Page 8 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

Vince watched me over the rim of his glass, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I promise you, Sybil, this will be worth your while.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? It’s Psycho.”

“Not if you’re going to be my bride,” he remarked.

I locked eyes with him, feeling the same burn as the whiskey in my belly. “You’d better be right, Vince. Because if you’re not, you’ll regret ever crossing paths with me.”

He smiled, a hint of challenge in his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Psycho.”

As we sat down to discuss the details of his proposal, I couldn't shake off the notion that I was stepping into a game I didn't fully grasp. But one thing was certain—I wasn’t about to let Vince get the upper hand.

Chapter 6

As I sat across from Vince, more than the whiskey warming my insides, I listened carefully as he went over a contract he wanted me to sign.

"Alright, Sybil. Here's the deal. This isn’t just about playing house. It’s about convincing everyone that you’re madly in love with me. We’re going to get married, have a big wedding, meet my family, and you need to move in here immediately."

I blinked, the enormity of his proposal hitting me like a freight train. "You're fucking kidding, right?"

Vince shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "I’m dead serious. My family is constantly watching. It is necessary for us to be convincing, and that means you living here, sleeping in my bed. We’ll have the staff coming daily, and they’ll report back if anything seems off."

"And what happens if we screw this up?"

Vince's eyes darkened. "We won't. Because if we do, it won’t just be us in trouble. They’ll come after the Hell on Heelz MC too. Your sisters will be at risk."

My protective instincts flaring up, I gritted my teeth. “What the hell are you saying?”

“The family wouldn’t take kindly to this deception."

“So, like your mom and dad are going to try to kill us if they find out?”

“No, not them. My cousins though. If they find out, I faked a marriage to get the family fortune…”

“I don’t like putting my club in any danger.”

“I didn’t expect you to. But we need to make this work. You have to convince your sisters that this is real. That you went on that date and fell head over heels for me."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered, taking another sip of my whiskey. "They know me too well. They’ll see right through that."

"Then you better become a damn good actress," he declared, his tone firm. "We’ll have a big wedding, and you’ll need to meet my family. They’re... something else. But as long as you play your part, they won’t suspect a thing."

As I swallowed hard. "And my job? I work at Mather’s Fern Farm. I can’t just disappear from there without a trace."

"You’ll quit," he said simply. "Tell them you found the love of your life and you’re moving away. You need to pretend you don’t have a job anymore. You’re a full-time bride to be now."

I groaned inwardly, the thought of leaving Mather’s twisting my gut. "You’re asking a lot, Vince. My whole life will change because of this."

"I know," he said softly, reaching out to touch my hand.

Taking my hand away, I saw I was still wearing his huge ring. Even if I walked away, I wouldn’t give it up. It had to be worth a small fortune itself.

"You’ll be taken care of. Money won’t be an issue. Just play your part, and everything will be fine."

“And what about you? You expect me to live here, sleep in your bed, and what? What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I won’t even be here a lot.”

“You’ll be gone most of the time?"

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