All Chapters of The Biker’s Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The following week at Johnson’s Oven settled into a very gentle, beautiful rhythm that I was truly starting to love with all my heart. My mornings were entirely filled with the wonderful, warm scent of fresh baking bread, the steady, loud hum of the large silver mixing machines, and sweet Mrs. Johnson’s incredibly kind and patient guidance. Every single day, I felt myself getting significantly faster at shaping the heavy dough into perfect loaves, decorating the sweet little cupcakes with colorful pink icing, and managing the chaotic morning rush of hungry local townspeople. For a few precious, quiet hours each day, I felt completely like myself again. I felt like Tessa—not just the dangerous National President’s protected old lady, but a regular civilian girl who could actually create something truly beautiful and delicious with her own two hands. It gave me a deep sense of pride that I had never felt before in my entire life.But true, lasting peace in this small, gossiping country

The drive back to the compound that Thursday evening felt different. The air inside the truck cabin was heavy, thick with a strange silence that I could not quite understand. Stone’s large hand was still resting on my thigh, but his grip was tighter than usual, almost bruisingly so. His dark eyes remained fixed on the dark road ahead, his sharp jawline set in a rigid, frozen line. I thought he was just angry about Victoria Lang’s rude surprise visit to the bakery. I had no idea that the real storm had already started brewing behind my back, and that my carefully hidden secret had already been dragged into the light.One of the young club prospects assigned to my security detail had seen Tyler standing at the counter the day before. He had seen us talking, seen the quiet closeness, and seen Tyler leave with a sad look on his face. And he had reported it directly to his President.When we finally walked up the wooden stairs into our private bedroom, I turned around to smile at Stone, ex

The bedroom doors had been locked from the outside for what felt like an eternity. The room that used to feel like a warm, romantic haven with Stone had officially turned into a beautiful, gilded prison cell. Every single day, I sat on the edge of the mattress, looking out the window at the high concrete walls of the Iron Reapers compound, watching the gray clouds pass over the sky. My hands, which had finally started to feel useful and strong while rolling out dough at Johnson’s Oven, were now completely idle, shaking slightly from the sheer anxiety of being cut off from the entire world.I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat the heavy plates of food that Stone brought up to me every night with a dark, proud smile on his face. My mind was completely consumed by thoughts of sweet Mrs. Johnson. Did she think I just quit without telling her? Did she think I was ungrateful? Was she struggling to handle the busy morning rush all by herself? The guilt was eating away at my stomach like a sharp

But I didn't even take two steps before a massive, iron-hard hand wrapped tightly around my upper arm. Stone pulled my body back around with a sudden, rough force, dragging me flush against his hard, leather-covered chest. His other hand came up to grip my chin, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to look into his burning, dark eyes."You are not going anywhere, Tessa," Stone growled out deeply, his voice sounding like a final death sentence for my freedom. "That bakery is completely done. Your civilian life is finished. You are staying right here inside this compound, with me, where I can see you every single hour of the day. And that is final."I struggled against his heavy grip, trying to pull my arm free, but it was like trying to break through solid steel. "Let go of me, Stone! Let me go!"Stone ignored my struggles completely. He didn't look down at me again. Instead, his sharp eyes flicked over my head to lock onto Jax, who was still standing near the garage entrance with

He noticed it instantly. A dark, wicked smirk played on his lips as he looked down at me, his dark eyes taking in my flushed face, my heavy breathing, and the way my body was reacting despite the anger screaming in my head. He knew me too well. He knew every single reaction of my body, every single weak spot that could make me turn from a fighting tiger into a puddle of pure desire."Look at you," he whispered, his voice incredibly dirty, his fingers releasing my wrists only to slide down to cup my throat, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulsing artery. "You're shaking, little dove. But it ain't just from being mad, is it? You're already wet for me. You can yell all you want out there in the yard, but up here, in this bed, you know exactly who owns you.""No," I whimpered, shaking my head blindly against the pillow. "No, Stone, please... don't do this. Don't use this against me.""I'm using everything I got," he said roughly, his hand leaving my throat to grip the hem of my shir