All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RyanMila shifted on the seat, her soft brows pulling together in confusion. She looked down at my hand, which was still clenched into a tight fist resting on my knee. Very gently, she reached out and pried my fingers apart, lacing her smaller, softer hand with mine."Your brother?" She asked quietly, studying my face. "But... you two looked like you were about to kill each other right there on the dock. The way he looked at you, the way you grabbed my hand... what happened between you two, Ryan? Why did he look at me like that?"I let out a long, slow breath, trying to force the tension out of my shoulders. Aaron wasn't just my older brother. He was the golden child, the actual heir of the Wilders who never forgave me for walking away ten years ago, and who certainly wasn't going to make my return to the throne easy.But Mila had just survived three weeks of absolute hell. She was bruised, pregnant, and exhausted. I was not going to drag her into the dark, twisted politics of my fa

HavocIn the clubhouse, I sat on Ryan’s chair and stared blindly at the mountains of paperwork, ledgers, and territory maps spread out in front of me. I rubbed my hands over my face, pressing my palms into my eyes until I saw sparks.I was losing my goddamn mind.It had only been twenty-four hours since I got the text from Ryan. Got her. He was done. We are safe. When I read those words, I had dropped to my knees in the alley behind the club and wept like a child. My little sister was safe. Ryan had actually done it. He had torn down Caleb Sterling’s psychotic empire and pulled Mila out of the wreckage. But the relief was entirely overshadowed by the absolute hellhole Ryan had left behind.Ryan wasn't just a member of the Reapers. He was the President. He was the king. He was the terrifying, unmovable force that kept every rival gang, every corrupt cop, and every hot-headed rookie in this city strictly in line. And now? Now his ink was blacked out, he was wearing custom suits, and

RyanThe suite itself was larger than the entire Midnight Reapers clubhouse.It was decorated in deep blues and golds, with a massive stone fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the private gardens and a bed large enough to get lost in. But it was cold. It didn't feel like a home.Mila wrapped her arms around her stomach, her eyes taking in the grand room before finally settling on me."I am sorry." I murmured as I walked toward her. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, rubbing the tension I felt there. "I know this isn't what you expected when I said I was bringing you home."Her soft brows furrowed in confusion. "Your mother... she seemed so happy to see you, Ryan. She was crying. Why did you look at her like she was the enemy?"A dark knot tightened in my chest. I didn't want to talk about Fiona. I didn't want to explain how the Wylder family's version of "love" was a venomous, conditional thing that had nearly destroyed me ten years ago."In this house, Mila, a sm

RyanThe view from the top floor of the Empire Group headquarters was supposed to make a man feel like a god. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the CEO’s office, the entire city stretched out below me. But I hated it. All of it.I stood by the glass, shoving my hnsds deep into the pockets of my tailored charcoal trousers. I rolled my shoulders to feel a little better. But it didn’t work.For ten years, I had worn leather, grease, and the blood of my enemies. Now, I was wearing a five-thousand-dollar Tom Ford suit and a Rolex that suffocated me.It had been exactly forty-eight hours since that dinner. Two days of sitting in endless board meetings. Two days of systematically burning Caleb Sterling’s remaining legacy to the ground.I walked over to the desk that used to be my father's and sat on the leather chair. I picked up the silver pen resting next to a stack of documents and signed my name on the top file.With that single signature, the hostile takeover was officially comp

Havoc"I am getting married."I hadn’t moved. I hadn’t breathed since I heard what she had said. That day, there had been no hesitation in her dark eyes, no flicker of regret, nothing but cold finality.I had told her it was great news and that I was happy for her. Because I knew I was a coward. I knew I wasn't brave like Ryan. I needed the club more than love. She hadn’t said another word knowing me, knowing my courage. She had turned on her heel and left the office. I had stood there for what felt like hours. I had mourned the scent of her, the thoughts of her. For days, I had been mourning her words.Married.I stared at the empty space where she had stood while confessing.That day, she was screaming my name, swearing she belonged only to me.I grabbed the nearest thing I could reach and hurled it across the room. The bronze bookend from Ryan’s shelf smashed into a framed map of our territory, shattering the glass into a thousand pieces.It wasn't enough. The pressure in my ch