All Chapters of Reborn: Bound to the Biker Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"We can't outsmart him tonight," Marcus said, pacing the kitchen. "Not without a plan.""Then let's make one," Rosalind said. "Priya can't take the blame for something I did."Her father stopped pacing and looked at her. "You care about her. Someone you barely know.""She helped me when she didn't have to. That means something."He nodded slowly, some of the anger draining out of his face, replaced by something closer to respect. "Alright. Tomorrow, when Silas questions her, I go with you. Both of us. We tell him the ledger was found by me, not you, not her.""He won't believe that.""He doesn't have to believe it," Marcus said. "He just has to be unable to prove otherwise. As club president, if I say I found it, he can't accuse me of lying without proof of his own.""And if he pushes anyway?""Then we use what's inside it. Carefully. Enough to make him back off, not so much that he panics and does something we can't undo."Rosalind studied her father, this version of him still whole,

"We need to figure out who's helping you," Dahlia said. "Before it puts both of us in danger."Rosalind nodded, but her mind was already racing somewhere else. "There's something else bothering me.""What?""If Silas has been holding a grudge against my father for twenty years, why wait this long to act? Why not destroy him years ago, right after my mother left him?"Dahlia considered this. "Maybe he was waiting for the right moment. Or maybe something changed recently. Something that made him decide now was finally the time.""Like what?""I don't know. But men like Silas don't move without a reason. If he's speeding things up now, something must have triggered it."Rosalind thought about the timeline she remembered from her first life. In that version, everything fell apart around the same time it seemed to be building now. Which meant maybe nothing had changed at all. Maybe Silas had always planned to strike around this exact point, and her rebirth hadn't shifted the danger.It had

"My grandfather," Rosalind repeated slowly. "You never talk about him.""There's not much to talk about," her father said, voice tight. "He passed when you were still a baby. We were never close. He kept to himself most of his life, especially after that night.""Is he the reason you got involved with the Reapers in the first place?""In a way. He rode with a different club when he was younger, before I was even born. Left them not long after the fire and never really explained why. I always assumed guilt. Now I wonder if it was something worse."Rosalind's mind raced. "Did he ever mention Roland Cross? Or Silas?""Never Silas. Roland's name came up once, maybe twice, always followed by silence and a change of subject." Her father rubbed his temple. "I always thought it was just old grief. Now I'm not so sure.""Is there anyone left who might know more? Someone who was actually there?"Her father was quiet for a long moment. "There's an old friend of his. Wallace. Lives a couple hours

Rosalind didn't sleep much that night. She kept turning Dahlia's words over in her mind, kept thinking about a man watching everything from somewhere close, patient enough to wait fifteen years for the right moment to finish what a fire had started long before she was born.By morning, she'd made a decision. If Roland Cross was truly in town, watching Silas move his pieces into place, then Kade might already know more than he realized. He'd been paid by Silas for almost a year. If Roland controlled Silas, there was a chance those payments traced back further than either of them understood.She found Kade outside the same auto shop, same motorcycle, like he lived there half the time."You again," he said, though there was less edge in it than the first time."I need to ask you something.""You always do." He crossed his arms, studying her. "Go ahead.""Has anyone else ever come to you? Besides Silas. Someone older. Someone who might have talked to you about money, or loyalty, or timing

Rosalind's fingers hovered over the message, cold dread pooling in her chest.*How did the meeting with Silas go?*She typed back fast. *Nobody outside that office knew about it. How do you know?*No answer came, not right away, and she shoved the phone into her pocket, forcing herself to keep walking home before the shaking in her hands got any worse.---Her father was waiting at the kitchen table when she walked in, worry etched deep into his face. "Where were you? I got a call saying Silas wanted to see you.""I'm fine," she said, sitting down across from him. "He just wanted to ask about some people I've been talking to."Her father's jaw tightened. "What did you tell him?""Nothing. I denied everything.""Did he believe you?"Rosalind hesitated. "I don't think so. Not completely."Her father rubbed a hand over his face, the same tired gesture she remembered from years she wasn't supposed to know about yet. "This is getting more dangerous by the day.""I know.""I don't think you