Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul
I backed away and the handle began to turn but the lock held for now.
“Ruin cannot hear you,” the voice continued.
My chest tightened. “Security systems are down,” he said. “No one is coming.”
I grabbed the metal towel bar from the wall and held it like a weapon.
The door rattled violently then stopped, and Silence followed.
Then footsteps retreated, and I waited.
Thirty seconds passed, then the bedroom door slammed open.
Heavy footsteps rushed inside. “Elara!” Ruin’s voice. I dropped the metal bar and unlocked the door. The moment I opened it, Ruin pulled me into him, and his arms wrapped around me so tightly that I could barely breathe.