All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I doubt the plan. I just want her safe. I can’t lose another person. Especially not her.“You’re not going to ‘curse’ me again, are you?” She wiggles her fingers, air-quoting curse.Fuck. That’s what she remembers about that night?She lifts her arms, adjusts her ponytail. The shirt stretches. Nippl

Kiara snorts. “Okay, bitch. You go sign in. We’ll check out the goodies.”She shoves Mel toward the building, then hooks her arm through mine. “Come on, handsome. Let’s inspect your competition.”A stone path cuts between neatly fenced grassy pens. Each gate is numbered. When we reach 3, Kiara stops

“You’re scaring me a little, Grimm-wiki,” Axel teases.Darn. “Eh … I think I overheard it somewhere.”Definitely not from obsessively watching every race in secret.“You’re right. It is big,” Axel admits. “Especially after the accident last year.”My chest tightens.I’ll never forget that moment. He

“You smell nice,” he says.“Thanks, little dude. You smell like cookies.”His eyes light up. He fishes a chocolate-chip cookie out of his pocket. “I stole — uh — borrowed these from Mom.”He looks at Damion, bracing for judgment. Damion just smirks.Realizing nothing bad is gonna happen to him, he h

Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (paintball place)POV - MelaenaA siren rips through the air — loud, brutal — and I flinch, clapping my hands over my ears like the world just cracked in half. For one panicked second, my heart forgets how to beat.The signal of a win. Somebody grabbed a flag.