Jilted Bride: Marrying The Biker King

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shock and fury, eyebrows bunched together in that pathetic way of his. "

ked it back, then swung my palm across his face - crack, shar

, and a red handprint bloome

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take, I was drunk..." The words tumbled out, tangled and desperate, each one squeezed t

ve is no different from a stray dog pissing on every corner it p

ee. He grunted and dropped to one knee, palms slapping

ng of yours makes me sick

ped thin. He looked up at me from the ground. "Let's

mmer. "You can't keep it in your pants, and your brain went along for the ride? Was

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g her pants down." I let out another laugh, one that even I could feel was hollow. "Don't ever touch me a

stretched my shadow long across the road, and I ste

p, heard him call my n

nd thin. Plans, futures, everything I'd been so sure of - gone

at vibrated through the asphalt. It wasn't a

oked

y-Davidson motorcycle slow

adorned with a coiled serpent and a crown. 'Serpents of Redempt

ndsome it was almost cruel. The faint light caught in

rpents. He'd been sitting at the front during my little pe

was a low growl, like s

ly up. Getting involved with a 1%

"That kid from the Iron Lizards did

ocking. They sounde

g toward the seat behind

ike making a deal with the devil. But m

leg over the bike and stood, towering over

me into his arms. A small gasp escaped my lips

solid warmth that smelled of leather and fai

e, then put his own helmet on my he

d, swinging back onto

y hands shot out, wrapping t

reaming past my ears. In the side mirror, I watched Jayso

k. Through the thick leather, I could feel the heat of hi

in that moment, abandoned by the world, I felt a strange, t