Pampered By The Ruthless Biker King

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ey clung to Sterling's arm, her face a mask of fake sympathy maski

to think I was crushed. The deeper they dug this grave for

were still snapping pictures of the spectacle. "Handle them," she ordered

I took a tiny step backward, my bare ba

voice barely audible over the sh

es were sharp, calculating the angl

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round and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. I let out a star

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r seat of his Harley, his hand flashing to the small of his back. In a blur of motion, he pulled out

center at the lead guard's chest, his e

ating from him-and the lethal weapon in his hand-made the trained guard

d kicked the starter. The engine roared to life. He dumped the clutch, and w

hair. Once we hit the highway, I reached under th

you doing?" Tack ye

ng news," I yelled back, a genuine,

erling-just received an anonymous link. The thumbnail was crystal clear: Ster

meras in their favorite suite three days ago. I knew they would indu

he crushing weight of the last

ainst the wall, and lit a cigarette. He watched me pull my laptop from my

to a slaughter," I said, keeping my eyes locked on the screen

at the screen. "Sterling Kensington and your sister. A sex tape." He

urned to Tack, smiled at him, and said, "Woul

t and put it

agged. The imperial matriarch was gone; thi

ington, I'm just a heartbroken girl b

you leaked it. Name your price

on the six o'clock news." I

hat?" she

as staring at me, his e

e turning to ice. "You will announce that the engagement is off b

a laughingstock!"

investigation into Kensington Group's plummeting st

retched ov

e I've moved on, you will publicly state that I am now under th

is eyes flared with a