The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 5

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ckup gave a long, triumphant blast of its horn before veering left at the county fork. I gav

toward the center

skeletons of abandoned silver min

. The deep, guttural thump of the exhaust echoed off the blackened

ground had burned f

in, heavy and thick. My boots crunched over shattered glass an

ire, the white-and-red outline of the Iron Ghosts emblem remained stubbornly vis

he rough brick. The stone was cold, but beneath my fi

ack, Dad," I whisp

ing behind my eyes, but I swallowed it down har

cket, thumbed the wheel, and watched the ye

ud to the empty desert. "They're going to pay for every drop of blood the

e the stillness. I pulled my phone out.

held the phone to my

ght now! She collapsed on the kitchen floor because of your stunt! We called Doc Sullivan, but the

rantic breath. I knew Judith

d, my voice calm, smooth, and

d you sa

a panic attack because her checkbook is empty. Second, if Doc Sullivan is ignoring

stretch until I heard Brandi

. The next time you see me, y

vigated to the settings, blocked the number permane

running my hand along the

e scraps of real men. The real power in this valley sat five miles so

stroke. I pulled onto the highway, tucked my chin against the

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The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Out Of Town Romance

“For five years, I was the quiet, obedient stray the Tucker family brought home after my father's motorcycle club was burned to the ground. I cooked their meals, managed their bills, and swallowed their insults. But tonight, in the crowded clubhouse, my boyfriend Beau pulled another woman against his chest. "From this night on, Farrah Hicks is my one and only Old Lady!" The room laughed, waiting for me to break down and cry. Beau's mother and sister smirked, thrilled to finally see me humiliated. Beau didn't even feel guilty. He expected me to slink to the basement and keep being their unpaid maid. He even patted my cheek, generously offering to let me be his secret baby mama while Farrah wore his patch. They thought I was just a fragile orphan who couldn't survive without their protection. They thought they had stripped me of everything, leaving me crawling on my knees while they secretly bled my dead father's legacy dry. They completely forgot whose daughter I was. They forgot my father taught me how to rebuild a transmission, how to shatter a man's jaw, and how to wait in the weeds. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I broke into their safe, took back the title to my father's legendary motorcycle, and demanded a formal severance from the club President. They wanted me to be a tame little pet. But I am going to rebuild the Iron Ghosts and make them pay for every drop of blood they spilled.”