All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 12.OLD ENEMIES SHOW UP.                         ~ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW~I tighten my jaw as memories surge back in—sharp, hot, and unwanted.Brandon. The bully…. That’s what I usually call him back in high school.It’s been four years, but everything’s still fresh. Every humiliation, every playful hard shove, every light slap and punches, every vicious laugh replays itself in my head.Our eyes meet, and he raises a brow, the same look of disbelief mirrored on his face. He looks as shocked to see me as I am to see him.What is he doing here? Why is he here, and who the hell is he to Warrick? Or worse…. Did he come for revenge for what I did to him?I blink, hoping it is a bad dream. But the right half of his ear—half missing, that jagged scar,is all I need for my confirmation that it’s him.I still remember that afternoon at school, the memories of that day make my hands go cold

CHAPTER 14.RIGHTS TO SAY A PRAYER.                           ~MATT’S POINT OF VIEW~My eyes meet that of the crybaby, and the sight of his half ear almost makes me laugh but I stiffen at once.This is not the right place or time for jokes, yet every time I cross paths with Brandon, I am forced toward a laugh. I don’t think I will ever stop laughing when I see that half-cut ear.He’s such a weakling—letting a little girl chop his ear off and doing nothing in return. He dreams of being a biker but is too soft for it. I hope he at least makes it to become an attorney so he can close deals for us.He winds up the window when he notices I’ve seen him.Just as I expected, a weakling who hides from everyone.Sometimes I wish he’d show me the little girl who took his ear. I’ll make her my old lady without thinking twice. If we ever married, we’d run the club together,nothing beats an old lady who’s good with handling your

CHAPTER 16. FAMILY. ~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~~ “Ash—baby,” my stepmother coos, her voice sickly sweet. I blink, trying to figure out why she’s suddenly sweet to me. She’s never been sweet—not even from the first day Dad brought me home. For Daisy she’d smiled and fawned, happy to have another sister, but with my stepmom, she’d been hostile from the moment my feet touched that house. They stand side by side, both wearing wide smiles that make my stomach turn. My stepmother moves first, gliding toward me. She hugs me like we're a long-lost family reuniting after years apart. “Oh, my dear Ash,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry for your loss. We came as soon as we heard. So sorry, my love.” Her hand rubs my back in slow, practiced circles. I sit rigid in the chair, arms pinned awkwardly at my sides. “Losing your husband just days after you married must be tragic,” she murmurs. “But I’m sure it’s for the best.” Dad steps forward, his hand coming down heavy on my shoulder. His grip is fi

CHAPTER 18.YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS,RIGHT?~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~~I whimper, wiggling my ass right against his cock, I try to hold back the pleasure those fingers of his are creating between my thighs.I can’t.It’s the first time someone is touching me this way.My first time.I consider telling him, but decide against it. Matt doesn’t care.He just wants to punish me, to see me in pain. That’s all he cares about.Telling him it’s my first time and he should take it easy will only make it worse. He’ll thrust harder, just to make me hurt more—and he’ll call it revenge for Daisy.His fingers circle over my clit through my panties, and I bite down on my lip, refusing to moan.I’m not giving him the satisfaction he craves.Never. I’ll never give him that.“How long have you been wishing to have my dick, huh?” he asks teasingly.I don’t respond.I hiss

CHAPTER 20. ARE YOU STALKING ME? ~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~~ Minutes later, I’m done dressing. I smooth my dress, my gaze darting everywhere but his face. He grabs his clothes, buttons up his trousers, then stalks over and adjusts his jacket before reaching for his cowboy hat. “That was fun, princess… but that doesn’t mean you’ve paid for even half of your sins yet.” “Nothing is worth my Daisy. Not even your life,” he adds. I shoot him a glare. “I’ve told you,I didn’t kill Daisy.” “Don’t ever say her name!” he growls. I scoff. “Like I care to say her name. I’m done explaining myself to you. Think whatever you want, Matt.” I bolt toward the door but suddenly pause in front of it, hesitating. What if someone is out there? What if they see us coming out together? A dark chuckle leaves his lips. “What, princess… sca