The Biker's Rules のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

“I’m with him,” Enrique sighs. They peel off on the thin dirt road, toward the beach, toward safety.This path isn’t forgiving.The track narrows to a ribbon of dirt hugging the cliff edge. Ahead — at the top of the waterfall — the jump.A small dirt ramp sends you flying thirty feet across open wat

Date = 23 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - DamionThe Jeep’s parked crookedly near the house. The girls stand around it in a loose semicircle, arms crossed, expressions carved from stone.Uh-oh.As I swing off the bike, my body protests loudly — knees tight, shoulder screaming,

The pool below reflects bright turquoise onto her skin, light shimmering up her legs, outlining every dangerous curve.Because she is buck-fucking-naked.My stomach drops. She’s going to jump.The darkness inside me doesn’t care that it’s daylight. It crawls up anyway. Cold. Possessive. Whispering w

“And ghosts,” I snap.Jackson unlocks the door. “Two tunnels,” he says casually. “No ghosts … just spirits.”We all stop.Enrique slowly turns his head. “You’re joking.”Jackson glances over his shoulder as he pushes the door open. “No.”I grin like a psychopath. “Oh, we are absolutely exploring tho

Enrique walks over and hands Logan a glass of whiskey. “For your trauma.”Logan takes a long sip. Then nods once. “Thanks.”The townhouse settles around us with that quiet, old-building language only ancient places seem to speak. Wood creaks softly beneath shifting temperatures. Pipes hum somewhere