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His motorcycle didn’t announce itself. It roared. That deep, violent sound tore through the silence of the compound like a warning shot. Conversations died instantly. Heads turned. Even the guards shifted uneasily, hands moving instinctively toward their weapons before they realized who it was. Everyone knew that sound. Everyone knew him. Kade Roman. The biker Alpha they had once tried to erase from their territory. The man who refused to stay gone. The gates of the estate swung open with a heavy metallic groan, and there he was riding in like the world still bent to his rules. Black bike. Black jacket. Eyes colder than anything human should be allowed to carry.

I can’t deny the fact that I trust him more than life itself. He looks up at the sky, and the weather is slowly darkening. “Give me the directions to your place,” he says, getting on the bike. I help Nate get on, placing the oversized helmet on his head. At least he’ll be safe. I get on as well, and the motorcycle roars to life. The wind whips through my hair once more. The motorcycle stops right in front of my house, and I feel my throat close up again. After my car broke down in the desert, I didn’t think I would be making my way back here.

He’d gotten it last month, and since then, he’d been promising to take her for a ride, and tonight it would seem would be her night. Most kids got a car; Alfie got a bike. He’d told her he’d been promised the bike months ago, and Eagle had been waiting for the guy to finish it up, and Chloe could see why. It was a damn sexy machine, and the way Alfie stroked it as he showed the bike off, well, she’d been a little, tiny bit jealous. Not anymore as he said he needed to break his bike in to make sure it was safe to take his

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Observing her exhaustion, Tim, who was standing next to the motorcycle, spoke in a soothing tone, “You didn’t need to rush like that. I told you I’d wait.” Estelle extended her hand and gently touched the motorcycle. “I didn’t anticipate that you’re also a motorcycle enthusiast. Nowadays, many women enjoy riding bikes, often favoring lighter models. You’re quite unique in your preference. Among all the women I’ve known, you’re the only one who has a fondness for heavyweight motorcycles. Allow me to introduce this particular bike to you,” Tim offered. He retrieved his phone and read the information he had recently looked up on the Internet. Several minutes passed, and Tim eventually completed

It’s a corrugated tin shack, leaning precariously against a retaining wall. I rip the door open. Inside, sitting under a tarp, is a motorcycle. It’s not a chopper. It’s a sleek, matte-black sport bike. A Ducati. Fast. Agile. A Reaper's bike. I shove the documents inside my leather jacket—the one Drakon gave me back at the motel, which I miraculously still have—zipping it up to my chin. I jam the key into the ignition. It turns. The dashboard lights up. I hit the starter.

There are only two things in this fucked up world I give a damn about, motorcycles and women. ​I ride them both the same way with a heavy hand and zero mercy. I like easing into the stroke, feeling the machine warm up beneath me, then manhandling them around tight corners until the metal screams. I want them redlining, vibrating through my bones until they’re begging me to let off the gas. I don't do gentle. I do control. ​Sup, Boss.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “Monster” by Skillet IVARA’S POV: The night air is slashing across my face, cold and wild, carrying the smell of pine and asphalt. The motorcycle growls beneath me, eating the road in furious gulps, and for the first time in forever, I feel almost untethered. Except he’s there.

all because he was fucking someone else. Headlights suddenly appeared in the distance, cutting through the heavy rain like a single bright knife. A motorcycle slowed down and pulled up behind my dead car. The rider turned off the engine but left the headlight on, illuminating the pouring rain. He swung one long leg over the bike and walked toward me through the downpour, with water streaming off his black leather jacket and helmet.

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