The Biker's Rules
For me.
“I’m much better at it now, promise,” I say truthfully, shoving another absurd spoonful into my mouth, tasting the strange, perfect chaos of chocolate, peanut butter, jam, and brine.
“Well, just don’t bring that near me — it stinks.” Her nose wrinkles again. I laugh, chocolate smeared on my fingers.
Then my phone beeps. I freeze. Maybe it’s Damion. I miss him already.
But no.
D Stalker: Soon you will be mine and the biker will be dead #TimeIsTicking