All Chapters of Reborn: Bound to the Biker Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Charlotte sent the address an hour later. No small talk, no warmth, just a pin dropped on a map and four words. *He's expecting you. Alone.*Rosalind told her mother she was staying at Dahlia's. Another lie stacked on the pile she was building without her father's knowledge, though tonight she barely felt the guilt of it. Something colder had taken its place, something that made lying easy.The address led to a garage on the edge of town, low and wide, metal roll doors thrown open to the night, motorcycles lined in neat rows beneath work lights that buzzed faintly overhead. Men moved between the bikes, wrenches and rags in hand, the low rumble of an engine testing somewhere in the back. Nobody stopped her at the entrance. Somebody had clearly told them to let her through.She found him near the last bay, wiping grease from his hands with a rag, sleeves pushed up past his forearms, dark hair falling loose over his forehead the way it never quite sat right no matter how many times he pu

The funeral was small. Rosalind stood at the back of the gathering, a plain black coat borrowed from her mother's closet, the collar pulled high against a wind that smelled faintly of rain. Warrick Voss had no family left to grieve him properly, only a scattering of neighbors and two men from Vera's network who'd come to make certain nobody buried him with unanswered questions still attached to his name.The coroner had ruled it a heart attack. Natural causes, the report said, nothing suspicious enough to warrant further investigation. Rosalind had read the copy Vera obtained twice, then a third time, searching for the lie buried inside official language designed to close a case quietly."They bought someone," Vera said quietly beside her, watching the small crowd disperse from beneath a black umbrella. "Or scared someone. Either way, that report isn't the truth.""Can you prove it?""Not without exhuming the body, and even then, whatever they used was likely designed to disappear fro

The name her father gave her led nowhere at first. Patricia Vane-Holloway, last known to be living somewhere outside the state, no current address on file, no phone number Dahlia's contact could easily track down. Rosalind spent two frustrating days chasing dead ends before Kade showed up at her door unannounced, something she hadn't expected given how carefully they'd both maintained distance from her house since the beginning."You can't be here," she said, glancing nervously back toward the kitchen where her mother was washing dishes, radio playing low."I found her," Kade said simply, holding up a folded piece of paper. "Patricia Vane-Holloway. Lives two hours north now, different name on the lease but the same woman based on the photo my contact pulled."Rosalind's heart pounded. "How did you find this so fast?""I told you. Resources." He studied her carefully. "I can drive you there tomorrow, if you want. Weekend, no school, no questions from your father about where you're head

Rosalind's heart pounded as she stood frozen, the photograph still clutched in her trembling hands. Her father's eyes moved from her face to the image, something complicated and pained passing behind his tired expression."I'm sorry," she said quickly, setting it down carefully on the desk. "I was looking for a pen. I didn't mean to go through your things."Her father crossed the room slowly, picking up the photograph, studying the boy's face with an expression she couldn't fully read before sliding it beneath a stack of old mail, out of sight again."That drawer sticks," he said, voice rougher than usual. "Try the one by the window next time.""Who was that? In the photo.""Nobody important," he said, too quickly, the words carrying a weight that suggested exactly the opposite. "Old business. Nothing you need to worry about."Rosalind studied his face, every instinct screaming at her to press further, to finally force the truth she already half possessed into the open between them. S

Silas arrived at the house two days later, unannounced, a casserole dish balanced carefully in his hands like a man who'd done this exact performance a hundred times before. Rosalind answered the door, stomach twisting violently at the sight of him standing so casually on their porch, the same man she'd overheard discussing her father's death like a logistics problem less than forty-eight hours earlier."Rosalind." He smiled warmly, nothing in his expression betraying the cold calculation she now knew lived beneath it. "Is your father home? I wanted to check on him, after everything with Griggs.""He's inside," she said, keeping her voice carefully neutral, every instinct screaming at her to slam the door instead. "I'll get him."She retreated to the kitchen, hands shaking as she found her father at the table, papers spread in front of him."Silas is here," she said quietly. "With food. Says he wants to check on you."Her father's jaw tightened, though he masked it quickly before stan