All Chapters of The Bad boy of Pine Creek: My biker lover : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

~Maddy's POV~ "Are you fucking kidding me!? Are you seriously fucking kidding me!? He doesn't remember me but he fucking remembers this slut!?" Lala crashed out. Her loud voice startled everyone. "Lala, please I'm gonna ask you to keep your voice low!" "Me? You broke my fiancé's brain and now he can't remember but I'm the one who gets told off!!?" Lala went off on him. Turning to me, she came lunging at me furiously. "You! I knew you were nothing but trouble. Why the fuck is she even here? Her father just died. Shouldn't be preparing for his funeral? Why are you here screwing everything up for me!?" Cody had to step in between us to catch her before she reached me. My headaches were worsened by her screams. "Take her out! Security, please escort Mr. Williams out!" I collapsed on the floor, passing out while she was still screaming. When I woke up, I found Aston sitting next to me holding my hand in a wheelchair. His head was bandaged. His face was still puffed up. Looki

~Maddy's POV~ He returned my kiss, his tongue deepening. His fingers found my hair, flickering through. I was just about to climb over his wheelchair when a knock on the door interrupted us. I sprang away from him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that!" "No, it's fine. I've missed your taste?" he said. I walked down to the door and opened it. It was Sam with a file. "Ma'am, I've compiled a list of everything you need for the party!" he said, ever the dutiful butler.. "It's fine, Sam. We are putting the party on hold. Right now, I'm focused on my father's funeral. Could you get started on that!?" "Of course ma'am, what would you like me to do??" "I'd like to meet with the best funeral director in town tomorrow!" "There's only one funeral director worth your time and I'll have him here in time for you, ma'am!" "Thank you, Sam! and please just call me Maddy. I'm not used to the whole ma'am thing!" Sam frowned. "Yes ma'am!" he said. I sighed. "You're just gonna co

~Maddy's POV~ Lala's eyes gleamed maliciously. She was dressed in an elegant, elaborate black gown that showed her cleavage. A big cap covered half her face. She came announcing herself like a true socialite. You would think she was the one burying her father. Me and my understated gown did not stand a chance. "Sweetie, how I've missed you!" she said, angling for Aston's face. She kissed his cheeks exaggeratedly. Aston's body went slack with discomfort. I searched his face. Did he recognize her? Was my time over before it even began? Not yet. I was relieved to see that he did not show recognition. Just mild confusion. "Is she taking good care of you, honey?" Lala continued. I noticed her ring again. Aston's ring on her finger. She made a big show of flashing it in my face. To remind me of my place. "He looks a bit thin, don't you think, Maddy!?" Lala questioned me. I tried not to roll my eyes at her. "This isn't the time or place, Lala. I just want to bury my father i

~Maddy's POV~ Shit, shit, shit, I cursed under my breath as Mr. Chadwick approached closer and closer. “You're the mayor, Philips, can't you pull some strings and let them keep him in there for a few more days!?” Mr. Chadwick was snapping into the phone. I had just a few seconds to hide. Everything was still laid out on the floor next to me: The picture I had taken off the wall, the devices I was trying to switch, my footprints were all over the place. Immediately, I started putting everything back. The picture hung sideways when I put it back but I didn't have time to adjust it properly. Mr. Chadwick was opening the door by the time I dove into the closet in the office. A small makeshift wardrobe for his clothes. He slept in this room so often, it had some of his night wears and fresh shirts. I slammed my body into the small space, heart pounding, as I waited for him to leave. "Philips, I don't keep you on my payroll for you to give me excuses! Dexter should be

~Aston's POV~ Dad was unusually quiet. Giselle, on the other hand, was giddy with excitement. She threw herself into my arms. "Oh my God, congratulations bro, I can't wait to plan the wedding. When are you having it!?" "On Sunday!" "Sunday!? That's kinda rushed, don't you think? We need more time to plan everything!" Giselle gasped. My eyes were fixated on Dad. He was still sitting quietly. Not even a crack of a finger, or turn of a head, or a single word came out of his mouth. I might not remember all my memories but my intuition was still reliable and everything in me was screaming at me to fear him. He was terrifying. His silence was ghostly. I willed him to say something in my head. Anything. I couldn't understand what was so difficult about marrying my fiancée. I just can't help but feel like they're all keeping a huge secret from me. Like why does that girl, Lala, think I could ever marry her? Why does Maddy tense up when I ask certain questions about my past? Th