Falling for My Biker Stepbrother
Come on, Ro; do you dare leave us now," the brotherhood they were, made in the blood, in the loyalty, hanging by a thread that was growing thinner with each passing moment.
On the other side of the room kneeling in silent supplication was the father whom I had known all my life as a story-teller, a cello player, and now he saw the ugliness of the world which I had so freely chosen to enter, and his voice was scarcely audible over the alarms, "Father, please, father, in thy sight, grant him strength; he is one of the family now. The language struck me, the familiar pain of mingling my previous life with this new one, as a feeling of guilt and gratitude rose up, knowing that Dad had stepped in
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