Jilted Ex-Wife? The Biker's Queen Returns

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the suite directly oppos

ffocated the air between us. He stood there, his arm wrapped tightly around anothe

ried, a knot of pure disg

c edges of an old piston ring in my pocket-a grounding piece of my motorcycle club's garage. This morning, Brandon had kissed my cheek, his eyes brigh

handsome in a tailored suit, accompanied by a blonde woman with wide blue eyes a

lity with the sheen of ambition. "Her family has extensive connections in the leg

her diamond pendant to show off a prize she had cle

ures into a mask of absolute calm, and offered to have the hou

current, outrag

n rug, bringing myself firmly back to the present. I ke

y, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Brand

oss his face. He hated any remin

e gestured broadly around the opulent room. "Look around, Karyn. Who holds this family together? Without my career, without

gged gently on his sleeve. She bit her lower li

er voice trembling perfectly. She shot me a look, her blue eye

ng here, I just won't come around an

e embrace. He glared at me. "Nonsense, Ivey. This is my house, and you

ic performance, the

tuition bill for his prestigious law school, every custom-tailored suit he wore to impress wealthy clients,

ge, and the roaring engines of my crew had funded his arrogant courtro

in my pocket, the cold me

nd our bland routine to his exhausting caseload. I had actually pi

w prize, the truth was glaringly obvious

ering him a cold, knowin

tonight. Tomorrow, I would sever the financial lifeline. I looked forward to seeing just how effortle