Rejected by My Fiancé, Chosen by the Biker King

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ng for the bone-shattering imp

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pen. The massive, matte-black front wheel of the lead

y of blacked-out bikes h

heir engines low, rumbling growls that vi

. He stood well over six feet, built like a mountain of pu

movement, he reached up

hiseled jawline shadowed with dark stubble, and h

tive, a piercing, lethal silver that

arazzi, who had been relentlessly pursuing me from

ispered, his voice trembli

ed in, lowering his camera in sheer terror.

nt shivers down the spine of ev

rcycle club empire; he held the city's e

Ethan Sullivan avoided

rrently bloc

nning suddenly evaporated, replace

the near-miss with death crashed into me all at once. My vision

hard asphalt, b

ound my waist, lifting me effortles

t like granite. A sudden jolt of electricity shot straig

oice was a deep, gravelly baritone

p, his scent washed over me, leather, woodsmoke,

ssed, but his grip only tight

wed, shifting from my f

my collarbone and the antique silve

me by my late mother, a silver crescent moon

e on his face shattered, replace

h knuckles brushed accidentally against the sensitive s

ound the pendant, lifting

nded. The casual tone was gone, r

r's," I stammered, my

felt like an eternity. The sexual tension between us turne

cklace, then back at

e clicking of camera shu

napping photos of the infamous Biker King holding the di

houlder at the reporters. The sheer domi

, Lucas turned back to me. Without a word, he lifted me

ed, instinctively wrapping my arms a

eather of his jacket, feeling t

ut of here," h

ck luxury SUV that had pulled

open. Lucas slid me onto the plush leather

hospital," Lucas ord

leaving the flashing cameras in th

to this dangerous, overwhelming man felt li

. I pulled it out, my eyes widening at

otos had already

eading like wildfire across

ophia Carter Spotted in the Arms of the B

Become Lucas Knig

reen changed to an inc

idn't answer. The call went to voicemail, and a barr

ell is the meanin

Do you have any idea what these rumo

mn phone! You are mak

ef. Ethan hadn't cared about breaking my heart, but the moment hi

me had completely backfired, replaced by a sc

ears," Lucas spoke up,

at him. He was watching m

whispered, turning my face away to h

gh," he repl

e private, underground parking gara

to open the door, but L

elt incredibly small. Lucas leaned forw

rned in full force, making my pulse

my jaw. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, wip

ending a spark of fir

ping briefly to the silver necklace against

ile touched the co

y found you,