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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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It was an hour past midnight when Rachel Shen came out of the operating room.

At this time, the hospital was very quiet. Summer had brought upon an intense heat, and the entire city was hot as a stove. Despite that, there was a particular chill at the hospital.

Rachel Shen looked over to the brightly lit emergency department. There, a familiar face caught her attention.

A tall man carrying a woman in his arms was briskly walking towards her. Closely behind them, another man followed.

There were already a couple of nurses behind them. Rachel Shen calmly but hurriedly walked towards the group.

The man had obviously seen Rachel Shen. Although his face was calm, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. "Rachel, please come and see her," he said, his voice low and cold. "She got drunk, and now she had a high fever."

Jack Fu rarely spoke in a quick and slightly panicked way. But Rachel Shen was used to the situations like this, and she still kept cool. "Take them to Room 108," Rachel Shen told the nurse beside her.

Immediately, the nurse led Jack Fu to a room on the left.

Jack Fu looked up at the sign and strode over.

At this time, the man who was walking behind Jack Fu came up to Rachel Shen. "Well, there's something you don't see every day," he said in a joking tone.

Rachel Shen didn't say anything as she followed Jack Fu into the room.

When Michael Du saw how Rachel Shen ignored him, he followed her with a sigh. 'Jeez. They're all pretentious and boring. How can Jack be around women like this?' Michael Du thought to himself. He stared at Rachel Shen. Even when she was facing backwards, it was easy to tell that she was beautiful. Despite the fact that she was wearing a loose doctor's gown, her figure swayed with immense appeal.

There was no doubt that she was full of allure. Her features were perfect, and her eyes were as clear as spring water. However, her lack of spiritual energy made people feel that she was dull all over. 'That woman is truly a pity!' Michael Du thought regretfully.

Upon arriving at the ward, Rachel Shen saw Jack Fu putting the woman onto the bed.

Two nurses silently stood by. Both of them seemed to be waiting for Rachel to arrive.

Rachel knew that Jack always had an intimidating air around him. This day was no exception, even though he was a bit disheveled at the moment.

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