All Chapters of Black Forge MC: The President's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up with a sour taste in my mouth and my stomach felt like it had been punched.I was in the kitchen when the bile rose up and I barely made it to the bathroom.I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and threw up for what felt like the hundredth time that week.I stayed there for a few seconds, breathing through my mouth and wondering what the hell was wrong with me.Food just refused to stay down. I was beginning to think it was my worst enemy. Even keeping fluids down was a problem.I flushed the toilet and sat back against the cabinet.I was hungry and thirsty but I didn't want anything. The thought of breakfast was even more upsetting."Fuck this."I pushed myself up and rinsed my mouth. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked worse than death. My eyes looked swollen. I bet I smelled worse than I looked. I was exhausted and I hadn’t even done anything.Cass left early, something about an operation.He was spending every night by my side and I’d gotten

I looked down at the folder again for a moment before standing. “I’ll look through it.”Vercelli nodded.I picked up the folder. “But I can’t promise I’ll find what you want.”“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you could,” he said.I rolled my eyes and snorted. I would've preferred not to be involved in this at all but there I was.He smiled. “I find you refreshing.”“That’s unfortunate.” I headed toward the door.He laughed before calling, “And Sophia?”I stopped.“If you ever hear from Victor, let me know.”If I ever heard from Victor, I’d be killing him myself.I glanced back at Vercelli. “I don’t think he’ll ever contact me again.”I walked out before he could say anything else.Big Broody was waiting in the hallway. He looked at the folder in my hand and then at me. He reached into his pocket and took out a card to hand to me.I looked at it for a second before taking it. It had Vercelli’s name and phone number.I looked back at Big Broody. “Can I

Cass carried me into the apartment like I weighed nothing.I had stopped arguing somewhere between the parking garage and the elevator because frankly, I was tired. My entire day already included a Russian kidnapping, an interrogation, an arrest, and a fight with Veronica. Being carried home was hardly worth the energy of protesting. And it felt kind of nice. It also reminded me that we hadn’t been on a second date. He was always on the road and too busy.“This is nice,” I muttered, burying my face in his neck.“I know.” He chuckled.“You smell nice too,” I added.“Babe.”I looked at his face. He was smiling. “You’re enjoying this.”“Very much.”“Why?”“You are cute,” he whispered. “And you punched Veronica.”I rolled my eyes. “She deserved it.”“That’s for sure.”“She called me a club whore.”“I heard.”“And you still look amused.”“I’m proud of you.”I stared at him. “You’re proud of me for getting arrested?”“I’m proud of you for finally hitting somebody who had

By the time Roman and I pulled up outside Daniel's house, the street was already blocked off.Two NYPD cruisers sat across the road with their lights flashing, and an unmarked SUV was parked half on the curb. A few officers stood behind the tape while another kept the growing crowd of curious neighbours from getting too close.I killed the engine of my bike.Roman took off his helmet and looked at Daniel’s building. “That's a lot of cops.”“Daniel wasn't exactly a nobody,” I said.“Neither are we.”I looked at him.He shrugged. “Just saying.”We got off our bikes and started walking toward the perimeter. One of the officers recognized us before we reached the tape.“Voss.” He offered me a hand.I took it. “Detective Harris.”He lifted the tape for us. “Captain's inside.”“Which captain?” Roman asked.“FBI.”That answered the question. I’d never liked that man. But considering how I misjudged Daniel, maybe the captain should’ve been the one I liked.We ducked under the t

By the time Alexis and I left the doctor's office, I was already regretting agreeing to the blood test. I just didn't like having another thing to think about. I wished I could talk to my mother about such things, but I wasn’t that fortunate. Maybe I could try? On a good day, of course. If only I could predict those.Alexis unlocked the car and waited until I got inside before walking around to the driver's side.“I can drive myself home,” I reminded her as she started the engine. “Let you take a cab?”“I'm ignoring you,” she replied, fastening her seat belt. “Mr Voss called. He couldn’t reach you. He wanted to know whether you would like to see your brother?”I looked at her. “I thought he was lying low?”She nodded. “He is. I can take you to see him.”I didn’t say anything. I was glad Ethan was safe, but I still wasn’t ready for a heart-warming one on one.Alexis pulled out of the parking lot, and I rested my head against the seat. “The doctor told me to stop taking the pil