All Chapters of The Gentleman Biker: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

They are way too invested in this shit. According to them, I've been acting unlike myself ever since I brought her here, which I was surprised to recall had only been a few days ago. "So, like some love-sick puppy?" There was no inflection in my tone, so they looked at each other to see who knew which way the wind was blowing.Mace, the behemoth, huffed out a breath and took the reins from the other two, who seemed to have already run out of steam. "It's like this, we've all known each other for a long time, so we pretty much know each other's moods and such. Lately, it's been hard not to notice that you've changed a bit." I think he got nervous because of my stare because he looked at the other two for help."Since the fuck when are you a diplomat? Spit it out.""Fine, you're acting like a man who has feelings for someone of the opposite sex." I blinked my eyes a couple of times. "Examples." I wasn't about to just give in to their shit. Sure I was the one to open that door with my que

Why is he looking at me like that? When he'd started to walk out the door, I'd felt a slight tearing in the place around my heart and a pang of sadness that had no reason. Although I'd been dreading seeing him again after making a fool of myself the night before, a part of me longed for just the sight of him.I'm not sure what's going on with me if I'm just using this as an escape from the mess that is my life, but one minute I'm warning myself not to get too close, and the next, it's all I can think about. Something changed between us last night. I'm not sure what exactly, but there's been a shift, an almost electric current in the air around him and I when we're in the same vicinity.I could tell myself that it was my imagination or just wishful thinking; in fact, I'd started to believe it after not seeing him all day. I told myself that I'd read the situation wrong, that it wasn't interest I saw in his eyes when he had me pinned against the wall with his hand around my neck. I'd spe

I'm not sure how an important meet up that I'd traveled miles for deteriorated into little more than a gossip ring, and even hours later, I'm still not convinced that these men weren't pulling my leg with this shit, that it wasn't some kind of smokescreen to throw me off for whatever reason. What I do know is that it's the oddest damn experience of my life.In between laying out plans for the next few days, while Logan, Connor, and Law asked me questions about my relationship with Silla in a joking manner, Mancini was busy trying to recruit me; I was sure of it now because he didn't even try to hide it.His no-nonsense straight-shooting style left no doubt as to what he was after. And from everything he said, I got the idea that he'd run me and come up with more information than was readily available unless you had big enough scissors to cut through red tape. Just exactly who is this guy? According to my research, he's some bigshot entrepreneur that the FBI, Interpol, and every other a

I woke up in my borrowed bed and didn't know how I got there. The last thing I remember is Gabriel whispering me awake at the other place. Chantal was still fast asleep beside me, and I settled down onto the pillow to watch the light play against the window as I went over the night again in my head.There were so many questions. Like, why had we come back after only a few hours? Why had we gone there in the first place? And what did all of his have to do with Sam and Billy? I was beginning to think Chantal might be onto something, but what could it be?Surely, it's not the missing kids she talked about. Stuff like that only happens to people you don't know or on TV, right? Whatever the case, I'm pretty sure Gabriel isn't about to tell me. He hadn't mentioned anything on the drive there, and I hadn't asked because I wouldn't know where to start.It was enough that he hadn't brought up my embarrassing confession from the night before; in fact, we'd both acted like it never happened. Like

"Hey, Wolf boy, we're going over there to talk; it's a private convo, so don't use your canine senses to listen in." How does she have the nerve to talk to him like that? As quiet as he is, I get the feeling he's not one to be crossed. But when I looked at him, he was… is he blushing? It's hard to tell with his darker complexion, but I could swear his cheeks looked ruddy.Chantal dragged me to the other side of the yard, where we'd been enjoying the evening breeze under Wolf's watchful eye. I got the feeling he was supposed to be with the others upstairs but was sticking close either of his own volition or because he'd been ordered to.Ever since she woke up this morning, Chantal has been playing detective, trying to figure out why we went where we did and why we came back the same night. I, of course, wasn't about to ask. "See what I told you?""No, actually, I don't." It's hard to keep up with her sometimes."About something going on around here. Who in their right mind would need al