Tristan Parker Bull Rider Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trista’s POV The world fell out from under me. I knew right away that something was VERY wrong. Parker was running, as best he could, with Belle in his arms. Her arms and legs dangled lifelessly. Billy was ahead of them, crying for someone to help. I tore through the grass towards them, followed by several other pack members. “I’m so sorry,” Parker choked out. His face was wet with tears. “What happened?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Balor, take the rams in on the next swing.” Tristan nodded once, having shifted back out of his wolf form, already moving, already emptying a magazine to cut a path. He only wore a pair of pants that he had scurried to get on after shifting. The world around him cooperated in the way it does for men who’ve bled to earn that obedience. Draven clapped, slow, mocking. “Such coordination. Such trust.”

He leaned over and sat in front of me. His eyes were boring holes into my own eyes, " you're a bully Reece and bullies don't care about their victims, they don't even care if they are already hurt they just keep hurting them" I said with little confidence. Something flashed in his eyes and his face grew blank and he was silent.

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

My heart was beating fast and I could see Gina's legs shaking even as she stood in front of me. They approached us and as they were about to jump on us as all hope seemed lost, a figure burst into the scene, kicking the lead terrorist with precision and skill. The man flew across the hallway, crashing into the wall. As we looked up in shock, I saw a familiar face. It was Miss Eleanor's brother, Travis Rider. He stood tall, his eyes blazing with determination, his fists clenched and ready for action as he punched one, two and three ruthlessly. His emerald green eyes glowing like a premordial beast.

"I needed you to prove your foolishness to your pack, Tristan. I needed you to show Sara exactly what kind of 'hero' you really are on that camera of yours. You've shown your hand. Now... I'll show mine." The pendulum swung with brutal, bone-shattering force. Suddenly, I was the one being hunted in my own courtyard. He moved like lightning, his strikes landing with the force of a falling mountain. My vision blurred; my ribs screamed as they shattered under his relentless assault. I was losing. In my own territory, in front of my own pack, and on a global live-stream, I was being systematically dismantled.

One was an old, timid driver, who was obviously doing this job to provide for his family, or he was forced into it because of some unsettled deal with Bishop. Either way, he looked like he had no option but to work for bishop. While the other man was definitely an escort, also one of Bishop’s men. Stern face with red teddy beards. “You know the drill.” I said to Grim just as the truck got closer to where we hid. I put on a black mask to cover my nose and mouth. Grim nodded, putting on a mask too. He tucked his favorite red pistol between his belt as he covered it up with his leather jacket.