hitting my face hard enough to sting.Why can’t it be like before?The city blurred around me in streaks of neon and rain-slick pavement. Headlights smeared across the wet road like bleeding stars. My tires hissed against standing water as I leaned hard into corners far too fast for sanity.But I didn’t care.I needed motion. Needed noise. Needed speed violent enough to outrun the version of myself I couldn’t stand looking at anymore.For nearly an hour, I rode aimlessly.Downtown. The docks. Industrial backroads along the river.I barely registered where I was going.All I knew was

RyanShe didn’t belong on the South Side.Amelia stood beneath the flickering streetlamp in a cream wool coat. Her leather boots sank slightly into the rain-soaked gravel.She looked unreal here.Too polished. Too delicate. Like someone had taken a woman from a luxury perfume campaign and abandoned her in the middle of a battlefield.“How did you find me?” I asked. My voice came out flat. Exhausted.“You got rid of the security team.” she said, hugging her arms tightly around herself against the freezing wind, “but you forgot about the secondary tracker on the Ducati.”Rain clung to her dark hair and mascara stained faint shadows beneath her eyes. She looked like she had been searching for hours.“Richard wouldn't say where you are. My father is looking for you. He is tearing Manhattan apart trying to find where you disappeared to.”“Then you should go back to Manhattan,” I turned away from her and rested my forearms against the wet chain-link fence overlooking the river. The metal wa

RyanThe ride back to the South Side passed in a blur of freezing rain, screaming engines and absolute emotional paralysis. I barely remembered the roads I took. The Ducati tore through slick midnight streets while icy water lashed against my face hard enough to sting. Neon signs bled across the wet pavement in distorted streaks of red and gold, the city reduced to fragments of light smeared across the darkness. But I didn’t feel the cold. My mind stayed trapped back at the overlook with Amelia standing in the rain, staring at me like she had finally seen the corpse underneath the designer suits and sharp smiles. You’re a monster. The worst part was that she hadn’t been wrong. By the time I turned into the alley behind the clubhouse, my clothes were soaked through completely. Rainwater dripped from my hair into my eyes as I killed the engine and let the sudden silence crash over me. The Ducati ticked softly as it cooled beside me. I sat there for a long moment, m