Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 191 - Bab 200

The city lights blurred as he sped down the road, the hum of the powerful engine vibrating through my entire body.The night air rushed past us, so exhilarating, making me grip his waist instinctively.I swallowed and leaned closer against him."Where are we even going?" I yelled over the sound of the bike.He didn't answer immediately.I frowned."Tarzan—""Just enjoy the ride," he finally said, his voice carrying over the roar of the bike. "And make sure to hold on very well.""What—"Before I could finish, he sped up."TARZAN!" I screamed, my arms flinging around his torso as the sudden acceleration sent a thrilling jolt through my body. My heart pounded, both from fear and adrenaline.I looked up, and my eyes widened at the glittering skyline of the city as we sped across a high bridge, the lights reflecting beautifully over the water below.It looked so beautiful that I felt like I was starting to enjoy the ride.A night ride on a bike.It wasn't something I had ever experienced

Why would he risk his life because of me? Look how badly he was beaten. My eyes roamed over the injuries on his face, sadness tightening my chest. "Lena?" He called. I was too angry with me so I looked away. He continued. "Ever since I saw you in that state... so broke and scared... I didn't know what else to do but help you pay him off so he won't lay his filthy hands on you ever again. You don't have to worry about me, it's just bruises nothing serious". "Tarzan... what are you saying? I never asked you to help! Look at what they did to you. What if you ended up with a broken hand or leg? What would you do then?" I said slowly, fighting back tears. "You don't know how much it hurts to see you in that condition just because of money. Who cares if my bones were broken? No bastard should lay even a finger on you because of money, and I will make sure of that." My mind was spinning. Why... why... WHY!! I buried my face in my hands and broke down crying. "Lena... please don't

The underground gambling house was loud and chaotic, filled with smoke, alcohol, and the loud clatter of dice against tables.Tarzan stepped inside like he owned the place, his men following behind him.He didn't waste time scanning the room. He already knew who he was looking for.His gaze locked onto a thick, broad-shouldered giant at the center of the room, surrounded by his friends and strippers. He was laughing loudly, winning an arm-wrestling game with his friends."Gotcha."Tarzan smirked.This was the one.He strode up to the man's table, dragging a chair and flipping it around to sit backward. The man's laughter died when he saw who it was.Tarzan rested his arms on the chair's back."I want to fight you, big guy."The man's eyes widened in recognition.He had an encounter with Tarzan before and won't wish that on his worst enemy.The last time they clashed and fought, Tarzan had torn through him effortlessly and beat him beyond recognition despite his more muscular build.He

"You don't mean that," he said lazily, leaning back against the chair. His bare chest was still on full display, every bruise and the edge of that particular tattoo disappearing into his belt line. I made a very conscious effort to keep my eyes locked on his face. "I absolutely mean it," I shot back. "You're more trouble than you're worth. I should've let you bleed" "That hurts," he replied, placing a hand over his heart in mock pain. "This heartbreak after you gave me that unexpected kiss—" "It was a get-well peck on the cheek," I interrupted sharply. "Don’t twist it into something it wasn’t." Tarzan went quiet for a moment. Then I noticed him wince as his fingers brushed over the fresh bruise on his chest. For a split second, genuine pain flashed across his face before he could hide it. My chest tightened painfully. "You should go home and rest," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "Those injuries aren’t going to heal themselves." “You’re worried about me,” he said quie

Even though he said that, I noticed a familiar sad expression on his face, honestly I had to let this one out. There has been a significant improvement in my married life I can't possibly ruin it now. Mitch is someone who is very possessive. Outside the bar. I walked towards the super bike while Tarzan walked behind me. We both climbed onto the bike, about to leave the place. "You will stop me at the park,I can't have Bella see you again, also I told her you are a corn artist...so...emmm..she may ask you alot questions so it's easier to avoid her". He was silent. I wonder if he felt insulted by that con artist statement. I wrapped my arms carefully around his waist, trying not to press on any fresh bruises. The engine rumbled to life beneath us, vibrating through my body. For a moment, everything felt okay. Then, without warning, Tarzan let out a sharp, pained cry. “Tarzan!” I shouted with panic. His body suddenly went limp. The bike swerved violen