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A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

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"Rely on me? On what?" "Damon you nephew, so I want him and his ex fiancee to get back together because I like her a lot" I heard him said and my throat immediately went dried. Fiancée? What fiancée is he talking about? "And who's she?" "The popular and successful banker Ms. Nora Brown, she will be the perfect bride for Damon" Old Master Hawk announced, and my veins immediately popped out in anger. I fought the urge to control myself so I wouldn't lash out at him. But what the hell is even wrong with me? Why do I suddenly feel so angry and possessive?.

My emotional state must have been written all over my face, because instead of dragging me back to the clubhouse, he sighed and took a step closer. "Come on," he said, softer this time. "Get on." Without another word, I climbed onto the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around his solid frame. We rode in silence, the cool night air whipping past us. He didn't head back towards the clubhouse. Instead, he took a different route, one that led us to a small, nondescript motel on the outskirts of town. We pulled up to the motel, and Death shut off the engine. He helped me off the bike, his grip firm but gentle. I followed him inside, the dim lights and musty smell of the place a stark contrast t

I kissed the sensitive skin there, sucking gently at first, then harder, determined to leave a mark deeper than the last one. She gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as I sucked harder, teeth grazing her skin. The hickey bloomed beautifully — dark red and possessive. I loved the way it looked on her. “Ezekiel…” she breathed, her voice shaky. I moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, then tugged her top up. She lifted her arms obediently, letting me pull it off. Her breasts were small and perfectly round, wrapped in a delicate leopard-print bra that made my mouth water. She looked so shy, cheeks flushed, arms instinctively moving to cover herself.

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

A slow, sexy grin slid across his lips, and he murmured, "Hey, gorgeous." With a step over to the bike, I slid behind him onto the seat. "Hey, good-lookin'," I returned easily. After I'd settled, Rook's cigarette-roughened voice floated over his shoulder. "Hope you don't have plans." "No. What's up?" I questioned, moving my leg a little, as shifting his own, he used the toe of his boot to place the bike back into gear. "I thought I'd take you to the clubhouse," he replied nonchalantly.

“For once, I’m not the pathetic one. People actually look at me now, not through me.” Blue’s eyes softened for a second, but only a second. “Because I love you, River and loving you means not cheering you on while you walk into a damn lion’s den with a smile.” Tears burned the back of my throat. “He’s not like that.” “Oh, come on,” she scoffed, throwing her hands up. “The biker leader of SGBC? The one who burned down a rival bar because someone insulted his crew? That guy? You think he’s gonna buy you flowers and walk you to brunch?”