《Claimed By The Biker King》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

JarekThe door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t move. Just stood there in the hallway like a man walking away from a war zone—unsure if the ringing in his ears meant he won or if he was bleeding out somewhere he couldn’t see.She told me everything.And I couldn’t stop hearing it.Luke fucking Jones.The junkie coward who latched onto her after her brother died. Who used his patch and his last name like weapons—claiming Sable in public, beating her in private. Making her run his drugs, making her lie for him, making her smaller.Then fucking around with other girls like she was just a pawn he couldn’t even bother hiding.He never married her. But he sure as hell tried to own her.My knuckles cracked as I walked the compound’s back hall, boots heavy against tile. It was early—shift change for the guys on night patrol—but even the hardasses on rotation knew better than to stop me right now. One look at my face and they stepped aside.She wasn’t his.Not legally. Not spiritually. Not

SableMarcus didn’t wait until noon or ease us in with a tour.He walked in right after breakfast, looked at the three of us standing near the back lot—me, Nixx, and Smitty—and pointed to the picnic table under the awning.“Sit your asses down.”We obeyed, though the tension was thick enough to cut with a blade. Nixx stretched out like he owned the place. Smitty leaned back with his arms crossed, smirking. I stayed quiet, eyes sharp.Marcus dropped a thick manila envelope on the table. “Today is November seventh. You’ve got until New Year’s Eve to make this work.”“Make what work?” Smitty asked, brow raised.Marcus tapped the envelope. “Your fundraiser.”Nixx groaned. “You gotta be shitting me. We’re not here to sell cookies.”“You’re here to prove you’re worth more than free labor,” Marcus snapped. “And the club wants more than muscle this time. You want in? You show me you can plan, execute, and deliver. That means coordinating an event that raises money and earns goodwill. From idea

SableThat man was infuriating.Who the fuck did he think he was?Like just because every other woman dropped to her knees and slobbered all over him, I would too? Please. He could go bark up a different tree. One with lower standards and no self-respect.I wasn’t some broken little groupie desperate to be noticed. I didn’t want his scraps. I didn’t want his attention. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to compete with the next willing mouth just to stay on his radar.Let him make that call.Let him chase Tori or Tanya or Tiffany or whoever-the-fuck was willing to suck him dry for another chance at a warm bed and bragging rights. I didn’t care.…Except I did.Not because I wanted him.Because I hated the game. I hated that he knew exactly how to get under my skin and twist. That he could make me feel something—heat, rage, ache—and then walk away like he hadn’t lit the whole damn matchbook.Fine, I told myself, storming into the kitchen and yanking open the fridge. If he wanted me gone, if

LukeThe ride out wasn’t about the bar.It wasn’t about Hannah.It wasn’t even about Sable.It was about optics.An hour on the road gives a man time to think. Gives him time to rehearse what he’s going to say. How he’s going to say it. How much pride he’s willing to swallow before it turns into poison.Thirty grand.Half paid. Half expected.Now Gino’s calling like we’re amateurs.Like I don’t run this territory with a steady hand.That’s what this was about.Respect.Brian rode quiet beside me. He always did when he knew I was thinking too hard. The man had a way of letting silence do the heavy lifting.We didn’t rev engines when we hit the next town.Didn’t peacock. Didn’t posture. You don’t need noise when your patch speaks loud enough.The Black Daggers’ compound came into view, and I felt it immediately — that territorial hum. The kind that says you’re being watched before you see the eyes.Bikes lined up like soldiers. Men leaning against brick. Smoke in the air.We rolled in sl

JarekBy the time Sable walked out of the bar, my patience was already hanging by a thread.Luke Jones stepping foot inside my clubhouse wasn’t just a coincidence. It wasn’t curiosity either. Men like Luke didn’t wander into other clubs’ territory just to ask polite questions and leave.They came to test the ground.They came to see who would push back.Which meant this wasn’t over.Not even close.I pushed away from the bar and headed toward the back hallway. Marcus looked up from the pool table as I passed him, immediately catching the look on my face.He knew that look.“Meet me in church in ten minutes,” I said without slowing.He didn’t ask questions. Marcus never did when my tone sounded like that. He simply nodded once and went back to his game.Good.Because if anyone in the room understood when things were about to get serious, it was him.I reached the booth and grabbed Kandy by the wrist.“Come on.”She perked up immediately, sliding out of the seat with a satisfied little s