Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex

Austi

he speakers letting out a high-pitched screech

back into its sheath and lunged toward the raised platf

my wrist. "You're just a mechanic who inherited a few ga

jacket with my left hand. The screen glowed in the dim light, disp

rcus?" I spoke directl

ce of my chief logistics dispatcher boomed

running into Harrington territory. Freeze the parts shipments, lock down the fu

eplied, and the c

echoed from the industrial highway beyond the clubhouse walls. Ten semi-trucks, loaded with hi

s, his chest heaving as his arro

darting toward the shaking windows. "Those rigs

my silver skull ring. "Those rigs belong to the Austin estate. My father built

the club's logistics scrambled for their phones. Withi

d, staring in horror at his screen. "The parts vendor canceled our credit li

slamming into a barstool and sending hea

cracked with raw panic. "Without the Harrington patch protecting y

ou can't even cover your bar tab without my trust fund.

the dirt clinging to her tight dress, and threw

" she sobbed, burying her face into his chest. "It's

I said, hitting play on a sec

instantly cra

manding: "Give me two vials of the border sedative. The kind that leaves no

ording

body went completely rigid in Calhoun's arms, he

in confusion and doubt, but his desperate need

rip on Bernadette. "You manufactured a recording to

" I shrugged, pocketing the phone. "The point remains:

ble exit doors. The patched members in my path instinctivel

ron handle of the front door, a dea

striking the wooden floorboards resonat

ur groun

, turnin

anine stairs was Hubbard Gardne

e fury. The burn scars stretching from his left ear to his

," I sai

ur colors, cut our throat, and simply stroll out the front door?"

looking at his father like a beaten dog looking for a master

dn't even

houn's cheek with enough force to spin the younger man around.

rd growled. "Can't eve

and stopped five paces from me, his ma

ble. "I'll give you one chance. Pick up that patch from the flo

ft hand and snap

d forward, racking the slides of their shotguns and semi-automatic pistol

zen gun barrels, I

ket of my leather jacket and pulled o

ut clear and steady. "Are you really going to force me to sign this f

e. The color instantly dra

erlooking the entire floor, the faint

orward against the tinted glass, his razor-s