His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

JAXSON.The first thing I felt was pain.A slow, crawling ache that spread through every inch of me. My shoulder throbbed like someone had driven a hammer into it, and my head was pounding hard enough to drown out everything else.There were voices — faint, far away, like they were speaking through water.“Sir, can you hear me? Raise a finger if you can hear me.”I tried. Nothing.Then I whispered, or maybe I only thought I did, “Tessa.”The sound of machines hummed somewhere close, steady, rhythmic, and alive. For a second, I wasn’t sure if that sound meant I was still alive too.When I finally managed to open my eyes, white light stabbed at me. The ceiling was blindingly bright. My vision blurred, then slowly sharpened until I saw doctors moving around me. Checking my pulse. Flashing a light into my eyes. Voices overlapping, controlled, professional, detached.One of them leaned over me. “How are you feeling?”I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. “Tessa…”That was all I could say. H

JAXSONRyder’s words hit me harder than the bullet ever did.“Dante betrayed Dad first.”The room went still. Like every sound got trapped in the air.I felt my heart stop. Actually, stop. For a second, nothing in my body remembered how to work.Ryder looked tense, angry, like the truth was poison stuck in his throat. Cole stood stiff beside him, jaw locked, eyes flicking between all of us. Nova gasped behind him, hand flying to her mouth.Then Ryder said it.“Dante had an affair with Aunt Remi.”Nova’s gasp cracked the room. “What!?”But I didn’t look at her. My head was already turning—slow, heavy, like my neck was made of iron.Tessa.She stood frozen, eyes wide, breath stuck in her chest. Fear covered her face so clearly that it made my stomach twist. Her hands were shaking. Her lips trembled. She wouldn’t look at me.That’s when I understood.They already told her.They told her the truth before I ever knew it. She looked so small. So lost. So terrified of what I might say, what

I didn’t know how long I stayed on the floor.When I finally opened my eyes, the sky outside had already turned dark. The air inside the house felt heavier, colder… like it had soaked up everything I cried out and decided to hold it forever. My body ached everywhere—my neck, my back, even my fingers felt stiff, as if they didn’t belong to me anymore. My head throbbed like I had been hit with something blunt, but there was no mark, no bruise, nothing to show how broken I felt.I forced my hand against the floor and pushed myself upright. It didn’t happen smoothly. My arms trembled, my knees wobbled, and for a moment it felt like gravity wanted me more than anything else did. I finally managed to sit up, but my chest tightened as the room slowly sharpened into focus.Silence.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that sounded like punishment. The kind that whispered, you deserved this.I dragged my fingers across my swollen eyes and felt crusts of dried tears. My throat was dry, burning like

TESSA.The first thing I felt was a weight, as if someone had placed a stone on my chest. Heavy, unmoving, sinking deeper with every breath I tried to take. Something beeping close to my ear dragged me back into my body. My eyelids felt glued shut, but I forced them open.A white ceiling. Too bright.For a moment I didn’t understand where I was or who I was supposed to be now. Then my vision steadied, and I saw the thin tube taped along my arm, the wires stuck to my skin, the monitor blinking beside me, my heartbeat tracing small trembling lines on the screen.A hospital.I blinked again, slowly, because even blinking felt like work. The air smelled like disinfectant, like something sharp and distant. My throat was dry, my lips cracked. When I inhaled, my lungs felt tight, like they didn’t have enough room inside my chest anymore.The room was quiet. Too quiet. I looked around and realized I was alone.Just me.Just the machines keeping rhythm for a heart that didn’t seem to know what

Morning came too fast.I barely slept. My mind kept replaying everything, the inmate file, the name John Hunter, and every fucking thing about this case. When I finally sat up in bed, the room felt cold… or maybe that was just me.All I knew was that today mattered.If I left that prison without answers, then we were right back where we started—blind, confused, and depending on reports written a decade ago by someone who didn’t give a damn.By the time I got to the living room, Ryder was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Cole was leaning on the counter, arms folded tightly.“We ready?” I asked.Cole nodded.Ryder didn’t. He just grabbed his jacket and muttered, “Let’s get this over with.”The drive to the prison was the quiet kind that stretched nerves to the limit. The type where every thought could echo in your skull because nobody was talking. I stared at the road, but my mind kept drifting to Tessa.If this goes wrong… if we find nothing… what am I supposed to tell her? How am