All Chapters of My Five Forbidden Bikers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Jane!Please I need two more beers while you’re down there!”“What kind?”“The two shots, make one strong and the other stronger . “Got them coming!”Tonight, the bar was fully fucking packed and people were just pouring in and, for the first time in the bar’s history, there was a line out the damn door.Jane and I had been bombarded with drink orders since the doors opened, and the two of us were carrying around sweat rags.“Sofia! I need five of your special mock tails,” Jane said. “Coming up please just let me get some shots out,” I said.“I’ll get the shots and you can make the drinks. I don’t know how to make them like you do,” she said.“When we catch a break, I’ll show you,” I said.“A break? Tonight? New York will sail away from the continent before that is going to happens.”My mother hadn’t been in the bar for a couple of nights, and I hoped that was her learning her lesson. She had been gone from the house ever since the biker brothers shrugged her off and made her feel li

I cursed under my breath for not having any of the brothers’ numbers.It had been days since any of them showed up at the bar not since that damn phone call and the silence was starting to get to me.The longer they stayed away, the heavier the unease in my chest became. Tension in town had been building, thick and suffocating. It was the kind of tension you didn’t need words to understand. You could see it in the way crews moved and riding through the streets like they owned every inch of asphalt, loud engines and louder attitudes, provoking anything and everything just to spark something biggerLast night had only confirmed it.The laundromat over in Lucas Corner had turned into some kind of pregame hotspot before the bar even opened. A bunch of loud, arrogant idiots had taken over the place, drinking, shouting, acting like they were untouchable and they had all been wearing red leather cuts.The same red leather one that asshole wore a couple of weeks ago and the one our bouncer h

The sharp ringing of my phone yanked me out of my dream and for a split second, I stayed there half-asleep and half-lost in the lingering sensation of it.I could still feel them, the ghost of their touch trailing along my skin, warm and intoxicating.My body hummed with the memory and heat curl low in my stomach as I rolled over, groaning softly then reality crashed back in.I slapped my hand down on my phone, squinting at the screen.If this was my boss calling to drag me in on my day off for some nonsense, I was quitting on the spot. “What?” I answered, my voice rough with sleep.“Sofia. He signed the paper.”I blinked, trying to place the voice. “Jane?”“Yes, good morning to you too,” she shot back.“The owner signed the intent to sell. I have a notarized copy sitting in my email right now.”I shot upright in bed. “Are you serious?” I demanded, all traces of sleep instantly gone.“Dead serious,” she said. “And there’s more.He sent a personal email saying he fully intends to sell

“Do you ever actually take a night off?” Michael asked, his voice cutting through the noise of the bar.I snapped my head up, and there they were the twins approaching with that same effortless confidence, like they owned every room they walked into.“Jane and I are the only bartenders until our boss finds someone else,” I said, leaning against the counter. “So no, I basically live here now.”“Work hard, play harder,” Mike added as he joined them, sliding onto a stool beside his brothers.A smile tugged at my lips despite myself.“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” Luca said, his gaze settling on me with quiet intensity.“That’s funny,” I shot back with a grin. “I was thinking the exact same thing about you guys. So… what’ll it be? Thirsty?”“We heard your Long Islands are worth trying,” Mike said.“They’re kind of our signature,” I replied with a small shrug. “Thinking of cheating on your usual beers?”“If our girl says it’s her specialty, then we don’t really have a choice, do we?

I kept a close eye on every underground media outlet I could find.Anything that reported on the biker crews around Lucas Corner was usually buried deep in unofficial blogs, anonymous pages and word-of-mouth posts that spread faster than anything legitimate ever could.It was risky to publish anything about those clubs openly, but that didn’t stop people from talking and ever since the way the biker brothers had rushed out of Jane’s apartment, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong and now I had proof.Three hours before my shift, I came across an article, it was a shootout at the Firm Leaders’ clubhouse and my stomach dropped as I read through it.The details were vague and so frustratingly from what I gathered about five people injured, but no names released and no confirmations or real answers.Just enough information to make everything worse, panic hit me instantly.I sent messages to all of them Mike, Luca, Matteo, Michael, and Nico one after another, b