Todos los capítulos de The Rogue Biker’s Plus-Size Mate: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 61
Laila POVZane put his body between me and the door before I found my skirt.“Stay behind the table,” he said.“It is my neck with your teeth in it. I am not furniture.”He looked at me. Gold under the brown. Then he nodded once, like he would rather fight Harlan than fight me on this.I pulled the skirt down. I left the jacket open. The bite throbbed in time with the three knocks that came again.Zane opened the door.Harlan filled the frame. Two men behind him. Pack jackets. Quiet hands. One of them had taken the photo. I could tell by the way he would not meet the phone in Zane’s fist.“You followed us,” I said.“I arrived,” Harlan said. “Following is for boys. May I come in, or do we do a table on the step like beggars?”“You are on my step,” Zane said.“I am on a rogue’s rental. Let the girl decide. It is her skin we came to smell.”Every head turned to me. I hated that it worked.“In,” I said. “You do not touch me. You do not sit on the bed. You talk and you leave. We

Chapter 63
Laila POVI stared at my hand like it belonged to someone else.A thin line of blood ran from the knuckle toward my wrist. Not deep. Deep enough to mean teeth. The rail was wet under my skin.The crowd made a noise I had only heard once before, when a man went down and did not get up quick.Zane’s arm tightened on Reid’s throat.“Did you put your mouth on her?”Reid gagged out a laugh.“Mesh was in the way. Call it a kiss with homework.”I found my voice.“Open the cage.”The ref moved too slow. I moved faster. The latch stuck. I hit it with my good hand until it gave. I was inside the canvas in Zane’s jacket and nothing under the skirt and I did not care who took a picture.“Let him go,” I told Zane. “If you kill him here, Harlan gets a table and Zara gets a funeral and my mother gets a headline.”Zane’s eyes were more gold than brown.“He tasted you.”“He tasted rail and a scrape. Look.” I shoved my knuckle toward his face. “I am standing. End the round.”Reid’s lips were

Chapter 65
Laila POVI did not let the buyer finish the word price.“You bought stolen property,” I said. “That is not a negotiation. That is a confession in a nice coat.”He spread his ringed hands.“I bought a copy that already existed. Your guest put it in the world. I only caught it.”Zane took one step.Harlan’s men closed a fraction. Not to protect the buyer. To keep their yard from becoming a grave.“This sitting is done,” Harlan said. “Go save your toy shop, boy. The stamp stands if the ward stays quiet. The rest is your city mess.”We were already moving.The van ate the service streets. I had Harden on speaker before the second turn.“They are in the bar,” I said. “Reid. Zara. Your spare laptop lookalike. Portal backup. Camera nights. The private card.”Harden swore in a small voice that did not fit him.“The private card should still be in Zane’s pocket. If Reid has a file named like that it is a clone from the locker wifi attempt. I can brick the live portal from here. I c

Chapter 67
Laila POVZane moved before I could name the shape.He went around the bin low and fast. I grabbed the recorder and killed the red light with my taped thumb. The case still stank of paper and perfume.A man came up with his hands high.The buyer’s driver.Younger than the rings. Sweat on his lip. No camera this time. Just a job he already wanted to quit.“Do not shift,” he said to Zane, which was a stupid thing to say to a man whose eyes were already gold. “I was told to leave the case and wait for a yes. I was not told the alley had teeth.”“Who is in the back seat now?” I asked.“Nobody. Boss went to the sunrise room. He said if you did not follow the box, the box would follow your mother.”My phone was still warm from her call. Flowers. Sorry for the rail.“Get off my alley,” I said.Zane took the driver by the collar and checked him for a second lens. Pockets. Ankles. Ear. Clean enough. He shoved him toward the street.“Tell your boss the lead is not for sale. Tell him

Chapter 69
Laila POVWe split at the corner so the cameras would see one body at a time.Zane went up the fire stair to the roof like smoke. I walked to the side door with my taped hand in the jacket pocket and the panic switch mapped in my head. Left side of the bar. Three taps. Lights. Ping.The panel waited. I used the new pin. The lock thought about me and then let me in.East hall.One bulb. One chair. Harden with tape on his mouth and his wrists tied with the same cheap cord we used for speaker stands. His eyes were wide and furious and sorry.Reid stood behind him with scissors open on a white cable.Zara leaned on the far wall like the corridor was VIP.“Good girl,” she said. “No dog at your heel. I almost believe you can follow a rule.”“The roof has a hole,” I said. “Do not get comfortable.”Reid smiled with the plaster.“He cannot drop through a ceiling without making a gift of himself. Stay. Talk. If you twitch I cut. This line talks to the clean path your nerd built. I cu