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His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Biker Boss

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1061    |    Released on: 24/09/2026

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er jacket as I pushed the bike past se

held its position twenty yards behind me, its headlights switched completely off, running purely on infrared m

cutting into an unlit industrial acces

ishtailed, but I caught the slide with a hard snap of the throttle, righting

heavy tires squeale

with precision before ac

hipped the bike around in a tight one-eighty slid

ner. I dropped the kickstand, killed the engine, and pulled the tactical fo

nto the gravel lot and

r was pitch black. No one got out. No words were spoken. The heavy diesel eng

, the cold metal of the knife biting into m

into reverse, swung around with effortless

slid the blade back into my boot

ee, fried onions, and c

se-stained canvas jacket, a stack of computerized

t looking up, pushing a mug of steami

aid, sliding into the booth and stripping off

the top clip

n our private holding tanks," Declan said, a savage grin breaking across his scarred face. "The ATF froze all interstate shipments an hou

e ceramic. "Keep the valves closed. Nobody gets a single gallon

s P

f the Salinas Clubhouse, the pani

the cold fireplace, her manicured nail

r at me. "Get on your knees if you have to! Without that commercial line of cred

iner, my face buried in my hands,

with humiliation. "Did you see her eyes down there?

my knee, her soft hands gently stroking my forearms.

is to protect the club. Cinnamon is just hurt because of me. She's a woman; she wants to know you st

, helpless face. My chest puffed up w

I stood up. "She's just throwing a tantrum. I

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my private mechanical works

p hanging over my steel workbench. I had a precision four-barrel carb

BAM

nst the corrugated steel

ice echoed from the alley, muffled b

ss jet down, picked up a clean lint-free rag,

grew louder,

you're in there! S

heavy steel bolt. I pulled the door open just wide enough

is forehead, his leather cut soaked through. When he s

ual tone as he took a step forward. "Look, things got out of

t move

e cutting through the freezing air like brok

s jaw twitching violently as his temper fl

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His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Biker Boss
His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Biker Boss
“For years, I was the mechanic keeping the Salinas motorcycle club running, and the loyal wife to its heir, Chas. But right after I dragged myself out of a three-day fever, Chas paraded into the clubhouse with Kristina-a manipulative blonde playing the innocent victim. He proudly announced she was getting the "Honorary Medic" patch, an open slap to my face in front of the entire chapter. "Drop the sour look, Cinnamon," Chas barked. "She earned her place." His mother and spoiled sister immediately backed him up, demanding I hand over my private shop's debit card to pay $4,500 for Kristina's celebration and another $80,000 for custom riding leathers. They treated me like a bottomless ATM, sneering at my grease-stained hands while draining my accounts. His sister even had the nerve to mock my dead mother-the same mother who died because Chas stole her chemo money to pay off his illegal gambling debts. They actually thought I would just swallow the disrespect and keep funding their pathetic, entitled lives. Instead, I dropped the club's master keys on the bar and filed a formal property severance with the mother charter. I cut off every automated transfer, blocked their fuel accounts, and partnered with the most feared rival President on the West Coast. With the worst arctic freeze in thirty years about to hit, I bought up every drop of winterized diesel in the state. Let's see how long their fake saint keeps them warm.”