Falling for My Biker Stepbrother
Sanna and Conti flanked us, Mom staying back but ready, her pistol in hand, and we cornered the sheriff in his command room, maps and screens glowing, his face calm but eyes betraying fear as he raised his hands, “You win; let’s talk terms.”
The passion of victory surged, Mantovani’s gun steady on him, but the sheriff smiled slyly, pressing a hidden button, and alarms blared, the bunker shaking as self-destruct sequences initiated, timers counting down, forcing us to drag him out, racing against collapse. We made it to the surface just as explosions rocked the mountain, debris raining down, and Mantovani cuffed the sheriff, his voice cold, “It’s over,” but the sheriff laughed, “Not quite; ch
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