The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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arrah Hicks is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane, you're s

e echoing over the roar of the victory party. He hauled the platinum

scarred wooden tables, and heavy boots stomped on the

y fingers curled so tightly around a Lone Star

behind their manicured hands. "Look at her," one whispered loudly, wanting me to hear. "

counter with a sharp, heavy thud. The sound

y voice deadly calm, carrying just enough ice to make t

st a few patched members and marched toward me

st secured the northern highway for this club. It was Farrah who fought side by side with me on the road. We have a bo

the vow of a lifetime you swore on your Cut five years ago? Or for spendi

ous fury. He leaned in close, dropping his voice int

in a highway shootout long ago. And your mother, your sister-in-law, even your newborn nephew-they were butchered without mercy by the Vultures in that sa

like a shotgun bl

s the deepest, most devastating wound in my soul. And now, the man I once loved unconditionally was ripping it open in front of a cheering

ively through Beau's. "He needs a real woman by his side, but I'm not a jealous bitch. I'm totally fin

nd the victorious sneer hiding behind her

er, watch yo

cowl. "Farrah is a heroine. With her around, my heart condition feels so m

month, when Judith was dying of a severe heart spasm, it was me who begged the und

warmth. "So let's make it official. I'm done being your free maid, and I'm done letting you bleed m

y timber exit doors open, and stormed out into the biting desert night

ard into a solid wall

me from falling. A sharp, overwhelming scent of dark tobacco,

lly voice rumbled above my head,

the heavy patch on his leather Cut-a unique insignia reserved strictly for the inner bloodline of the Redemption MC's National President. I just gently pul