Novel & Cerita Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas

Suddenly I'm picked up and swung around, laughing hard when I hear Austin shout that we are having another baby followed by some of the brothers comments about already having one. Setting me down, Austin looks down at me while I stare into his deep brown eyes. The same eyes I fell in love with when he was just a rude biker in the middle of my emergency room. Things are finally looking up around here and it's everything I've dreamed about on Christmas Eve.

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

Sable By the next afternoon, the clubhouse looked like Christmas had collided headfirst with a biker bar. Boxes of decorations had been dragged down from storage—some old and mismatched, some surprisingly tasteful, some looking like they had survived three wars and at least one bar fight. Tinsel hung from rafters beside lengths of chain. White lights were being wound around support beams. Somebody had jammed a Santa hat over the mounted longhorn skull above the fireplace, and no one seemed inclined to remove it.

My heart raced as Xavier slowly eased the motorcycle onto the road. The bright moon and stars illuminated the night sky, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, interrupted only by the motorcycle roaring down the road. Riding with Xavier, I started to grasp his passion for this experience. It was as if we were soaring through the night, feeling liberated and untethered from the world around us.

Knox murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Says the biker who looks like he could break someone in half.” “Only people who deserve it.” I laughed softly, and he pulled me closer. Around us, the world continued…the music, the laughter, the bonfire crackling and sending sparks into the darkening sky. But in Knox’s arms, it all faded to background noise. This moment was ours. His hand tightened on my waist. “Elara…” “I know,” I whispered, understanding what he couldn’t say out loud. Not here. Not surrounded by people.

"I am choosing to end it." He stared at me for a long moment. Then pulled me into his arms. "You are going to give me a heart attack one of these days." "Probably. But at least it will be interesting." We left Chicago at dawn. All twenty bikers accounted for. Some wounded, none dead. Diane's operations destroyed. Message sent. On the drive back to Nevada, I dozed against Albert's shoulder, exhausted. "Eva," he said quietly. "You know she is not going to honor that deal, right? She will come back."

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.

“Uhm.” “We are riding that,” I state, and her brow suddenly rises. “Like right now?” “Yes. Right now,” I confirm. It is our easiest way to where we are headed. Her thin eyes are staring at me when I grab her wrist and lead her to the bicycle. “Come here, I have an idea.” “What are we doing?” she asks, chuckling. The good thing about this time of day on Christmas is most parks are empty and uneventful because everyone is spending the day with their family.