All Chapters of The Biker’s Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One My poor car died with a sad, sputtering cough. It left me completely stranded on the side of the dark, lonely highway like a total fool. I smacked the steering wheel with the palm of my hand and let out a loud, frustrated groan. "Great. Just great," I muttered to myself. I checked my phone. No signal. I knew my spare tire was completely flat, too. The only sign of life for miles around was a bright, rowdy-looking building glowing in the distance. It was the local biker bar, a place owned and run by the Iron Reapers motorcycle club. I knew better than to go there. Everyone in this town knew better. The Iron Reapers were dangerous men who lived by their own rules. But tonight, I was desperate, deeply heartbroken, and officially out of options. I grabbed my small purse, locked the doors of my useless car, and started walking down the dark road. The heavy thumping of loud music and the rough roar of male laughter grew louder with every step. Gravel crunched loudly

Chapter Three The massive iron gates of the Iron Reapers compound rolled open slowly. They made a loud, heavy, metallic groan that echoed in the quiet night air. The moment we drove through them, my stomach dropped completely. It felt like my insides were falling. Bright, harsh floodlights lit up the entire area. The massive parking lot looked almost like a secure prison yard. There were long, neat rows of shiny chrome motorcycles gleaming perfectly under the bright lights. I could see a few smaller wooden buildings scattered around the property, and right in the middle stood one huge, two-story house. It was the main clubhouse. It looked incredibly strong, built out of thick wood and heavy metal, like a fort that could easily survive a violent war. Stone drove the massive black SUV into a private spot and turned off the loud engine. For a long, intense second, the silence inside the car was completely deafening. My ears rang from the sudden quiet. "Welcome home, little dov

Chapter Five The deep, heavy bass from the large speakers vibrated forcefully through the thick wooden floorboards. It made the entire room shake as the massive party kicked into full swing. It was only my third night staying at the compound, but I had already learned one important thing: the Iron Reapers did not do anything small. When they threw a party, they went completely all out. Friday nights at the clubhouse meant pure, unadulterated chaos. The music was incredibly loud, pounding right through your chest. Alcoholic drinks were overflowing from plastic cups and glass bottles at the long bar. The air was thick and gray with a heavy cloud of cigarette smoke, making the bright lights look blurry. Bodies were packed tightly into every single corner of the massive main room, and the crowd was so big that it was spilling out through the wide open doors into the fenced gravel yard outside. Riley had spent the last hour helping me get ready upstairs. She had kindly lent me a t

Chapter Seven The morning after that intense, hungry kiss and Tyler’s incredibly dramatic exit from the compoundStone did not let me hide away upstairs in the quiet safety of his bedroom. Even though my head was pounding with a million confusing thoughts, he pulled me straight downstairs for breakfast again. But this morning felt completely different from the day before. Instead of keeping me glued tightly to his muscular side at the center of the table, Stone walked me over to the far end of the long wooden table. He guided me to a seat right next to Riley and a couple of the other club women. He gave my shoulder a firm, reassuring squeeze before walking away to sit with his men. The room was filled with the usual loud noises, but the atmosphere felt much more watchful today. The bikers were huddled together, eating quickly and talking in very low, serious voices. I could see the dark, sharp looks they kept throwing toward the front entrance. I was slowly starting to understa

Chapter Nine I could not breathe under the immense, heavy weight of this life anymore. It felt like a massive stone wall was slowly closing in on me from all sides, trapping me in a place where I had absolutely no control. The very next morning, while Stone was locked away inside the back room of the building, completely busy handling private club business with his brothers in Church, I decided to make my big move. My hands were shaking so violently that I could barely control them as I stuffed a few simple pieces of clothing that Riley had kindly given me into a large, crinkling plastic shopping bag. I was absolutely not stupid enough to think that I could just casually stroll out through the front security gates of the compound. The prospects guarding the entrance would stop me in a heartbeat. But I figured if I could somehow make it past the side of the property, climb through a gap, and get to the long, empty highway outside, I could call my best friend Lena or order an Ube