All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

In the mirror, that red grin stretches wider. He cuts open my shirt and grunts.“Please,” I plead, sounding like a Disney character.The worms start laughing. Actually laughing. High-pitched, awful little squeaks.I can’t breathe. I cannot breathe. The room is spinning faster now. The walls ripple l

Rage floods my veins so fast my hands tremble. I swallow it. Bury it. Not now.“Shh. There are no clowns. Just me.” I smooth my voice, forcing calm over the fucking thunderstorm ripping through me.She sobs into my chest. Each sob chips at my control. And I hate that. I hate losing control. I hate t

“I’ll give it to my uncle,” Logan says, folding the paper and slipping it into his pocket.Enrique steps forward and places two clear plastic evidence bags on the bar. A black hoodie. And a clown mask.My stomach drops. She did see a clown.“Left these behind,” Enrique says. “If we’re lucky, we’ll p

Date = 12 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - DamionThey’re both sleeping. We carry them out. They barely stir.The night air is colder now. It smells like asphalt and ocean salt drifting in from the bay.We load them into the back of my truck, carefully. Kiara mutters something about ca

It forced me to stop running headfirst into danger like I was daring death to blink first. Forced me to sit with my feelings instead of burying them under adrenaline and bad decisions.I quit fucking around — no more meaningless sex and one-night stands — and I’m proud to say that even though it’s t