All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21.DREAMS~~BRANDON’S POINT OF VIEW~~As I start to approach her, memories of how she was honored at the funeral flash through my mind — how she was ushered out of the customized G-Wagon onto the funeral grounds and how Ripper handed her the bucket of flowers to say one last goodbye.She was well respected, while no one gave a fuck where I was. I watched everyone say their last goodbyes. I expected a call or at least a text from Ripper, but he seems more interested in making sure Ashley said her own goodbyes than checking on me.She’s taken my place. I was once the one Ripper cared most about because I was Warrick's brother but now……guess he has a new favourite, Soon she’ll become a biker lady while I just hang in the shadows.She’s the reason I’m not a biker right now, she’s the reason I’m the butt of jokes whenever I enter the club.But something about Ashley always turns me on, and I hate it. Back in school I wasn

CHAPTER 23.ACT LIKE AN OLD LADY~ ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW ~“You can’t choose not to go,” Adams cut in,walking into the kitchen. “Good morning, Ash. Hope you had a good night?”I stare at him, my eyes lingering as he walks past me. He pauses at the coffee machine and starts making his coffee.“You can’t choose not to go, Ash. It’s compulsory that you attend the church,” he continues calmly. “It’s also your right to stand your ground when you get there.”“You’re Mr. Warrick’s old lady, even if you two never have any chemistry or intimacy. He married you, and you have full rights over everything here—including a table at the club for the next three months of his mourning.”“After that, you can choose to either walk away or run a business at the club.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing at me. “It’s all your choice. Only you can decide that but after three months.”“But right now, you have to go in there and sit with them. I

CHAPTER 25.RIPPER WILL KEEP YOU SAFE.~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~~It’s been about two hours since Quinn told Nonna to pack her bags and leave the mansion.I don’t know why I held myself back there and said nothing. Maybe because she’s Warrick’s mother, but firing Nonna over one mistake was unfair.She’s been cooking for Warrick for over two decades. If the meal is really bad, she should be given another chance, not instant dismissal.To me, the meal was perfect… that’s what I ate. I don’t understand why Quinn and her daughters complained that it was too salty.I told Nonna not to pack. I asked her to stay, that I’ll talk to Ripper and Adams, but she refused.I also offered to talk to Quinn and ask for forgiveness on her behalf. I know Quinn hates me on sight, but I don’t mind begging her for Nonna. Nonna has been such a sweetheart since I moved in.But Nonna said I shouldn’t. “Challenging Quinn is never a go

CHAPTER 27CHURCH IN SESSION~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~The man to my right—Havoc, according to the name stitched onto his cut,hits the gavel three times.“Church’s in session. We have one issue tonight… and it’s about the… old lady in front of us.”“Old lady?” Matt repeats with a scoff. “She’s no old lady, but go on.”“We’re in church, Matt. Watch your manners,” Ripper shoots back.Havoc continues, unfazed. “So, Ripper… a lot of the patches here disagree that Ashley should be brought in as the Prez’s old lady. She wasn’t introduced to the church or the club. None of us have seen her with the Prez before in our lives. I’m not sure she qualifies.”“Good point, Havoc,” Ripper says, sitting up straighter. “But I’m not asking that she be installed as head of the club or president, am I?”“All I’m saying is Warrick told me about her. He wants to make it official before those assholes gunned him down.”A b

CHAPTER 29.ARE YOU STALKING ME?~~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~~…........ASHLEY is officially an old lady.I release a shaky breath.A small, satisfied smirk tugs at my lips as I narrow my gaze to my enemy.“Bullshit!” Matt roars, kicking the table before storming out.Chairs scrape loudly against the floor. Brothers clap each other on the shoulders as they file out, but I remain seated—Ripper doesn’t move either.Minutes later, only Ripper, Havoc, Blaze… and me are left.I know they want privacy.“I’ll take a walk, gentlemen,” I say, turning to Ripper. “Catch you later, Rip…”He meets my eyes,then gives a single nod, and I leave.I linger by the door a second longer, trying to eavesdrop—just in case they’re talking about me.But after a few moments of silence, I give up and head down the hallway.Once outside, I stop one of the half-naked strippers and ask for t