All Chapters of Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mara The first thing I noticed was the blood. Not mine. I was taking the trash out because my head was too loud to sit still. Because my hands needed something to do so it stops shaking. Because sleep felt impossible after the call, after Vanessa, after the way my life kept daring me to break first. I stepped onto the porch barefoot, trash bag in hand, and froze. Cole was leaning against the railing like the night had put him there on purpose. Leather jacket. Bike parked crooked at the curb. Helmet on the ground. Blood drying along his knuckles. “What the fuck,” I blurted. His head lifted slowly. Not startled. Just… present. Like he’d been standing there a while. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “You didn’t scare me,” I snapped automatically, then stopped. “You’re bleeding.” “It’s not mine,” he replied. I stared at him, my pulse kicking up anyway. “That’s not reassuring.” He straightened, just enough for the porch light to hit his face. There was a br

Cole After I leave her place I walked into the clubhouse already pissed off. Boots hit concrete hard, knuckles still sore, jaw tight like I was holding back a growl. The place smelled like oil, sweat, and old smoke, same as always, but tonight it felt louder. Eyes lifted. Conversations dipped. Someone killed the music a second too late. Yeah. They fucking noticed. I hadn’t slept. Not really. I’d closed my eyes and seen her mouth, felt her hands, remembered the way she chose me without begging, without softness she didn’t owe. My body was wired tight, every nerve lit up like a live wire. That kind of energy never hides. Jax leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching me come in like he already knew how this night was going to go. Rhea was nearby, pretending not to watch, which meant she was clocking every detail. “You look like shit,” Jax said. I grabbed a bottle from the cooler and twisted. “Fuck you.” “Love you too.” I took a long pull, then another. Didn’

Mara I slammed the bathroom door hard enough to rattle the mirror, palms braced on the sink, breath coming fast like I’d just run up three flights of stairs instead of standing ten feet away from a biker who could ruin my fucking life with a look. Goddamn it. My reflection stared back at me, eyes too bright, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen like I’d already done something I couldn’t take back. I turned the faucet on just to hear something loud, something normal, something that wasn’t the echo of Cole’s voice in my head. I told myself I was fine. That was the lie. I pressed a hand to my chest and waited for my heart to calm down. It didn’t. It kept slamming like it was pissed at me, like it knew I was about to make another stupid decision and wanted to remind me how bad those always ended. I shouldn’t have let him inside. I shouldn’t have let him look at me like that. I definitely shouldn’t have wanted him to stay. When I stepped back into the living room, Cole was s

Mara The banging on my door makes Lily drop her crayon. Not a polite knock. Not a neighbor. A fist. Hard. Angry. “Open the fucking door, Mara.” Evan. My stomach drops but my body moves fast. I step in front of Lily before she can even ask. “Bedroom,” I tell her. “But Mommy—” “Now.” She sees my face and doesn’t argue. That alone breaks something in me. Six years old and already reading danger. The banging comes again. Louder. “Don’t ignore me.” I grab my phone as I walk to the door. My pulse is steady. Too steady. The kind of calm that comes right before something explodes. I open it just enough to see him. He looks the same. Same haircut. Same stupid confidence. Same mouth that once whispered promises and now spits entitlement. “What the hell do you want,” I ask. He laughs like I just told a joke. “That’s how you greet your husband.” “You forfeited that title.” His eyes harden. “You’ve been keeping my daughter from me.” “No,” I reply evenly. “

Cole I grip the handlebars harder than I need to. Engine roars. Cold air hits my face. Doesn’t cool a damn thing. I almost kissed her. The kind that changes shit. That’s what bothers me. Not the wanting. The control. I had her mouth a breath away from mine and I stopped. I don’t stop. The clubhouse lights come into view. Neon buzzing. Bikes lined up like a row of threats. I cut the engine and sit there a second longer than necessary. Because once I walk inside, I’m Vice President again. Not the idiot almost kissing a single mom in her hallway. I step in. Music low. Smoke thick. Cards on a table in the corner. Jax looks up first. “You look like you’re about to punch a wall,” he says. “Not in the mood.” “That’s never stopped you.” Rhea glances over from the bar. She reads rooms like a profession. “Something happened,” she says quietly. I don’t answer. Jax studies me a second longer before jerking his chin toward his office. We walk i