All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Date = 20 November This must be how a person on death row feels, waking up, knowing it’s your last day on earth.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)(Grimm house)POV – MelaenaI stare at the outrageously bountiful, unfairly handsome specimen stretched out beside me.Sleeping, he looks almost ang

My body melts into him like warm, loopy chocolate.His hands send electric shivers up and down my flesh. One on my breast, the other sliding up my leg, inching closer to my heated, soaking vagina.My body arches, greedily begging for more. And a mindless groan escapes my throat.Oh, my decomposed so

That does NOT help.We slip behind the curtain, peeking through a narrow gap. Outside, they’re lined up like opposing armies — Damion alone. My four brothers facing him.One man versus blood.“I can’t believe you’re fucking my sister!” Logan explodes first, chest heaving. “You ass-stabbing son of a

Date = 20 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Jackson’s house)(The Pier) Not where I expected to blow out my last breath.POV - Damion“Uff!”I hit the ground hard — no ceremony, no concern for my comfort. The floor kisses my shoulder blades, and I grunt as the air blasts out of my lungs like I’ve offe

My body hums, every nerve awake.For a moment, no one speaks.I listen to their breathing. I can hear the faint hum of electricity. Somewhere far beyond the house, the ocean crashes against the shore, steady and indifferent.Then I look into Jackson’s hellish eyes.And I know. With sudden, brutal cl