His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

JAXSONTwo days.Two long, frustrating days since we walked out of that prison and confronted John. And in those two days, I’d done nothing but stare at my phone like some idiot, hoping—no, praying—that he would call.But he didn’t.Every hour that passed made the silence heavier. Ryder kept saying maybe John had changed his mind, maybe he never planned to talk in the first place. Cole tried to distract me with work at the clubhouse. None of it helped.My mind refused to stay still.Every time I sat down or closed my eyes, one face kept hitting me like a punch to the chest.Tessa.How she must be feeling.If she was eating.If she was still thinking about what happened.I knew she needed space. I knew showing up out of nowhere would make things worse. But the truth?I was restless as hell without seeing her. Restless and haunted by the way she broke down that day.I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel still on my shoulders, water dripping down my neck. My phone vibrated on the ni

JAXSONI didn’t even remember the ride home.I knew I rode fast—too fast—but the whole time my head was somewhere else, replaying John’s voice, that shaky breath, that desperate whisper asking me for something I had no idea how to give.By the time I pulled into the compound, my brain felt like it had been squeezed dry. I parked the bike, killed the engine, and just sat there for a second with my hands still gripping the handlebars like I was bracing for impact.Inside, the place was quiet.Too quiet for a Friday.I stepped in, shrugging off my jacket, and stopped when I saw Ryder sitting on the couch. One arm thrown over the backrest, the other holding a glass of whiskey. His eyes flicked up to me slowly, like he’d been waiting.“Went somewhere?” he asked.No greeting. No ‘hey’. Just straight to it.Typical Ryder.I didn’t answer right away. My throat felt tight, my mind still tangled. I walked over, grabbed the bottle from the table, poured myself a full glass, and swallowed the who

JAXSON.The ride to the prison felt shorter than it really was, maybe because my head wouldn’t stop spinning.When we pulled up at the prison gates, I let out a slow breath and rubbed my palms against my jeans. My hands were restless. My whole body felt weird. One step closer. That was all I kept repeating to myself.We got out of the car and walked through the security checkpoint. Officers walked past us with blank expressions, and for a moment I wondered how many stories they had tucked away behind their eyes, how many truths they had heard and ignored.We were taken to the visiting room, and as soon as I stepped inside, I saw John.He was already seated at one of the tables, two officers standing behind him. His hands were cuffed. His shoulders looked tense. But when he saw us, his eyes flicked up—lighting for half a second with something that looked like hope before he forced himself back into that guarded expression he always wore.We sat across from him. The metal chair screeche

JAXSONThe road blurred past the window, nothing but streaks of grey and dark green. Ryder pushed the car fast, fast enough to make the engine growl, fast enough that a normal person would’ve told him to slow the hell down.None of us spoke.The silence inside the car wasn’t calm. It was sharp and tight. Every second felt like something was pressing on the inside of my skull, like my thoughts were vibrating too loudly to stay contained.Ryder’s jaw was locked as he stared ahead.Cole kept cracking the knuckles of his left hand.Me?I kept replaying John’s confession in my head.Logan.The Red Fangs.The hit on Dante.My mind drifted again to Tessa. Even though I tried to stop it. Even though I tried to stay focused on Logan and what was coming. I couldn’t help it. My chest felt heavy with the thought of her, with the silence she’d wrapped herself in for days straight.I didn’t like it.I hated every second of not knowing if she was okay.And then—My phone vibrated.The buzz cut throu

The room stayed painfully quiet after I broke down in tears. It was the type of silence that pressed down on my lungs, heavy and suffocating, like the universe was waiting to see if I would break again.Ryder was the first to speak. His voice was low, careful, almost afraid of the answer.“So… how was your mother the killer? Because we found out it was Logan—Damien’s uncle. So…?”His words scratched at my raw chest. I wiped my face with shaky fingers, trying to breathe through the tightening in my ribs.“We came across Damien at the hospital,” I whispered. Even saying Damien’s name made my stomach twist. “He… he recognized my mother when he saw us. She rushed to leave, like she was scared he’d open his mouth. I knew something was wrong after he said something about me not knowing who my mother really was.”The memory played in my head, as if it refused to let me rest.My mother’s eyes widening. Her hands shaking. The way she couldn’t even look at me.I swallowed hard and continued.“A