Page 87 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
Her fingers closed around the key, and the look she gave me said she heard everything I wasn’t saying.
This was more than just a key. It was trust. Access. A future neither of us could resist.
That was the moment I realised there was no going back. Not from her. Not from us. And for the first time in my life, that thought didn’t feel like a trap.
The knowledge of what was coming settled over us as I grabbed my jacket from the back of the couch. Eden’s eyes followed my movements, worry etched into every line of her face. My mum wasn’t much better. She knew exactly what this meant. What was about to go down.
“I have to go.”
Eden nodded, but her fingers twisted together in that way they did when she was trying to hold herself together.
My mum’s voice cut into the moment. “Be careful, Jake.” There was fear in her eyes. She’d seen too many men lost to club violence over the years. Sat with too many other mothers at funerals.
I met her gaze. “Always am.” It was a lie we both needed.
Eden was still rooted to the spot, trying to look strong while everything around her spun. I pulled her close, wrapping her in my arms, and breathing her in. That mix of shampoo and perfume was my drug now.
“Don’t worry about me, darlin’.” My voice was low, just for her. “I’ve done this enough times to know what I’m doing.”
She gripped my shirt, leaning into me. “I’m not sure that makes me feel any better. Knowing this is just the usual . . .”
I could hear just how hard she was trying to process it all.
My arm tightened around her, keeping her with me as I said something that needed to be said, hoping like fuck it didn’t make her run. “This is the life, sweetheart. It’s brutal at times, and I won’t sugarcoat it for you. If you wanna be with me, this is what you’re signing up for.”
She didn’t run, didn’t pull away, but the look in her eyes told me she was paying attention, listening to every word I said. “I’m figuring that out fast.”
“And?”
Her response was slow, measured, letting me know she wasn’t just giving me words or dismissing the harsh reality of what being with me involved. “And I’ll be here when you get back.”
Fuck.
My mouth was instantly on hers and I showed her just what she did to me. Just how she affected me and made me want to give myself to her.
When I pulled back, her eyes revealed her mixed emotions, but her chin was lifted in that stubborn way I couldn’t get enough of. She didn’t buckle. She simply let me go so I could take care of the shit I needed to before coming back home to her.
The clubhouse was packed when I arrived. King was already there, his presence consuming every inch of space like it always did when was in a room. He had that look in his eyes that said someone was about to die, and that he’d enjoy the fuck out of every second of it.
He was deep in conversation with Scott and Griff, continuing it for another few minutes before glancing up. His gaze swept the room and when he locked eyes on me, he came my way. “They touched your mum. You get first shot at this motherfucker today.”
I nodded, hungry for blood.
“Your uncle would be proud,” he continued, his words carrying weight because King wasn’t known for praise. “He knew what it meant to protect family, to defend the club.” His eyes bored into mine. “Make sure those Black Deeds cunts learn that lesson today.”
Family, loyalty, revenge. It all came into sharp focus. And yeah, Black Deeds had no fucking idea what was coming their way.
We spent the next hour planning every detail. King’s lethal efficiency was legendary—ruthless, methodical, and always one step ahead. By the time we finished, everyone knew their role, and the air thrummed with anticipation. With the promise of vengeance.
King was wrapping up when his phone rang. He stood at the front of the table, one hand still on the street maps we’d marked up with routes and targets. His eyes flicked to the screen, and he snatched the phone up immediately.
A beat passed while he listened to whoever it was.
Then another.
Blood was in the air, and everyone was ready to burn shit down, but it was like the room held its breath, tense, waiting for King.
Silence stretched as he took the call, his whole body rigid.
