Pampered By The Ruthless Biker King

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ck's stare before I even opened my eyes. He was sitting i

ght, faded band tee onto the bed. "Put these o

bric and pulled on the rough cotton. It felt like she

ck. He navigated the pristine, tree-lined streets of my adoptive pa

grew up in a place with manicured lawns," Tack mu

here.," I replied, s

nce. I took a deep breath, shoved the door op

scowl, but the moment she saw Tack's towering, tattoo

hissed, her voice trembling. "H

s," I said, pushing pa

the hardwood floors. He looked around the sterile, overl

halfway down, her eyes widening at the sight of Tack. "Sloane? You actually c

rowing my few possessions inside. A few books, some plain clothes, and the only

ck leaned against the doorframe, crossing hi

ing with fake pity. "I hear those biker gangs just pass women aroun

made a mistake, Sloane, but at least he's respecta

l bag and turned to face them. I saw the smug sati

side against his solid chest. I looked up at him with a sickenin

pulling me flush against him, and pressed a hard kiss to my temple. "They're jus

ubrey like a physical blow

ur walked up the steps, loosening his tie. W

owed, puffing out his chest. "We raised you, fed y

dropped ten degrees. "Watch your mouth, old man. S

ack's sheer size, but his greed kept him

ice laced with pure venom. "Ar

face. His eyes darted nervously, panic setting in. H

bag. "We're

creamed from the landing, "Don't ever

't loo

ately. He turned his head, his blue eyes piercing through my de

hell of a lot of