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Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 717    |    Released on: Today at 16:05

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were trembling against mine. Her tears had almost made me lower my defenses. I

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was all a perfectly timed distraction. She knew her lover was coming to th

, destructive fury

hand wrapped around her delicate throat-not tight enough to choke her

panic flashing in her beautiful eyes. "You threw yourself at me just

ed, her hands grabbing my wrist. "It's not

y. "I gave you everything! My name, my protection, my fucking heart! And you

kie on my belt, my thumb hovering over the button. "I'm going to have the Enf

unged forward, her small hands snatching

e that back

button, her eyes lock

asn't the trembling tone of a spoiled girl.

"Listen to me carefully. I will never see that piece of trash. Tell the Enforcer to throw him in the

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he bed. She walked right up to me, ti

g slightly, revealing the raw emotion beneath her tough faca

instinct in my body was screaming to pull her into my ar

ere too deep. Trust in the Outlaw world

my fingers tangling in her soft hair. I pulled

, tasting the tears that had fallen on her lips, marking my territory with savage despe

ke heaven. She was

sping for air. Her lips were swollen, her

y thumb roughly wiping a tear from her cheek. "You want to be

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Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband
Reborn To Love My Outlaw Husband
“As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, the deafening gunshots faded, leaving only the ugly truth. My "best friend" Cherie had planted a GPS tracker in my jacket. "This way Blaze can always find you, darling." A few feet away stood Blaze, the man I thought I loved, embracing my cousin as they watched me bleed out with cold triumph. Just as my vision blurred, a motorcycle ripped through the chaos. It was Axel Beaumont, the ruthless MC President and the "monster" husband I had spent my life trying to escape. He charged into the hellfire to protect me, his bike exploding as he took the fatal hit. His large frame slammed onto the pavement, his normally cold eyes filled with desperate love as he used his last breath to whisper my name. I had spent years treating him like a prison, throwing tantrums and hating him, all for a punk who just wanted me dead. Because of my incredible stupidity, I threw away a diamond to chase after snakes, getting the only man who truly loved me killed. My soul sank into an endless abyss of agonizing regret and burning hatred. But then, I opened my eyes to the familiar scent of leather and engine oil. I was pristine and untouched, lying beside Axel a full year before that fatal firefight. This time, I will protect him with my life, and those who betrayed me will pay in blood.”