Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
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Another calculated move to break me.
I don’t answer. The less fuel I give him, the less he has to work with. But he keeps going, undeterred.
“Oh, baby King’s gone all quiet,” he jeers, his tone dripping with condescension. My fists clench, the knuckles turning white. I start counting in my head, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Word is,” he continues, leaning back against the wall like he owns the place, “Don planned everything. Sure, he didn’t expect to die, but for once, our club won over yours.” He laughs, the sound sharp and deliberate.