All Chapters of Wild ridge book2 lightning : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~lily~ I knew this was a bad idea. Messing with Lightning and the Wild Ridge MC was a risk, but I needed their help, and I needed it badly.
Making my way through the dock, I slipped past the night security guard, who was distracted by his phone. Once inside the shipping office, I quietly sat down in one of the chairs in front of their computer. The office was dimly lit, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the old building.
I was a wiz when it came to computer stuff, so it didn’t take long for me to access their systems. When I found their secret stash disguised as pastry supplies, I rerouted the order, hiding it from them. I knew they would come looking, and hopefully, I’d run into him along the way.
As I finished up, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart raced, and I quickly shut down the computer, trying to look casual. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped in. It was Lightning, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.
“What

~lily~ I watched him head out, probably going to tell the rest of the guys. I made my way out of his office, Snake following behind.
I couldn’t help but look around. The place seemed the same, but it wasn’t. It seemed Nick decided to high-tech the place as I looked at the security cameras around the room.
“So, how do you know the prez?” Snake stated, his rough voice startling me.
“Umm,” I blushed, “we used to see each other when I was around the club.”
I glanced back at Snake and watched as he looked at me curiously. “Sooo, you and the prez used to fuck?” he said bluntly.
I rolled my eyes at his crude words. I guess some things never change. “Yes, we used to fuck.”
“So you were a club whore and decided to bail out of the business?” he stated.
I turned around, irritated at his words. “Look, yes, I was a club whore. Yes, I slept around, but don’t ever think that I ran out. I was looking to better myself, to find out who I really was,” I stated as I spun around and marched off, l

~lily~ I looked at him, expecting him to say something else, but he didn’t. He just nodded and was about to exit.
“Wait,” I shouted.
He turned back.
“Can we talk?” I whispered.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and turned towards me.
I took a deep breath in and let it out. “I didn’t want to leave you. I just wanted to find myself. I mean, all my life, all I have ever known was the motorcycle life. I just wanted to figure out who I was and what I was meant to do. I know I didn’t do it the right way, and I apologize for that. Please, can you forgive me?” I asked, my eyes searching his.
He stood there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. The silence between us felt heavy, loaded with the weight of the past.
“I… I get it,” he finally said, his voice softer than I expected. “You needed to find yourself. I just wish you’d told me. We could have figured it out together.”
I swallowed hard, tears stinging my eyes. “I was scared, Nick. Scared that I wouldn’t be enough, that this

~lily~As I walked down the stairs, I could feel eyes on me. I looked around, noticing the girls all staring at me, one in particular giving me a nasty glare. 
I smiled back and continued walking until I heard a small feminine voice behind me. 
“Your name’s Lily, right?” 
I turned around and came face to face with a tall, slim female with golden hair and hazel eyes. I smiled. “Yes, I am.” 
“My name is Jen. You probably don’t know me since I came after you left, but I’ve heard all about you from the other girls.” 
I looked over her shoulder as the other girls watched our interaction. 
“Probably bad news, I bet.” 
“Oh no,” Jen said quickly. “Well, besides Priscilla. She’s infatuated with the prez,” she added, rolling her eyes. 
I chuckled softly. “Figures. There’s always one in every group.” 
Jen smiled sympathetically. “Yeah, well, she thinks she owns the place. Just ignore her. The rest of us are actually pretty nice.” 
I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thanks, Jen. It’

As I crawled out of the dusty storage room, I surveyed the chaos left in the wake of the police raid. Broken liquor bottles littered the floor, and tables were overturned—evidence of the thorough search the officers had conducted. Most of the club members were busy cleaning up, armed with brooms and mops.
“Are you ok, princess?” Snake’s voice rang out from behind me as he moved from the back door.
I nodded, still taking in the damage. I watched as Nick headed upstairs without looking back, his demeanor tense. Standing still, shaken from the police action, I knew I needed to talk to him.
Gathering my courage, I followed Nick upstairs towards his office. The clubhouse was quieter here, the sounds of cleanup fading into a muffled backdrop. I reached his door and noticed it was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, I saw Nick sitting at his desk, his head resting on his folded arms with a glass of whiskey positioned close by. He looked defeated and weary.
I closed the door silently behind m