The Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 6

Word Count: 945 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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ring blank leather vests. As I rolled the Ghost through the entrance, both men snapped th

but they stared at the machine beneath

he main building's stone steps. I cut the ignition, kick

ed hardwood. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, headin

nolds, the club's Sergeant-at-Arms. He had silver in his beard, scars a

e manifest he was writing in. "You should

u," I said. "I need t

ooking at my grease-stained jacket, my wind-tang

Oz said flatly. "

ooden bench against the wall, reste

mbers walked past the bench, w

rd to the southern border tomorrow morning," on

d lately," the other replied. "Like he knows exactl

my mind. Shane Morrow was Elias's younger brother-a dangerous ghost I rarely saw. Whatever suicidal wa

ked through the corridor, throwing sideways gl

d. "Heard she got dropped fo

ing back to beg," another

taught me that patience in enemy territo

y door swung open, and Oz gave me a short

spacious office, and let t

tion MC looked older than his fifty years. His dark eyes were as cold and sharp as twin ba

gravelly rasp. "I hear you turned Jud

y," I answered, stopping three f

where." He paused, studying my face with surgical precision. "Beau made a formal announcement last night. Farrah Hicks wears his property patc

clear, but it didn'

cutting through the smoky room with absolute clarity. "Beau

lightly. "Then why are you s

ully released through an official ruling from the President's chair. Beau thinks he can keep me on a leash-keep me in the

d, planting my boot fi

want my name struck from the Tucker registry, and I wan

om stretched until the ticking of the gra

voice dropping lower. "No protection. No club backin

opening my own shop. An independent garage under the Iron Ghosts name. I do

't move. Then, a slow, terrifying

d. "You stubborn son of a bitch. You l

r drawer and pulled out a

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Out Of Town Romance

“"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...”