Alle Kapitel von In Bed With The MC President: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

MilaHearing what I had asked, Caleb didn't blink. He didn't breathe. The charming, arrogant CEO was gone. For three agonizing seconds, the world simply stopped spinning.Then, Caleb’s hand tightened around the heavy crystal.He didn't yell. He simply swung his arm with terrifying, lightning-fast precision and hurled the glass at the wall directly behind my head.CRASH.The sound made me flinch. Shards of sharp crystal rained down on my hair and shoulders. The amber scotch splashed across the wallpaper, bleeding down the wall like an ugly wound.I instinctively threw my hands up over my head as a strangled gasp tore from my throat.Before I could even lower my arms, Caleb was on me.His hands shot out and clamped onto my shoulders. His fingers dug violently into my collarbones, his nails biting through my robe. He pulled me off the sofa, dragging me up until my face was inches from his."You stupid, filthy bitch." He hissed. "Do you think just because I am being patient, you are cleve

MilaI spent the entire night sitting on the white bed, wrapping my arms protectively around my stomach. When the morning light became too evident through the curtains, I pushed myself up. My collarbones ached where Caleb’s fingers had dug into my skin the night before.But I couldn't just sit here. I couldn't just wait for Caleb to tighten the noose.I spent the next three hours tearing the penthouse apart, searching for a blind spot. I started with the private elevator, the only way in or out of this glass prison. I pressed the call button but the sleek digital panel flashed red. Biometric Scan Required. Caleb had reprogrammed it. Without his thumbprint or a master override keycard, the doors wouldn't even open.I moved to the fire escape at the end of the long hallway. The heavy steel door was sealed tight. Above the handle, a small red light blinked steadily. It was armed. If I pushed that bar, alarms would blare throughout the building and Caleb’s private security. The men stat

RyanThe rain was freezing and hit my face as I sped through the empty streets of the lower city.My V-twin engine roared, echoing off the brick walls of the empty warehouses.Usually, the vibration of the bike comforted me. But tonight, every bump in the cracked road sent sharp pain through my broken ribs.Under my soaked black t-shirt, my chest burned. The black ink Justin had carved over my heart felt like an open wound.I was cold, bleeding, and completely alone. For ten years, the leather cut on my shoulders had been my armor. Without it, the cold night air felt like knives against my skin.Suddenly, a blinding glare of high beams showed up in my rearview mirrors. I downshifted, the bike growling as I took a sharp turn onto an industrial access road. The headlights stayed right behind me. A matte-black pickup truck followed, its grill almost touching my rear tire.They weren't trying to follow me. They were trying to run me down.Word travels fast in the gutter. A King without

RyanThe rain was finally starting to slow down. I parked my bike and stood across the sidewalk, ignoring the sharp pain in my body. In front of me stood the headquarters of the Empire Group.It was the tallest building in the city and the center of power in the country. The conglomerate owned everything from shipping lines and real estate to banks and politicians.If Caleb Sterling was a shark swimming in the city's waters, the Empire Group was the ocean itself.For ten long years, I had stayed away from this place. I had sworn to myself that I would never, ever walk through these doors.But here I was again.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.The main entrance was made of massive glass revolving doors. Inside, the lobby looked like a modern museum. The floors were bright, polished white marble. The ceiling was high, covered in expensive modern art and warm, golden lights. Even at this hour, the building felt alive, humming with invisible power.I walked through the doors.

Ryan"Long time no see," the man said. It was a voice used to giving orders that shaped nations.I didn't reply right away. I just stood there, letting the rainwater drip from my torn clothes onto his priceless hardwood floors. A puddle of water and diluted blood was already starting to pool around my heavy combat boots.Richard Allison set his crystal glass down on the massive desk. He stepped out from behind it, walking slowly toward me. "They blacked you out," Richard breathed. He sounded like he was actually shocked. "The club you bled for. The gang of outlaws you chose over your own family. They actually threw you out.""I stepped down." I corrected him. Every breath I took sent a jagged spike of pain through my ribs but I forced myself to stand still. I refused to look weak in this room.Richard closed the distance between us, stopping just a few feet away. Up close, I could see the lines of age and stress around his eyes, the burden of running a global empire. But right now, t