Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Without waitin' for a response, I grab Krystie’s hand, pullin' her with me into the kitchen, the chaos of the room fadin' behind us.
As we step into the kitchen, my mind already flickers to the sandwich I never finished. “Now, where was I?” I mutter to myself, grinning like a madman, ignorin' the blood still staining my hands. Food always tastes better after a little bloodshed. So, Queenie is pregnant. It explains why King keeps arguin' with 'er to get 'er ass back home to the club and stop followin' him. He's right to do that, it's safer there.
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