All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

But it’s not my bed … I’m on the deck chair. How?The realization slams into me like a truck.The missing keycard. My moved phone. The person on the security footage.It was Chloe.Fuck. I look up at Alejandro, eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open.“See why her brother is on his way here to kill you?

She taps on her watch with a huge grin — not looking where she’s going — and steps onto some week-old leftover pizza.She inhales sharply and lifts her bare foot. Rotting cheese stretches in long, obscene strings. Pepperoni clings like it has abandonment issues.“Ewwwwww,” she groans, face twisting

He looks to Kiara for confirmation, like I might be lying about my own uterus.“She is,” Kiara confirms.Apparently satisfied, Ilkay starts the truck and pulls away.And just like that, Christmas is officially underway.Halfway there, Ilkay’s phone detonates through the truck’s Bluetooth, rudely mur

Okay … no comparison … sex is way better. Especially sex with him. Noted … I’ve only had sex with him … but I can’t think it can get any better.I splash cold water over my face, brace my palms against the porcelain, take one steadying breath — and walk straight into the last person I want to see st

I clock the dilated pupils, the slow, unconscious swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip, the way her breath stutters like she’s forgotten how lungs work.Oh. Yeah. I know that mood.Horny is good. Horny, I can work with.“I like where your head is at,” I murmur, forcing my voice to behave, “but we