Todos los capítulos de The Runaway Wife He Claimed: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Amelia's POV “You better start talking,” Grey said, folding his arms across his chest as he stared at me.He stood right in front of the door, completely blocking my way out. Even if I made a run for it, he'd catch me before my hand even touched the doorknob.I rolled my eyes, but my heart was a trapped bird, slamming itself against my ribs. Frustration burned inside me, a wildfire looking for something to consume, hot enough to make my hands twitch.“How many fucking times do I have to tell you?” I snapped, smacking the edge of one hand against my palm. Maybe if I kept saying it, it'd finally get through that thick skull of his. “I'm not Amy. My name is Amelia. There are thousands of women named Amy. Thousands of women with hazel eyes and lips that look like hers. You can't just look at me and decide I'm someone else.”Grey let out a low chuckle.It wasn't an amused one. It was the kind that said he thought every word coming out of my mouth was complete bullshit.“Why the hell am I

Amelia's POV My thighs were still trembling, slickness trailing down them in slow, shining streaks.The mirror in front of me reflected every filthy detail—my flushed face, his dark, hungry eyes fixed on me.God.I hadn't realized he'd missed me this much.As for me, I hadn't even had time to think about him. But now, with him standing behind me, he was all I could think about. All I could focus on was the way he made me feel.He reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, but left it hanging open instead of taking it off.A second later, the quiet clink of his belt buckle filled the room.I knew exactly what came next.But I didn't try to stop him.Because, damn... we both wanted the same thing.The sound alone made my stomach tighten with anticipation.Then he freed his cock.I didn't turn around to look, but I didn't need to. I remembered him from the last time we'd been together. Thick. Heavy. Veiny. The memory alone was enough to make my mouth go dry.God. How

Amelia's POV “So, stranger,” he said, glancing at me as he drove. “What's your name?”“I'm Amelia.” The answer slipped out before I even thought about it and I kept my eyes on the road ahead “That's a pretty name.” He smiled before turning his attention back to the road. “I'm Sam, by the way.”“Nice to meet you.” I forced a smile but the second I looked back out the window, it slipped right off my face.Honestly, I just wanted us to drive in silence. Over the next few minutes, Sam talked... and talked.He told me how much he loved parties, how he'd always dreamed of traveling the world, and how he'd only managed to visit about ten countries so far.I barely took any of it in. I just kept pretending.I'd smile when it seemed appropriate, nod every now and then, throw in the occasional, “Oh, yeah,” or, “Really?” or, “That's nice.”But my mind wasn't in that car. It was somewhere else. Somewhere with Grey.I wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and, if I was being honest, think about hi

Grey's POV I let out a slow breath, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth beneath my helmet.Did this idiot really think pointing a gun at me would do anything?I reached up and slowly pulled off my helmet. Cold night air hit my face, carrying the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. I ran a hand through my hair before lifting my eyes to him.Beside him, Amelia froze. She sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes went wide, all the color draining from her face.She clearly hadn't expected to see me. But I'd deal with her later.“You.” Scorpion squinted at me. “Aren't you that CEO? Grey Brentwood?”A crooked smile spread across my lips.“Glad to know I'm memorable.” My gaze swept over him. “How's your jaw?” I asked, a mocking laugh slipping out.His jaw tightened.“I've always wanted to settle the score with you, you son of a bitch.” He lifted the gun, his finger twitching against the trigger. “Looks like I finally get to blow your fucking brains out.”I laughed. These idiots really had

GHOST RIDERS MC MEETING.LOCATION; ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.Viper's POV“Boss.”Scorpion and Sam bowed their heads as I settled into the chair at the head of the table. The rest of the Ghost Riders MC stood around me, waiting for the meeting to begin.It was time for one of our monthly meetings. The kind where we decided who needed to disappear next and discussed ways to keep the business running stronger than ever.The abandoned warehouse was cold enough to bite through leather. Rust clung to the air, mixing with stale tobacco and old engine oil. Moonlight spilled through the broken windows, leaving silver streaks across the cracked concrete floor. Empty metal cans lay scattered around, shifting with a faint clink whenever the wind slipped inside.Silence settled over the room.My eyes drifted to Scorpion.One side of his face was swollen, a dark bruise already spreading across his cheek. My brow furrowed.What the hell had he done this time?I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my kne