Not Just His Old Lady

Author: Finley Steele

Chapter 1

Word Count: 881 | Released on: Today at 19:23

e valley, a familiar symphony that signals the return of the

dress, a nervous energy thrumming through me. The other members milling in the yard, m

he compound. He's at the front, his leather Cut bearing the Pre

ng smile freez

man, her cheap blonde hair whipping in the wi

s my

as other members notice. Whispers start to ripple through the crowd like a foul

turns and helps the strange woman off his bike. He does it with a gentleness I h

. Behind them, a chase car pulls up, and two small chi

There's no warmth in his gaze, only a hard, unyielding resolve. "Ch

maybe this isn't a good idea..." she whispers, her voice tremblin

locked on me. He doesn't need to explain. The pub

s. She's the club's self-proclaimed princess, spoiled and venomous. "Well, we

an whose name is tattooed over my heart, as he st

randy and her two children towards the main

line, and his familiar leather scent mixes with her ch

one, though his eyes are only on me. "Her husb

murmur through the club members. Duty. Loyalty.

er the club's protection now," Jasper conti

s public spectacle, bringing her back on his bike, is anothe

. As the President's Old Lady, my reaction sets the tone for the en

en as my heart feels like it's being shredded by gravel. "The clu

something-maybe relief, maybe disapp

ing else, something calculating, in her gaze. "Th

, peeks out from behind her legs, st

kind to me, approaches with a worried expression, but

past me, into the heart of the clu

me. He doesn't

shut behind them, leaving me standing alo

tear threatening to fall. I quickly brush

head bartender, comes to my side, her express

place where he disappeared with her. He didn't just

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Not Just His Old Lady

Finley Steele Romance

“I was the respected Old Lady of the Iron Legion MC, managing all their legitimate businesses from the shadows for six years. But when my President boyfriend, Jasper, returned from a deadly run, he brought a woman on the back of his bike-my seat. "She's under the club's permanent protection now," he declared in front of everyone, elevating the widow to a status right beside mine. He created two queens for one throne. When her son knocked a pot of boiling chili onto my arm, leaving me with agonizing second-degree burns, Jasper rushed to comfort the uninjured, crying boy instead. His grandmother even scolded me in front of the whole club. "It was an accident! No need to make such a fuss." Later that night, Jasper confessed he owed Brandy his life and sanity, choosing his trauma bond with her over my years of quiet devotion. I finally understood that in his ledger of debts and duties, my sacrifices didn't even register. I couldn't compete with a ghost, nor the woman who walked through hell with him. So, I dropped my claim necklace on the floor and handed the club's account keys to the usurper. What they didn't know was that the club's businesses were completely bankrupt, secretly kept afloat for years solely by my family's trust fund. I cut the financial tow line, leaving them a ticking bomb, and walked away to watch his kingdom burn.”