All Chapters of Reborn: Bound to the Biker Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosalind stared at the phone until the screen dimmed on its own.*I know what you saw. Meet me tonight. Alone.*Nobody could know. She hadn't told a soul, hadn't even said it out loud yet, not to her father, not to anyone. Whoever sent this either meant something else entirely, or they somehow knew more than they should.She typed back with shaking fingers.*Who is this?*The reply came fast.*Someone who's been watching Silas longer than you have. Ninth Street warehouse. 9pm. Come alone or don't come at all.*She set the phone down like it had burned her.A warehouse. Of course it was a warehouse.She spent the rest of the day moving through the house on autopilot, washing dishes that were already clean, straightening books that didn't need straightening, anything to keep her hands busy while her mind ran in circles. By the time evening came, she'd talked herself in and out of going a dozen times.Her father came home around six, tired but in a good mood, dropping his keys on the cou

"Who?" Rosalind asked again.Her father shook his head, already regretting he'd said anything. "It's nothing, kid. Forget I said that.""You just told me you don't trust someone you used to trust completely. That's not nothing."He rubbed a hand over his jaw, the way he always did when he was deciding how much to say. She remembered that gesture from before, from years she wasn't supposed to remember at all."There's a discrepancy in some numbers," he said finally. "Club money. Somebody flagged it to me directly instead of going through the usual channels."Rosalind's pulse quickened. "Who flagged it?""Doesn't matter.""Dad.""Rosalind." His voice sharpened, just enough to remind her she was still supposed to be a kid who didn't ask questions like this. "This isn't something you need to be part of."She swallowed the urge to push harder. Pushing too hard would only make him suspicious of her instead of Silas, and she couldn't afford that, not yet."Okay," she said instead. "Just be c

The bar sat on a stretch of road with no name Rosalind recognized, tucked between a boarded-up laundromat and a gas station that looked like it had been closed for years. She stood across the street at 8:55, hood up, watching the door.Dahlia found her before she found Dahlia."You're early," Dahlia said, appearing beside her like she'd stepped out of the shadows themselves."Couldn't sit still at home.""Good. Means you're taking this seriously." Dahlia nodded toward the bar. "His name's Tomas. He ran numbers for the club for almost ten years before Silas found a reason to push him out. Let me do the talking at first. He doesn't trust strangers.""I'm a stranger.""You're Marcus's kid. That'll buy you thirty seconds. After that, you're on your own."Inside, the bar was dim and mostly empty, a handful of men hunched over drinks who didn't look up when they walked in. Dahlia led her to a booth in the back where a heavyset man sat alone, a glass of something amber in front of him, untou

Rosalind's hands shook as she typed back.*Who is this?*No reply came.She looked up at her father, who was already pulling his jacket off the hook by the door, phone forgotten on the counter where he'd left it. He hadn't seen the messages. He didn't know someone out there was watching this unfold in real time."Dad, wait."He turned, keys in hand. "I have to go, kid. Meeting starts in twenty minutes.""Let me come with you.""Absolutely not." His voice left no room for argument. "Church is club only. You know that.""Then let me wait outside. Please."He studied her for a moment, something flickering across his face, maybe surprise at how serious she looked, maybe the first real question about why she was so afraid. "Rosalind, what's going on with you lately? You've been different. Watching everything like you're waiting for something bad to happen."She almost told him everything then. The words sat right behind her teeth, heavy and desperate. *Because something bad already happene

Rosalind stared at the message until her eyes hurt.*Ask him yourself.*She wanted to. Every part of her wanted to march up to Kade Ashworth and demand the truth, show him the numbers, watch his face and see if he even knew what Silas was doing with him. But he was a stranger. A dangerous one. She barely knew him in this life, and confronting him with stolen proof from Silas's private safe could get her killed faster than staying quiet ever would.She closed the ledger and hid it under a loose floorboard beneath her bed, the same hiding spot she remembered using years from now, in a life that might not even happen anymore.Sleep didn't come easily. She kept seeing the same name over and over in her mind. Kade Ashworth. Paid. Funded. Not a rival at all, but a piece on Silas's board, moved exactly where Silas wanted him.By morning, she had a plan, or at least the start of one.---She found Kade outside the same auto shop where she'd first spoken to Grayson, leaning against his motorcy