Semua Bab The Bratva Biker Girl: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The fear on Matteo's face when he saw his men were outnumbered and outgunned was priceless. The arrogant prick had thought he could take my woman and get away with it. Newsflash: actions have consequences. I walked slowly down the aisle to my beautiful woman. I wanted to kill Matteo for making her wear that dress. It was not a wedding dress; it looked like something from a porno magazine. It was a tightly fitted corset that pushed up her delectable tits, almost showing her nipples. The short skirt was filmy lace that barely covered her ass, and as she was wearing a thong, very little was left to the imagination. It was not a dress to wear in front of the horrified Priest; it was an outfit for the bedroom, and I would be insisting she kept it on when I got her out of here. My cock was so hard it was practically bursting from my black cargo pants to get to her. When I had first walked into the church, she had been struggling against the two thugs holding her, forcing her in front of t

When we arrived back in Texas, there was a media feeding frenzy. Even though I pulled every string I could, somehow word had got out that Tavisha had killed Matteo. Eventually, we had no choice but to sit down and endure an interview with CNN to clear the air. The problem was that the general public believed Tavisha had got away with murder, as is the way of these things; rumours had spread throughout the media trying to paint Matteo as a saint who had only acted out of his love for her. On the day of the interview, Tavisha dressed with care; the dress she chose was palest green, with a fitted top and tiny emerald-green buttons to her slender waist, and a wide, floaty skirt that stopped just above her knees. She matched it with white ballet shoes and a white purse with a silver chain that hung from her shoulder. Her hip-length white blonde hair was in a high ponytail, and she wore only the minimum of make-up. She looked very young and innocent, but she held her head up as she walked be

'God, she felt so good underneath me, on top of me, against the wall, in the shower or over my desk. We had sex whenever and wherever the mood took us.' I simply could not get enough of her, and she felt the same way. I desperately wanted to marry her, but three men before me had all tried to get her up the aisle to no avail. The difference, of course, was that they had all tried to force her; I wanted her to come to me freely, so I waited for her to ask me. She was training hard to join my unit, refusing to allow me to ease her in as my woman. 'Your men will never respect me if you give me favouritism. I will join you on my own merits or not at all.'She told me stubbornly, and she's right; my men admire her attitude and stubbornness. She will not be beaten, gritting her teeth and continuing a task until she has mastered it, no matter how long it takes. Some nights she comes to our be

Two weeks later.It was time for Tavisha's formal initiation into my unit. The people in charge had decided it was to be a formal dinner, and once it was over, the two of us would be given extended leave, and I was told to use it wisely. It was their not-so-subtle way of telling me to marry her. She hadn't asked me, though. I had waited and waited, giving her ample opportunity and dropping enough of my own subtle hints, but she did not appear to take the bait. The dinner was prepared, and all my officers were standing with glasses of champagne, chatting quietly as I waited nervously for my new second in command. I knew a couple of the 'Higher Ups' were here; they kept themselves hidden from us. It could have been any one of the dozen or so extra people who had been invited. The American President and his wife, the British PM and his wife, even the

No way.My eyes flashed with anger as I watched my stubborn little wife walk past me.Not a fucking chance was she bailing on me.Bending slightly, I swung her over my shoulder and headed to the waiting helicopter, much to the amusement of all the staff who had now heard my side of the story and knew it had all been a terrible accident. Her small fists pounded on my back as I placed her into the helicopter, which she instantly tried to climb out of. 'Don't fucking move.'I growled at her using my dominant voice, and she froze, her stormy grey eyes going huge at my command, but she stilled so I could fasten her in and then jump in beside her.'Go.'I told the pilot, and he set the blades going, taking us straight up and making Tavisha gasp in shock, but she controlled herself and refused to look at me or say a word as it swept us off the mainland and out to the private island the unit owned for anyone in need of a little R & R. Half an hour later we landed in a little piece of paradis