Semua Bab The Disgraced Biker Princess as His Mafia Pet : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Nikolai's POV The click of the door closing behind Lena felt louder than the gunshot that had killed my father.I didn’t move from the spot beside the bed for a long time. The silence she left in her wake was heavy, pressing against my chest until it was difficult to breathe. I looked down at my hands, then at the empty space on the mattress where she was supposed to be sleeping. For the first time in five years, the room felt massive. Cruelly so.I didn't sleep that night. I sat in the armchair by the window, watching the shadows stretch and fade across the floor as the hours bled away. My mind wouldn't rest; it kept circling back to the expression on her face when she looked at me. It wasn't just anger. Anger I could handle. Anger was a currency I traded in every single day. What I saw in Lena’s eyes was absolute, unadulterated disgust. And worse, a profound disappointment.‘You're just another liar in a palace full of them.’The words echoed in my ears, stripping away the justif

Lena's POV The cold stone of the vault felt like a shield against the rest of the mansion. I had slipped back down the steep stairs, the heavy brass key hidden in my palm until the moment I slid it into the lock. The secret room smelled just as strongly of dust and forgotten lives as it had the night before, but this time, I didn't waste time on the financial ledgers. I went straight for the box at the bottom of the shelf.My fingers brushed past the old photograph of our mothers, a dull ache blooming in my chest at the sight of their easy, vanished smiles. I dug deeper into the crate until my hand hit a small, leather-bound book. The cover was worn thin, the dark surface scuffed and scratched. I opened it to the first page. The elegant, flowing script matched the letter I had read in the garage. It was his mother's diary.I flipped through the early entries, my eyes scanning the faded ink until the tone of the writing s

Lena's POV The headlights of the three black vehicles stayed focused on me, blinding my eyes. I raised a hand to block the glare, my fingers still gripping the heavy metal wrench inside my jacket pocket. The engines idled with a low, threatening rumble in the quiet yard.A car door clicked open. A man stepped out from the lead vehicle, cutting through the bright beams of light. As he walked closer, his familiar, cocky stride became clear. It was Alexei.My brother stopped about ten feet away from me. He wore his usual expensive leather jacket, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. He didn't look worried or frantic. He looked completely pleased with himself.I pulled my phone out and stared at the screen, then looked up at him. "You sent that text from Natasha’s phone," I said, my voice flat. "Didn't you?"Alexei smiled. It was that smug, irritating look he always wore whenever he thought

Lena's POV I turned my eyes away from Alexei, refusing to look at his smug, desperate face for another second. Instead, I looked directly at the man sitting in the worn leather armchair in the corner of the room."Dad," I said, my voice cracking slightly before I forced it to steady. "Do something about this. Tell him to let me go."My father didn't move. He sat there with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes fixed firmly on the floorboards between his boots. The fierce, terrifying leader of the Night Wolves, the man who had ruled our clubhouse with an iron fist for as long as I could remember looked incredibly old. And worse, he looked small."Dad, listen to me," I stepped closer to his chair, desperation clawing at my throat. "You have to stop him. If you don't let me leave right now, this is going to lead to a full-scale war. You know what Nikolai is capable of. He won't just negotiate; he will burn everything you built to

Lena's POV The smell of gasoline and burning rubber was the first thing that brought me back. My head was pounding with a vicious, rhythmic throb, and when I opened my eyes, the world was completely upside down. I was hanging awkwardly against the seatbelt, the roof of the car crushed downward toward my head.I tried to shift my weight, intending to unbuckle myself and crawl out, but a sharp, agonizing white heat shot up my lower body. I gasped, the sound caught in my throat. My legs wouldn't move. I looked down through the dim, smoky air and realized the dashboard had collapsed inward during the rolls, pinning my knees and shins tightly against the seat. I tried to pull back, to wrench myself free, but the metal wouldn't budge. The pain exploded through my entire body, making my vision blur at the edges.I forced myself to breathe through the agony, turning my head to look for anything, a loose tool, a piece of broken metal that