The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress

Chapter 7

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was trapped. If the Coalition High Table saw these Guild-notarized loans, his status as a self-made out

ke it might snap. Then, a dark, treacherous, and i

cument and the top ledger page from the desk. "A Guild loan is only enforceable on the state highway if it carries a Coalition Enforcer's

d ripped it straight down the middle. With a rabid, frantic energy, he shredded

so!" Daryl roared, his veins bulging in his neck. He smashed his

forcers surged into the room, armed with heavy iron chains, steel bats,

first rider who lunged at her. The man went down screaming. I ducked under a wildly swinging tire iron, drove my elbow brutal

-back, a whirlwind of steel and fists. But the office wa

eath knocked out of her, and dropped to one knee. I spun to cover her, but a heavy wrench crashed down onto

of us. Rough, callused hands pinned our arms painfully

but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the raw, calculating, murdero

red throat as he stepped around the desk. "Lock them in her p

h the crowded, staring bar, and across the compound to my workshop. They threw us inside. The heavy steel blast door slammed sh

a ran out from the back office, gasping a

y at the locked door. "Dammit, Jerrica. He tore up the con

lder to test the joint. A cold, deeply pre

iginal, notarized copy of the contract

r anger pausing as

ng up the secondary servers. "If we stayed in the clubhouse, we'd eventually be fi

f the bay. "They didn't lock us in a prison,

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“For four years, I secretly poured my family's trust fund into the Schwartz MC, acting as the President's Old Lady and the club's private ATM. But when Daryl returned from his cross-state run, he didn't come back alone. He brought home a blonde mistress and a four-year-old boy with his exact same gray eyes. "She gave me an heir. From today on, she is the official Old Lady of this chapter." He expected me to step down to a shared club girl, demanding I stay in the grease pit to tune their bikes and pay their bills. When I cut off their vendor accounts and demanded my millions back, his family showed their true, parasitic colors. Daryl and his mother locked me inside my own heavily reinforced workshop. Through the ventilation shaft, I heard them plotting their sickening next move. They couldn't kill me because they needed my wealth and my engine patents to survive on the highway. Instead, they planned to slip tranquilizers into my water, force Daryl on me, and get me pregnant so I would be legally tied to him forever. "A woman with a baby never walks away," his mother sneered. They thought locking me in the dark would break my spirit and turn me into their obedient slave. But they had no idea they had locked me inside a fully stocked chemical armory. I grabbed the high-grade racing oxidizers and industrial solvents from my workbench. They wanted a private party tonight, so I was going to make sure they never forgot the fire.”