Todos los capítulos de THE BISHOP'S IMPOSTER BRIDE.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

LYRAIt isn't funny, but my mind goes blank at the number. Ten million dollars? Who owes anyone ten million dollars? It’s so absurd, so entirely disconnected from my reality of student loans and grocery budgets, that a hysterical giggle spills past my lips.It turns out to be a massive mistake.The giant behind me, Spidey, doesn't find it funny. His iron fingers clamp around my collarbone, digging into the tender muscle with ruthless pressure. A sharp, agonizing gasp rips from my chest, and I wince painfully. My eyes squeeze shut as more tears sting my eyelids.“Quiet down, sweetheart,” the ringleader warns, nodding toward my shoulder. “Unless you want him to snap that collarbone in half.” He flickers a lazy gesture toward him. “Let her breathe, Jax.”Jax releases his grip, but his heavy hand remains resting lightly on my shoulder like a loaded weapon. I bite my lower lip until I taste copper, forcing my breaths to stay shallow, and keeping my eyes clamped shut, desperately trying to

LYRAI don’t answer him. I watch him take slow, deliberate strides that make no sound against the damp concrete around me. He takes another small sip of his drink, his pale blue eyes watching me like a predator evaluating a cornered rabbit."He isn't here for Declan's debt." The realization settles in my gut like a block of ice.Might this be another one of Declan's messes? Did he piss off someone even higher up the food chain? Does he owe this man money, too? I desperately hope not. Because unlike the thugs I met earlier, I can tell that this man is far more dangerous. He is the kind of man you never want to cross, the kind who doesn't shout or throw temper tantrums, but finds small, excruciatingly painful ways to make you disappear.He completes another slow loop around my chair, the glass never straying far from his lips. I force myself to study him through the gloom.First, I notice the ink. Unlike generic street tattoos, his look clinical, calculated, and deliberate.Etched acros

LYRAThe sharp click of a door shutting jolts me awake, and my eyes snap open. I stare up at the ceiling, instantly realizing I'm not in my apartment or the damp basement. I am on a massive, four-poster bed, lying on top of the comforter. The fabric is heavy and incredibly soft, unlike anything I have ever slept on."You awake. Good. Get up."My head jerks to the side to find a woman in her fifties standing over me. She wears a sharp black skirt suit and a crisp white blouse. Her blonde hair, threaded with silver, is pulled back tightly it looks painful. Her face is blank, except for her eyes, which are looking down at me with raw disdain.Grabbing a fistful of the comforter, I force myself to sit up, scramble back against the headboard, and pull my knees tight to my chest."Where the hell am I?" My gaze breaks from hers and darts around the room.My entire apartment could fit in here with space to spare. To my right sits an emerald-green sofa with matching throw pillows. A thick, plu