All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Chapter 181 - Chapter 185

ELARA'S POVThe warehouse was cold. The concrete sucked heat from my body through my thin clothes. I sat with my back against the pipe, my ankle chained, and watched Anastasia breathe. Her chest rose and fell in shallow jerks; it seemed she was catching a cold. I held her hand. It was ice."Ana," I whispered.She didn't move."Ana," I said louder. "Why did you come back?"Her breathing stopped. For a second, I thought she was dead. Then her head lifted. Her eyes found mine in the dark. They were hollow. But they were awake."I thought we escaped," I said. I remembered the fire. The heat on my back. Running back into the smoke for her, dragging her out, both of us coughing and thinking we would die. "I came back for you. In the fire. I came back. So why are you here? Did they find you? Did they catch you?"She shook her head. Slowly, like she was struggling to say something."I was not caught," she said.Her voice was quiet. But before she was more of a shadow, that never spoke more t

ELARA'S POVThe pain came first.A faint, distant throb in her left shoulder, like a heartbeat that was at the wrong part of her body. She opened her eyes to gray light filtering through the curtains. It seems like she was in Knox's room.She turned her head. The movement sent a sharper spike through her shoulder, but it was manageable. She lay still for a moment, letting the room settle around her. The bed was large, soft, smelling of lavender and him. Her hand rested on the pillow beside her, wrapped in white bandages that went halfway up her forearm. She flexed her fingers. They worked just fine.She smiled. Tiny was dead. She remembered the chain in her hand, the wet crunch of metal on bone, the screaming that had come from her own throat. She remembered Knox pulling her back, holding her, the warehouse burning. It was over. The man who had sold her brother, who had sold her, who had smiled while the world burned, was meat in a hole somewhere.She sat up. The room tilted around

ELARA'S POVI stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.My hands were shaking. I wiped them on my jeans, then on my shirt, then on my jeans again. Nothing helped. I looked at myself in the glass. My hair was down, brushed out, falling past my shoulders. I wore a simple blue dress Knox had bought me. It was soft. It had pockets that I liked.But I didn't look like me. I looked like a girl playing dress-up. A girl who was supposed to be happy and normal and whole.I wasn't whole. I was in pieces. I was glued, and tape and Knox's hands held me together at night when the bad dreams came.Knox had dropped me two blocks back. I'd asked him to. I didn't want him idling at the curb like a guard dog while I did this. I didn't want it to be about him, or the club, or the men who followed me everywhere now. For one hour, I wanted to be a girl meeting an old friend for coffee. That was all. That was everything.My phone buzzed.I picked it up. It was a text from Kathy. I could see her