All Chapters of The Bad boy of Pine Creek: My biker lover : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Aston’s POV I was awash with unrelenting jealousy and pain. Something akin to what I felt when my mother died. Back then, I knew I was losing my mother forever. Now, it felt like I was losing Maddy forever. There was nothing I could do to keep her with me. When our eyes locked, my stomach rumbled with desire and unspeakable jealousy. I cleared my throat, startling them. They sprang apart, Maddy wiping her lips. “Oh, hey Aston, I didn’t see you there,” Max said. I just wanted to pound his face in again. I swallowed my ego and thrust out a hand. “I just wanted to come over here and wish you luck. May the best guy win!” I said. He took a cursory glance at my hand, turned his head to meet Maddy’s before shaking me. “Good luck to you too.” It took everything in me not to look in Maddy’s direction as I was leaving. My legs were shaking, but I didn’t want her to see my need for her. How much I craved for her. How much I just wanted to put her on my bike and ride away from her

~Maddy's POV~ I was paralyzed by fear. I could hear it in Cutter's voice that he meant business. His grimy palms on my skin felt like knife ready to cut me open. His hand was strong enough to snap my neck. I was so ready for my demise! My pants were wet with a small stream of urine that escaped from my vagina. "The only thing keeping you alive was my respect for the Chadwicks, but what do we do now that Mr. Chadwick actually wants you out of town. Your protection's gone. You're all alone and I'm here for my money!" Cutter said. "I don't understand. Dad you said you were paying him off. You said you were done with this. You were going to your meetings, right? How could you do this to us?" Dad's face had become so disfigured from the beating that I couldn't even recognize him. Cutter's enforcer had used his fists all over my dad's face. He was bent over, spitting blood. "Addicts lie, Maddy. Sweet child, your innocence is almost making me feel sorry for you! I know what i

~Maddy's POV~ ONE WEEK LATER I stood outside the hospital with the bouquet, waiting. The hospital was flooded with Ryders who were still dropping in to show their respects to Aston. It's been a week since the accident. A week since my life turned upside down. A week since I lost the father I thought I knew. "Hey Maddy, you coming in!?" Cody's voice brought me back to reality. He had just rolled up on his bike. He, too, was carrying some flowers. Roses. "I can't. Lala doesn't want me to see him," I said. Cody guffawed. "Please, she's going to have to get over it. You're his friend. You have a right to see him. Follow me, I'll get you in." I hesitated, barely moving my feet. "I can't. I don't want to be embarrassed." "What if I tell you....she's not in there right now? I think she went home to change or something. She's really mad about the wedding being postponed. I don't want to sound mean but there must be something out there that didn't want to bind Aston to

~Maddy's POV~ I stopped breathing. He was so imposing, so terrifying. What the fuck was he doing here? I looked at the sign above the door again. I was not mistaken. This was room 12. He had somehow found out about my secrets again. "I know you're new to this and all but is it usually policy to just linger outside the door while my drink gets warm!?" Mr. Chadwick said teasingly. I entered the room slowly. "Are you stalking me?"He chuckled. "Let's consider it...keeping myself abreast of the current events. So, your dad fucked up again huh!?" he asked. I handed him the glass of whiskey. He had also ordered a Manhattan. "Expecting company!?""I sure am! My date isn't here yet but she'll be in the next few minutes. Do you mind keeping me company until she arrives!?" I suspected his guests would be high-class call girls but then again, I doubt call girls would frequent a dump like Meadow's. Still, I settled down beside him because I got the impression he wasn't asking nicely. M

~Maddy's POV~ Blood was everywhere. I had accidentally stepped into it. My throat suddenly went dry. I couldn't even scream. My dad laid dead on the bed. His blood staining the white bedsheets and I couldn't even move. I was so paralyzed, I barely breathed. My legs quivered, nearly giving away. I don't know how long I stood there before it finally sunk to me. It really dawned on me. He was dead. Gone forever. And that was when the screams came out. Dry, hoarse sounds that came from somewhere deep inside me. Somewhere dark and unreachable. My screams pierced the air. People started rushing in. Our new neighbors who wanted to know what was happening. Everything else was out of my control. I felt like a person possessed. Like I was standing outside of my shell, watching everything that went down after I screamed. Police arrived. The coroner's van pulled up. Yellow tape was used to corner off our house. Suddenly I was in an ambulance. Something was poured down my