Pariah

Not His Old Lady Anymore

Lian Lian

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Romance Drama Mafia Badboy Female-Centered Dark Romance Biker Motorcycle Club

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"DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.

Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.

Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"

He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."

Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.

"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"

Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"

Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.

Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.

"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"

She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.

"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.

She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.

"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.

She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.

Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.

"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.

She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.

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