All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2.DAISY IS DEAD! ~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~I freeze, my breath hitching in my throat the moment the words leave his lips.Daisy is dead?I hear the words, but my body refuses to accept them. She's supposed to be back with my airfare,turning that corner and returning to my hideout with that unbothered expression she always wears. My throat closes the moment I see the coffin. I gasp, pressing my hand tightly against my chest as it carves in.A silent sob tears from my throat, and it feels like something has just broken inside me.Four huge bikers carry the coffin on their shoulders.I take another glance at it,a cold chill running down my spine. I had just seen her some hours ago; she raced out to get me my airfare. How come she’s dead?The air suddenly feels damp and cold. The whole place is soaked in silence.Then, suddenly, a loud sob slices through the quiet. When I turn, it’s my stepmother.Two other old ladies hold her tightly, preventing her from harming herse

CHAPTER 4.SAD CHANT ~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~Last night was certainly the best night of my entire life.I know I might sound bitter—I lost a sister just yesterday, and somehow that same night is the one I now call the best night of my shitty life. But where’s the lie? I was served a delicious meal,one I couldn’t even name.I slept in a gigantic mansion, in a room all to myself. The room was as big as my dad’s living room,maybe even bigger. And for the first time in my entire life, I slept on a bed.Back with my mom, I was never allowed to sleep on a bed; I was forced to sleep on a mat. And with my dad?............Only Daisy was allowed on the bed. We were supposed to share it, but she claimed she couldn’t stand the smell of my shampoo,it made her want to puke in the middle of the night. So my dad made me leave the bed for her.But last night, I slept on a big, soft bed and bathed in a spacious bathroom with soap that smelled like flowers.I get up from the bed an

CHAPTER 6.WHERE’S WARRICK?                  ~MATT’S POINT OF VIEW~My hands snap away from her neck instantly. I step back, my eyes shifting from her to Nonna.The brat collapses to her knees, coughing violently as she struggles to catch her breath.Nonna rushes to her side. “I’m sorry, Ms. Ash. Please go to the kitchen and get some water.” She helps her up, and I watch the smart-mouthed princess of the Knowles family slip through my fingers again.But this time, I’m too stunned to speak. My feet refuse to move—I’m rooted in place.Nonna turns to me, her face flushed with rage. “That was very inappropriate, Matt.”My lips part, but no words come out,only uneven breaths. I've known Nonna since I was two.“I could report this to the president—or even to the club,” she says, and my face pales instantly. “No one has the right to touch the president’s property.” She snarl.She pauses, he

CHAPTER 8.SHE CANNOT BE OUR OLD LADY.                         ~RIPPER’S POINT OF VIEW~The whole place goes dead silent and every eye narrows towards me.I draw in a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around what is happening.He didn’t tell me he’d be getting married. Our last conversation was a kiss on my forehead followed by a smack on my ass cheek.Drew didn’t tell me he’d pick up some little girl as his old lady.We had promised each other—no marriage until our reign as President and Vice President of the Sons of Chaos is over.Then he betrays me. He married her yesterday,the same day we made love over the table in his office.No vows, no promises—only the reassurance that he is still on with the plan.Our plans aren’t much; to leave California, disappear to Mykonos where no one knows us, build a life together. No kids. Just what we both have always wanted.He jokes sometimes about

CHAPTER 10.GRIEF.             ~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~As I draw closer to the room, I realize it’s Ripper.He’s sobbing—openly, uncontrollably. He hugs the cold corpse gently, tears slipping down his cheeks as if they have been waiting behind his ribs for permission to fall.My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.I have never seen a man that big cry like this.Matt didn't cry this deeply when Daisy died.Ripper kneels beside the bed, his forehead pressed against Warrick’s still chest. His massive shoulders shake with every sob. He cries like someone who has lost something vital—something irreplaceable.He must’ve been close to Warrick.I stand frozen in the doorway, unable to move… unable to look away. Part of me wants to help, the way he helped me out there. But I don’t feel the need to interrupt him. If anything, I just want to watch—discreetly.This isn’t pain without love.