All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

 Brian“The fuck it worked.”The second Sable said it, I had to fight the urge to smile.She sat tied up in the back of the van looking exhausted, pissed off, and somehow still tougher than almost everybody standing around her. Blood streaked across her swollen knuckles while strands of blonde hair clung messily to her face, and despite the situation she still sounded mean enough to bite through steel.“I clocked her the second she walked into the club,” she continued flatly. “Then I took her out back and beat the absolute shit out of her.”Honestly?Good.Most of the club couldn’t stand Kandy. The fact Sable beat her ass badly enough to leave her bleeding behind the compound was probably the most useful thing Kandy had ever contributed.“Would’ve killed her too if my men hadn’t pulled me off her.”Luke laughed under his breat

 SableThe farther south we drove, the emptier the world became.The glow of Southtown disappeared behind us first, swallowed gradually by long stretches of dark highway and empty desert. Gas stations became sparse. Houses vanished entirely. Eventually the only things outside the van windows were old fences, scrub brush, and the occasional set of distant headlights cutting across the night miles away.The isolation settled heavily into my chest the longer we drove.Out here, nobody would hear you scream.Brian stayed tense behind the wheel the entire time. I noticed it in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his fingers kept tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles paled beneath the dashboard lights. Every few minutes his eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror before returning to the road again like he expected headlights to suddenly appear behind us at any second.Honestly, I hoped they wo

Brian“What do you want?”The question left my mouth steady, but every instinct in my body had already gone sharp.Gino didn’t answer right away. He stayed seated in the center of the barn with Kimberly draped across his lap like some kind of decoration, one hand moving lazily over her thigh while his attention remained locked on me. The men around the room had gone quiet, which told me they knew something I didn’t.Or maybe they just knew Gino well enough to understand silence usually came before something ugly.Sable was still on her knees a few feet away from me, jaw tight, shoulders straight, looking furious instead of afraid. That almost made it worse. She had no idea what he was about to ask, but I could feel it coming like pressure gathering before a storm.Gino finally smiled.“I want proof.”My stomach sank.“Proof of what?”“Loyalty.” His fingers tapped once against Kimberly’s leg. “Luke’s dead. You killed him. That leaves a question hanging in the air, Brian. Did you kill h

 MarcusThe barn still echoed with gunfire by the time I stepped away from Jarek and Sable.Not constant anymore.Just scattered shots.The kind that meant the fight was ending and cleanup had started.Bodies littered the floor between overturned tables and shattered glass while the smell of blood and gunpowder hung thick enough in the air to taste. Somewhere behind me, Sable still sat curled against Jarek’s chest while he held her like letting go might kill them both.I’d never seen Prez look like that before.Not angry.Not furious.Broken.And honestly?That scared the shit out of me more than the gunfight had.I tore my attention away from them before I did something stupid like start killing every surviving motherfucker in the building one by one.“Clear the loft!” Bryce barked somewhere overhead.A couple Daggers answered him i

MarcusSable fell asleep before we made it back to the highway.One minute she was curled against my chest with her fingers tucked weakly into the front of my shirt, fighting to keep her eyes open like she thought sleep might somehow count as surrender. The next, her body finally gave up the battle her mind was too stubborn to admit she’d lost. Her breathing evened out against me, slow and shallow at first, then deeper as exhaustion pulled her under.I looked down at her for a long time.Her face was half-hidden beneath my jacket, blonde hair tangled across her cheek, lashes still damp from tears she’d tried not to shed. Even asleep, she looked like she was bracing for something, her brow faintly drawn and one hand still curled tightly in my shirt.I kept my arm around her waist and held her closer.The van hummed steadily beneath us while Brian drove in silence from the front. For a while, nobody said anything.There wasn’t much to say.The desert passed outside in darkness while th