All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

He looks down at himself like this is all deeply inconvenient. A wet, broken sound escapes his throat — half cough, half protest.The shotgun slips from his hands. Clatters.Then he follows it to the floor. Just … folds. Crying in pain.He’s shot.For a heartbeat, the room freezes.What the fuck? Th

Date = 21 January (very late at night) Still no end to this fucking ongoing day.Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)POV - Damion“Get Dr. Burden on the phone. Now.”My head lifts a fraction from where it’s been hanging between my knees. Doc Barney’s voice cuts through the ER like a sc

I’m not trying to shout. But I’m done. Completely. My skull is throbbing. My ribs feel like crushed tin. My heart is hanging together by a thread. My girlfriend had her head smashed into a pillar. I don’t have patience left in my bloodstream.“Hi,” the doctor says suddenly, switching tones like some

Dr. Burden looks around thoughtfully. Then at me. Then at the door.“Complicated,” she says with a small chuckle. “Got it.”I huff out a breath somewhere between a laugh and a nervous breakdown. Yeah. Complicated is stating it mildly.There’s a psychopath on the loose. My girlfriend is unconscious.

Date = 23 January Two days of deep sleep.Place = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)POV – MelaenaBeeping.Slow. Relentless. Mocking.Beep … Beep … Beep …It drills into my skull like a tiny hammer with anger issues.Darkness shifts behind my eyelids. Images flicker. Blurry. Disconnected. Li