All Chapters of The Bad boy of Pine Creek: My biker lover : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Wedding fire

Maddy’s POV “Aston,” I whispered breathlessly as his hand traveled along my legs, pushing up my wedding gown. He was like a man possessed. Like the old Aston I fell for. He shoved me into the bed, climbing atop me with an animalistic, primal lust. His lips were all over my body, kissing me: from my legs, he moved slowly, to my belly, lingering around my navel belly, to breasts. I arched into the bed, gripping the bedsheets in helpless whimper.This was torture for me. His lips had the ability to put me in a trance. My body was wound too tight, desperate for him. The more he kissed me, the more I wanted his lips to linger. Punishing me, pulling me to scary depths, to places I didn’t know existed inside me. “I may have forgotten everything else, Maddy,” he whispered against my body. “But I can never forget this…you…the taste of your skin, the warmth of your body, the way you make me feel,” he said, climbing higher to reach my neck. He buried his face in the nape of my nec

She's gone!

~Aston's POV~ "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" someone screamed. I glanced up, paralyzed. The room on fire was ....our bedroom! Maddy! Maddy was still trapped in there! I broke into a run! The only thought in my mind was....finding her! "Aston! get back here!" I heard my dad's voice calling me. I didn't heed him. No one was going to stop me from getting to her. Not even the fire itself. I ran through the house up to the room. When I got there, the fire was bristling through the open door. I couldn't see shit. Smoke and flames engulfed everywhere. "Maddy!" I screamed! "Can you see her!?" Came Cody's voice. I didn't even know he had been behind me. I wanted to surge through the fire. I really did. But it was burning so hot. I hesitated. Like a fucking coward, I hesitated. The thought of Maddy in there....made me almost leap. Cody caught me by the waist before I could jump in. "We gotta go! We gotta go!!" Cody yelled as the fire burst out of

Mourning

~Aston's POV~ The world stopped. For two days, I was completely still. I couldn't move, couldn't eat, couldn't even breathe. It felt like the pain was tearing my heart out from the inside. My Maddy was gone. The light of my life. The love of my life. I couldn't bear to even think about it. Every time I closed my eyes, I was plunged into a grim darkness like falling into a bottomless well. I was back in my father's house, in my old room or what they said was my old room. It didn't help, being here. I was just bombarded by bitter memories I could barely grasp. The scenes played out in my head but they could never quite fit. I could never piece it all together. Instead, all I felt was doom and familiar feelings of hate. I might not remember accurately but I knew I hated living here. I knew I had horrible memories here. I kept my door locked. I kept the sun away. I withered away. For two days! On the third night, Giselle knocked on my door. "Aston," came her gentle

Maddy needs me!

Aston’s POV “What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked. His face seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place him yet. I knew he worked at school, but the way he acted was as if we were close friends. “Why were you following me?” “Of course I was. We have plenty of work to do!” he said. He walked into the room, stalking toward me. “Oh, boy, I don’t know if your memory’s a blessing or a curse right now.” “What are you not telling me?” I asked him. He couldn’t just walk in here, drop the bomb about Maddy, and expect me to stay calm. I could tell he was bristling with words, too. “Your Maddy is still alive. Or at least, I believe she is.” “And how do you know that?” He pulled out a tape recorder from his pocket. “Because I heard your father make the plans for the attack.” What? “Why would my father do that?” He put down his hand. “What do you remember about our meetings?” “I don’t even remember you, sir! I don’t know who you are.” He shook his head, his jaws harden

Finding Maddy

Aston’s POV “It feels like we’ve lost more people in the past few days than we have in the past decade. I haven’t been this hurt since Mom died. Maddy didn’t deserve this,” Giselle said.We were sitting in the living room, a solemn tension in the air. The fire chief and Sheriff Wayne sat opposite us, delivering the bad news about Maddy’s death. They both looked sad, but I was only thinking…Mr. Lane was right. They were all in on it. I wonder who else was on my dad’s payroll. “I know this is difficult for you to bear…” Sheriff Wayne was saying. “Are you sure it’s Maddy? Are you sure it’s her?” I ask. Sheriff Wayne glanced at Dad. “Yes, son, we are sure. We matched the dental records.” He was lying to me with a straight face. What other lies have they been feeding me? Dad stood up. “It is sad that such a happy day turned into a tragedy. Since she had no immediate family, we will, of course, be footing the bill for her funeral. The sooner she’s buried, the sooner we can al

