All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Dad checks radio devices with Noah and a few Blackburn security guys. Static crackles softly. Frequencies align.7:45 flashes on the screen. Blinking. Taunting.Time slows. Stretches. Presses against my lungs.My demons wake up. They don’t scream. They tiptoe slowly around in my head.Soft little fo

A radio crackles. A voice cuts through the silence — “Team A … come in.”The driver grabs it. Presses a button.“Team A here. Is he alone?”Smart. They double-check. But not smart enough. My boys know what they’re doing. I suppress a grin.“He’s alone. You’re good to go.”“Thanks. Over and out.”The

Date = 21 January A really really long fucking day.Place = San Francisco (Haunted house)POV - DamionThey brought me here. To the haunted house. To Mel.Brick gives me the smallest wink before slamming the van door shut — a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flash of alliance.Then the van pulls away.And

Doubt. Her words got under his skin.His jaw tightens. He looks at her again — really looks at her — the bruises, the ropes biting into her wrists, the tremor in her shoulders. His throat works like he’s trying to swallow something that won’t go down.“I didn’t want it like this,” he mutters, almost

Date = 21 JanuaryPlace = San Francisco (Haunted house)POV - DamionPain, devastation, helplessness … feelings I’ve buried deep inside long ago come rushing forward.“Now you can focus on our plan,” Lucinda snaps at her brother.Darren moves without thinking. He points the gun at his own sister. Hi