All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Date = 21 January How many emotions can fit in a day?Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical) (Uncle John’s house)POV - DamionBoring.Soul-sucking. Mind-numbing.If hell had a waiting room, it would look exactly like this — beige walls, recycled air, and the slow torture of being herded

Photo. Mel.Lying on what looks like an old, stained mattress. Concrete walls. No windows. Her face pale, her eyes closed.Beep.Mel: Mayday! Mayday! The sacrificial lambs. Luke Grimm. Kiara Smith.Photo. Luke and Kiara.Same mattress. Same room. Conscious. Eyes huge.They’re still alive … that’s so

Date = 21 January How fast a day can change. In a single heartbeat.Place = San Francisco (Some room) Don’t know where we are.POV – Melaena The little boy stands a few feet away from me, bathed in a glow so bright it almost hurts to look at him. His chubby arms are stretched wide in invitation.

With a long, tortured creak that sounds exactly like Grandpa’s knees when he tried to stand after Sunday roast. That will be Grandpa RJ, on mom’s side.First through the doorway is a mountain of a man. Bald. Bearded. Built like someone stacked bricks into human form. He smells like sweat, leather, a

I don’t even fully understand what that means, but I know I hate it.“Oh, how noble of you,” I shoot back before I can filter myself. My voice drips sarcasm, thin armor over rising panic.His eyes glaze slightly, unfocusing, like he’s staring at something only he can see. A future. A throne. A twist