All Chapters of The Gentleman Biker: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Starks met me on the way back inside. I made sure Silla was busy helping Chantal get ready to leave so there was no danger of her overhearing anything when I took him into the office and closed the door behind us. He looked rough, like he hadn’t slept in days which I imagine he hadn’t, not to mention the fact that he’d driven for hours through the night and into the early morning.His clothes still showed signs of the dirt and brush he’d waded through, but I doubt he even noticed. “I’m not going to ask. As long as he’s out of Silla’s life for good, we’re square.”“He’s out of life, period.”“Good, now what?” He sat back with a sigh and rubbed his hands roughly over his face.“Now I pick up the pieces and try to make sense of the last twenty years. I’ve got to tell you, I’m having a hard time with the idea of letting you take my daughter away when I’ve only just found her.”I studied him for a minute longer than was comfortable for him. “I was just beginning to like you; let’s keep it t

After crying herself out again, she fell asleep against my chest, which was a blessing because I was helpless against her tears, and I hated nothing more than feeling helpless and out of my depth. After putting her to bed, I went back to the others who were waiting for me in the office.They’d cleared away everything, but I still felt off leaving her in that room which kind of solidified my decision to leave this place as soon as possible instead of waiting the few days like I’d planned. “Sorry, boss, we dropped the ball.”“It’s not your fault Garret; I’m the one who turned off the cameras in that sector.”I did it to give her more privacy and to avoid feeling like I was spying on her, not to mention my men also had access to those cameras, and I hadn’t wanted anyone seeing her going in and out of our shared bedroom for whatever reason, and now this shit happened, and I have no solid proof, just a gut feeling about what really went down.“I’m taking her out of here today. There isn’t m

True to his word Lyon sent the information by the time I made it back inside. I was still not sure how he knew my plans since I had no recollection of sharing them with him, but it was too late to worry about that now. The others filed in behind me, “What’s going on, boss?” Mace dropped down in a chair while the others stood around waiting for a response.“Lyon has a job for us. Those bikes are for you guys; I guess we’ll be riding back together after all.” They exchanged looks but said nothing. No doubt they were wondering when I had lost my mind, something I, too, was wondering since I’m not in the habit of letting anyone tell me what to do.“So you’ve decided to work with him on the trafficking thing?”“Looks like he decided for me.” I had to rewire my thinking at this point, but I welcomed the distraction from my growing anger. My issue now was taking her along, but I’m one hundred percent certain that if there was any imminent danger, that man would never have suggested what he di

After her afternoon of tears, I thought of a way to cheer her up, something I should’ve done anyway because she was leaving her home, and even as messed up as her life here had been, I figured she had to have some fond memories of the place at least.I sometimes forget that I myself was born here and had spent my more formative years here before moving to NYC. I can’t help but try to imagine how my life would’ve turned out had I not left. How different would I be now? Would I have followed in my dad’s footsteps and become a biker?It seems to be in the blood because outside of my work and now her, riding has always been one of my greatest passions. Whenever I got the chance after a job was done, I’d spend a few days just riding to clear my head. I’d escape to my favorite place on the Island, a manmade nature trail someone had created back in the seventies as a safe place for bikers, surrounded by trees and foliage and well off the beaten path.But I’d never had the urge to form a chapt

“Catalina, I suppose!” The others had left to get things ready for the road, and I was left sitting in the office, still trying to make sense of these latest revelations. Either Lyon was a very good liar, or he really had no idea what his daughter was up to. I didn’t get the sense that he cared enough about what anyone else thinks to hide behind falsehoods, but the alternative is too preposterous to believe.I’m supposed to accept that a ten-year-old child has the mental capacity to put all these things together? Her assumption that there were underground tunnels along the Silk Road is more than enough to leave me questioning my own sanity, but this this is too close to home. I think the thing that’s bothering me most is the slight inkling that she might be onto something.I, for one, never imagined that such a thing could be possible, and since I’ve never put much store in conspiracy theories, I never heard the rumblings of anything hinting at such a thing. Beyond that is the fact tha