Not Just His Old Lady

Chapter 7

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t I can feel his presence in the armchai

deafeningly loud. I know he's not asleep either. I

sk, my voice small in the darkness. I ne

going to answer. Then, he speaks, his voi

er softly. "You've saved theirs. That's the

deep. "It was a bad run. A deal with a rival charter

lt and horror he's been holding back. He describes the skirmish in b

llow. "I was out of ammo, cornered. Their Se

ene, my own fear a cold knot in my chest for the

ut of the way. Took the bullets meant fo

ck darkness, I can hear the

"And the whole time, Brandy was on the comm

lcome, washes over me. I imagine

ead. I just... shut down." He pauses. "It was Brandy who pulled me through. She was grieving, her whole wo

uty. It's a debt. A shared trauma that has b

ment, he turned to her. And she, in her

lse. A vast, insurmountable distance. He's not just protectin

f trying to convince himself as m

me?" I ask, my voice

Because there is no answer. In his ledger

to my chin, a flimsy shield against the col

gain. The silence that fa

ce a cold path to my pillow. It's a tear of mourning

first light of morning is filtering into the room. My hand is throbbi

umped against the back, finally asleep. He looks younger, more

hould be comforting, feels like a brand, marking me as his

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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.”