Mr Unchained Baki Novels & Stories

The sound traveled through me, vibrating through my pussy, ripping through my skin. My legs trembled and I almost embarrassed myself, but my hands quickly tightened on the rails. His eyes flashed silver, no longer the dark, stormy gray. His muscles tensed, bulging under his black sleeveless biker vest, his patch with his title imprinted on the left chest. President. President of Killer Wolves Motorcycle Club. Before I could reach the bottom of the stairs, he stood up and left. I gasped. My body shook, my thighs quivering as I walked back upstairs to my room. Slowly. Measured. But it wasn’t because of my mom’s disgusted look or her cussing.

“You are now bound to me, there’s no turning back. You could never run away anymore.” I gave him a wide grin. “Then, be my guest, Achilles Coleman.” “I would love to be chained to this billionaire mafia in front of me.”

Jake said "Ahahahahaaha you know what if you want to joke, look for cheap jokes and not expensive jokes. Lilian said " Am not Joking" "Wait a minute, you are serious, No No no that can't be true I can't lost my baby that the only thing my husband your brother left for me to feel his presents, I can't lost my baby, Jake please go and bring my baby back. I want my baby. If Rhain hated me that much she would have better kill me and not killing my child. Jake told me what wrong I committed to her that made her do that to my baby. Lilian said crying fake tears while Jake put her head on his chest begging her to top crying.

Just then, Finn arrived; he flung the door, walked passed his brother without any pleasantries as he headed straight to his room. “Oh great there you are, Finn” Alex clapped his hands, barely realizing that his brother was in a bad mood. “I have something to discuss with you Finn and damn! your maid Madison isn’t helping matters at all” He continued, walking behind Finn. “So I found a way to talk to Charles. Charles is the founder of Kikacha …” Finn suddenly cut in sharply. “Listen Alex! I am not ready to listen to your internet talk!” Finn fussed and entered his room yet Alexander followed him in.

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”

He reached for his jaw attempting to ease some pain to no avail. "Ah yes, that." Jessica stood snapping the chains from her ankle and walking to Frank like they weren't in a small cell for prisoners. Reaching out she tilted his head back to peer inside his mouth. Once seeing where the supposed alright lord had injured her brother she scoffed before walking to the window of the cell. She paused only long enough to say, "I suggest you follow this time. I doubt you will survive if I escape under your watch again."

Chapter 76 I turned to see a man in his forties approaching us, well-dressed but with the weathered hands and confident stance of someone who spent serious time around motorcycles. There was something in his eyes that made me instantly wary - not threatening, exactly, but calculating. "Hi," he said, extending his hand for a shake. "Hi," I replied, but kept my hands at my sides. Something about his approach felt too familiar, too presumptuous. "Fierce. I like that," he said, apparently amused by my refusal to shake his hand.

The silence that followed was even worse than the roar of the motorcycle; it was heavy, suffocating, and filled with the presence of the man standing just a few feet away from me. Ruan didn't look at me. He moved with a terrifyingly calm efficiency, tossing his leather vest onto a chair and beginning to unwrap the black tape from his knuckles. His hands were large, scarred, and steady—the hands of a man who dealt in violence as easily as I dealt in bandages and IV drips.

Any idea that doesn't involve chaining me down with a mate would be well appreciated. “The races.” I barked a laugh before I could stop myself. “You’re joking.” “You were a champion once. You were one of the best bikers those tracks have ever seen." “That was years ago. A very long time ago." “And?” “My reflexes aren’t what they used to be. Right now, I'm no better than a toddler trying to handle a bike." “Neither are mine,” he said dryly. “Yet here I am.” I shook my head. “Even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be enough. It would even cost more than we're willing to give. I don't even know if I have it in me anymore. I've gotten old."