Semua Bab Taming Sean Davis: Her Billionaire Biker Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I don't know how long I can keep up this lie, but I need to find a away to get out of Sean Davis's life for good. I had no reason still being here...stuck with him alone in my house...My father had already...Fuck...Just the thought of it hurts... I really fucking had no one...I shook my head to dispel the sad thoughts... Not now... We will spare the crying till when Sean was not around.It was true that I was alone, but I still had one person... the man I had created Sean Davis to be in my head... Damien Black.Well, I couldn't be close to Sean, but I still had Damien. Finally deciding that a broken heart was not worth dying over, I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed my laptop, and pulled it onto my lap. I popped the screen open, the warm glow washed over the oversized t-shirt I was wearing...the one Sean had placed over my bare skin while I was unconscious.My throat was dry....So fucking dry.I needed water but I could not bring myself to call him back or ask him for hel

I didn't hesitate. Every second I stood there was another second a target stayed painted right on Sean's back.If my dad says he would kill him, Sean was as good as dead.I needed to leave and I needed to leave alone.Thinking quickly, I grabbed a scrap of paper, uncapped a pen with my teeth, and scribbled the note as fast as my good hand could move...'Hey, had to step out to grab a few groceries and restock. If I'm not back by midnight, don't wait up—just head back to wherever you were coming from that's safer for you. Thanks for dinner.'I prayed and hoped he was arrogant enough to listen to me and find somewhere safer to be, CEO or not, he was still human, and he could still very very...die.I dropped the paper on the kitchen island where he’d see it and slipped out before he could catch me.In the dark of my garage, Sean's black power bike he had carried me in when I was shot was parked right beside mine, looking every bit like it's owner... a quiet menace. But I walked right pas

I must have slept off or fainted from the pain...it wasn't very clear...but when my eyes opened, I immediately knew I wasn't alone.Someone was sitting right beside me in the dark. I turned my head slowly to stare at whoever it was...When I finally caught sight of his face, even through the hazy blur, my heart doubled it's beat.I knew that face...I would recognize that face even if I died, resurrected and list my memories.Luca.I grimaced as a wave of cold agony washed over me. Laying on the freezing floor in a pool of my own sticky, drying blood was making every muscle lock up."Why are you here?" I rasped, my voice barely a thread. "Does this mean... am I dead?"Luca let out a soft laugh, the sound so familiar it made my chest ache."Silly RiRi," he whispered softly.He reached down, gently brushing a streak of wet, blood-matted hair away from my face."Why did you have to be so stubborn?" he asked, looking down at me with eyes full of sorrow. "Seeing you like this breaks my hea

Immediately he asked the question, my mouth snapped shut.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it felt like it was going to burst right through my skin. Panic flooded my veins, completely overriding the physical agony in my body.I couldn't tell him. I couldn't.I couldn't tell him that Luca was my brother. The same Luca Sean had mourned as his dead best friend. The same Luca who belonged to the rival family currently trying to burn Sean’s entire empire to the ground. If Sean connected those dots... if he realized who I actually was, it was over. I would be exposed right here on the floor.I didn't even know why I cared so much about him finding out, but I did. I didn't want him to compare me to my father even though he would be right to... I did not want him to see me like that. A bloodthirsty, destructive mafia lord...Sean took another slow step forward, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a cold, terrifying intensity...like he already knew I was trapped, like he didn't trust

The doctor finally rounded up her equipment, packing her instruments back into her leather case with practiced, quiet efficiency. She snapped off her nitrile gloves and turned toward me, giving me a stern, serious look."Keep up with the antibiotics and the pain management," she instructed, her voice crisp and professional. "And mentally prepare yourself...that shoulder is going to leave a heavy scar. The tissue was completely torn open, especially since your father dug his hand directly into an already gnarly wound."I flinched slightly at the memory, but the doctor just shook her head, gesturing down toward my midsection."The wound on your stomach isn't nearly as bad, thankfully," she added, pointing to the neatly taped bandage over my abdomen. "It's really just a shallow slit. It likely happened from the heel of his shoe when he kicked you, or maybe from those hard edge books that fell over you during the chaos."She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder and looked betwe