Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss The Devil Rider: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Milo's PovThe screen of my phone felt heavy in my hand, the words from Adrian blinking at me like a warning sign.*“Milo, you need to check our father's old belongings in the storage box right now. There's something in there you missed.”*I sat up slowly on the couch, trying not to wake Kade, but the sudden tension in my body must have given me away. Kade’s eyes snapped open instantly. All the sleepy softness disappeared from his face, replaced by that sharp, dangerous focus of a man ready for a fight."What is it?" Kade asked, his voice rough with sleep as he sat up beside me, his hand automatically reaching out to grab my shoulder."Adrian," I whispered, holding out the phone for him to read. "He says I need to look through the old storage box of our dad's belongings. The one we shoved into the back of the closet years ago and never touched again."Kade read the message in a single second. His jaw tightened, and he gave a slow, firm nod. "All right. Let's go open it."We walked tog

Milo's PovThe heavy silence that fell across the room felt colder than ice.After those words left my mouth—*maybe you came here to watch me*—I didn't wait around for him to answer. I turned my back on Kade, snatched the photograph off the floor, and marched out of the spare bedroom without looking back. My chest was burning, and my throat felt tight and dry, but I refused to let him see me cry. I had spent years guarding my heart, making sure nobody could ever get close enough to destroy it, and for a few days, I had let Kade break down every single wall.Now, standing in the middle of my living room holding my father's old warning note, I felt like a complete idiot.Kade didn't follow me right away. He stayed back in the hallway, letting me pull away emotionally and put up my walls twice as high as before.For the rest of that afternoon, the apartment turned into a tomb. But instead of comforting me or trying to talk it out, Kade went straight back into bodyguard mode. I watched hi

Milo's Pov The heavy metal doors of the Devil Riders clubhouse looked like the entrance to a fortress built to keep the rest of the world out.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I stood on the dusty asphalt parking lot, staring up at the dark windows and the rows of heavy motorcycles parked outside. For years, my mother had warned me to stay away from places like this. She told me that men who rode motorcycles and wore club cuts only brought trouble, pain, and early graves. Now, standing here with my father’s faded photograph tucked inside my jacket pocket, I realized just how right—and how wrong—she had been.Kade stood right beside me, his broad shoulders squared and his dark eyes scanning every corner of the lot. He didn't say a word, but his body language made it crystal clear to every single patched member hanging around the yard: *anyone who looks at him wrong answers to me.*He reached out, his warm, rough hand brushing softly against mine. He gave my fin

Milo's PovMy eyes stayed glued to the face of that third unidentified man in the photograph, and a cold shock went straight down my spine.I knew him.The sharp jawline, the dark, slicked-back hair, and the faint, cold smirk playing around the corners of his mouth—I had seen that face before. Not in an old history book or an ancient family album, but in real life. He was the man I had seen talking to my mother in our kitchen just a few months ago, pretending to be an old family friend dropping off paperwork.My breath hitched in my throat as the pieces crashed together in my head. This wasn't just ancient club history involving my dead father and Roman Black. This was tied directly to my present.I looked up at Kade, my heart hammering like crazy against my ribs. "Kade... look at this face. Look at the third man standing next to my dad."Kade shifted his gaze from my eyes down to the faded photograph. He studied the third man for a second, and I watched the color drain completely out

Milo's Pov The sleek, matte-black sedan crept down the mouth of the narrow alleyway like a dark shadow, its engine rumbling low and quiet.My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack open. For a split second, panic threatened to choke the air right out of my lungs. I remembered every scary note left at my door, every creepy photograph, and every warning my mother had whispered to me about the dangerous world attached to our family name.Then Kade moved.He didn't hesitate. Before I could even draw a breath, his strong arm shoved me firmly behind his broad back, totally shielding my body from the street. His hand flashed instantly beneath his heavy leather jacket, his fingers wrapping securely around the grip of his weapon. He stood there like a wall of solid steel—unmoving, completely focused, and ready to face whatever threat was rolling toward us.We waited in total silence, the hair on the back of my neck standing straight up as the black car rolled closer.