Heir

~Aston's POV~ "What are you doing down here?" Dad asked in a clear-cut voice. It sends shivers down my spine. "I was just....looking for something!" I said, closing the door behind me. He came closer, threw the door open and switched on the light. "It's alright, you can go ahead and look for whatever it is you came to find!" Dad said, almost a challenge. I took a quick peek around. The basement was empty except for discarded boxes full of forgotten household stuff. No Maddy, no dungeon. Damn. "Did you find it!?" Dad asked, cutting me with that eye of his. I shook my head. "No." "Good, now that we've settled that. Come along, I think it's time you actually find out the truth about yourself!" He threw a hand around my shoulders, pulling me along. "Where are we going!?" "You'll see!" We walked down the stairs to the garage where his driver opened the doors for us. We drove off. I sat in the back seat quietly while Dad lit a cigar. He puffed a few blow

A mole and a prisoner

Maddy’s POV I opened my eyes into deep, penetrating darkness. The kind that made you feel like you were the only person left on earth, or like you’d already left the planes of earth…to hell, maybe. I barely registered anything. My body ached. When I coughed, my ribs crackled. I thought I was dead. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the smoke engulfing me on my wedding day. Where am I? I asked, looking around. I couldn’t see shit. The bed I was lying on was not soft enough to be a hospital’s bed, neither did the air have that smell of antiseptic. I tried to get out and realized I was chained to the bed. The chains rattled. Panic set in. “Hey, hey! Let me out! Let me out! Where am I? Hello?” I screamed. My voice echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls. Nothing happened. I fell back in bed, crying. Am I dead and in hell? I pinched myself and cried out when I felt the sting. So, I was definitely alive. But how? How did I move from the fire to this pl

Sirens at a wedding

Aston’s POV “Wow, look at you, you are about to be a man!” Dad said, stepping into my room. He was wearing a tuxedo; his gray hair was combed to the front magnificently. He looked almost human! I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own suit. My black tie flew around in the wind. Dad came up to pin it down with a tie clip. He brushed hair off my shoulders. “You don’t look too happy on what is supposed to be your wedding day! The best day of your life!” Dad said. He seemed so unfazed by the shooting at the warehouse. That was the one memory I wish I could wipe from my mind. If I closed my eyes, I could still replay it in my head: the Devils leaping out of the car, Dad throwing himself on him, the vandals who was shot dead as we escaped. Hank, I think he was called. My hands were still shaking but my dad was already unfazed. He seemed more focused on linking the resources of the Williams family with ours. I have no idea why else he was pushing for this marriage so ha

In the aftermath

Aston’s POVThe next few days were chaotic. News vans parked in front of the house, hounding Giselle and I as we tried to move on with our lives.Dad’s arrest was the talk of the nation. The media ran sensational articles with bold headlines like:“SMALL-TOWN BUSINESSMAN TURNS DRUG-DEALER!”“LOVING FATHER AND BRUTAL DRUG DEALER TURNS SMALL TOWN UPSIDE DOWN!”The cameras were unending. They wouldn’t even let us leave the house. Giselle and I stayed in the house, hiding from the cameras. We’d hear them downstairs, clamoring for our attention.“Jesus, those fucking vultures, man!” Giselle cursed under her breath. We were in the living room, eating breakfast.This was four days after dad’s arrest. Giselle was in a horrible mood.“Do you even believe them? Do you believe dad was some brutal drug dealer?” she turned, asking me.I held her gaze for a while. Her face was bare. Her skin was flustered. She had not taken care of herself in days.“Giselle, he is. I saw his warehouse. I saw his wh

Ace

Maddy’s POVAston folded me into his arms, protectively. The man approached silently, predatorily. He was intimidating. Scarier than Dexter.I saw the VANDALS tattoo on his upper shoulder. A gold chain dangled from his neck. He had an aura of power, fearsome and deadly.“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I asked.I checked on Maddy who was shivering beside me. She clearly knew him and she was scared of him. I couldn’t even bear to think of what he had done to her all this while.The man stood dangerously still, his eyes observing us. “You must be Aston Chadwick. Man, I feel like I know almost everything about you,” he said.Hearing my name come out of his mouth chilled me. Goosebumps crossed all over my body.“And you are?” I asked.He pulled up the chair beside the table and settled before us, crossing his legs. His boots clacked against one another.He lit his weed, puffed the smoke in the air. All silently. Calculating. Like he’s trying to make us shit our pants. I saw the gun

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