All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Iron Son President

“God, I’m so sick of this place,” Hazel muttered, wiping her greasy hands on her coveralls. She leaned against the toolbox and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face.Lena was under the hood of Mr. Henderson’s old Ford, laughing. “Tell me about it. Another day, another busted radiator in this dead-ass town.”Hazel glanced around the empty shop. It was almost closing time. No customers. Just the two of them.She lowered her voice even though nobody was around. “You know who came in yesterday? Jax. Again.”Lena poked her head up, eyebrows raised. “Reaper? The Iron Sons guy? Shit, Hazel.”“Yeah.” Hazel bit her lip, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. “He was wearing that tight black shirt. Arms all tatted up. I swear I almost dropped the wrench when he looked at me.”Lena snorted. “You’ve got it bad. He’s trouble. Like, actual dangerous trouble.”Hazel shrugged, her cheeks warming. She stepped closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I don’t care. If he ever decided to kidnap m

Sixty days with Reaper

Jax didn’t move right away. He kept Hazel pinned there against the wall, eyes locked on hers like the guy at the door wasn’t even a thing.“Handle it,” he called out, voice rough but steady. “Give me five.”The guy outside muttered something and walked off. Boots thumping down the hall.Hazel’s heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears. “Let go of me.”Jax tilted his head a little. “You done yelling yet?”“No. This is kidnapping. People go to prison for this shit, Jax.”He finally dropped her wrists but didn’t step back. She rubbed her arms, glaring up at him. He was bigger up close than she remembered from the shop—broad shoulders, ink crawling up his neck, that scar on his jaw she always wondered about.“You heard what I said outside,” he told her. “Sixty days. You’re mine till then. That means a few rules.”“Rules?” She scoffed and crossed her arms tight over her chest. “Fuck your rules. Take me home.”He ignored that and started ticking them off on his fingers like

Fantasy shit

Hazel stood there staring at the locked door like an idiot. The gunshot still rang in her ears. One shot. Sharp. Then more yelling, more bikes revving up like the whole place was about to explode.“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, pacing in a tight circle. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.She ran to the desk and yanked the drawers open. Papers, a half-empty pack of cigarettes, a knife. She grabbed the knife and held it tight. It felt stupid in her hand. What was she gonna do, stab a whole motorcycle club?Outside, the shouting got louder. Male voices. Angry. She couldn’t make out the words but it didn’t sound good. Then another engine roared and slowly everything got quieter. Too quiet.Hazel pressed her ear to the door again. Nothing.She thought about opening it. Just cracking it a little. But Jax’s words kept playing in her head: Don’t open it for anybody but me.“Fuck him,” she muttered. Still, she didn’t touch the lock.Minutes dragged by. Ten. Maybe fifteen. She sat on the edge

Waiting game

The bikes roared out of the compound like thunder. Hazel stood in the middle of the room long after the sound faded, still wearing that stupid PROPERTY OF REAPER vest. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The blonde from earlier sauntered over, drink in hand. “Well damn. Looks like you’re stuck with us for a bit, new girl.”Hazel didn’t answer. She just stared at the door like it might magically bring Lena back.“Name’s Tiffany,” the blonde said. She took a sip and looked Hazel up and down. “You really got two clubs fighting over your ass already? Must be some magic pussy.”“Shut the fuck up,” Hazel muttered.Tiffany laughed. “Feisty. Cute. But you better watch that mouth around here. Some of these girls been waiting years for Reaper to claim somebody. And then he drags in a greasy little mechanic who don’t even want him? Bad look.”Another woman, older with dark hair, leaned against the bar. “Leave her alone, Tiff. Girl looks like she’s about to puke.”Hazel finally moved. She walked ove

Blood at the mill

Hazel’s foot froze mid-step. The old mill loomed behind King like a rotting skeleton, moonlight slicing through broken windows. Twenty-plus Vipers had guns trained on them. The air smelled of rust, river water, and gun oil.Jax’s hand clamped down on her shoulder like a vise, yanking her back against his chest. “Stay fucking put,” he growled into her ear, low enough for only her to hear.King’s smile widened, all teeth and menace. He was taller than she expected, lean muscle wrapped in a scarred leather cut, a snake tattoo curling up his neck. His eyes dragged over her like he was already imagining peeling her out of the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest.Tyler stood beside King, that nervous twitch gone, replaced by a smug little grin that made Hazel want to vomit.“Tyler?” Jax’s voice was ice. “You got something to say, prospect?”“Had to pick a side, Reaper,” Tyler shrugged. “King pays better. And he don’t make me scrub floors and kiss his ass for two years.”Dagger shifted beside them, blee

Aftermath

The compound smelled like blood, gunpowder, and burnt rubber. Hazel couldn’t stop shaking even after they carried Lena into the back room they called “the doc’s office”—a converted storage room with a steel table, harsh fluorescent lights, and shelves of questionable medical supplies. Lena screamed when the doc poured alcohol over the gunshot wound. Hazel held her friend’s hand so tight their knuckles went white. “You’re okay,” Hazel whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna be okay.” Lena’s good eye snapped open, filled with pain and something uglier. “This is your fault,” she spat through gritted teeth. “Your stupid fucking fantasy. You got me kidnapped, beaten, and shot because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about wanting to be Reaper’s whore.” The words landed like punches. Hazel flin

Club vote

Jax stood at the head of the scarred oak table, arms crossed over his cut, the fresh stitches in his arm pulling tight under the leather. The room was thick with smoke and bad blood. Twelve patched members filled the chairs—every voting brother called in after the clusterfuck at the mill. Church was in session, and it already felt like a funeral. “Roach is dead,” Ranger growled from the far end, his jaw still bruised from the last time he’d pushed too far. “Two more brothers laid up. And for what? Some civilian mechanic Reaper snatched because she talked dirty in her garage?” A few heads nodded. Jax felt the shift in the room like a knife sliding between his ribs. Dagger leaned forward, elbows on the table. “She’s not just some civilian. Fixed half our bikes while we were out. Girl knows engines better than most prospects. She spotted Tyler acting shady

Uneasy alliance

Gunfire ripped through the compound like a thunderstorm that refused to end. Hazel clung to the back of Jax’s cut as he dragged her out of Church, his body a shield between her and the chaos. Bullets shattered windows. Men shouted orders. Somewhere near the front gates, another explosion boomed, shaking the walls. “Stay low!” Jax barked, shoving her behind an overturned table in the main room. He returned fire through a broken window, the muzzle flash lighting up the hard lines of his face. Hazel’s heart hammered against her ribs. She spotted the small knife still strapped to her ankle and gripped it tight. Not much, but it was something. The attack lasted twenty brutal minutes. Vipers on bikes screaming past the fences, laying down suppressing fire while others tried to breach the gate. The Iron Sons fought back hard. By the time the engines faded into the night, three more brothers were wounded

Wrong club

Hazel’s stomach dropped as Tiffany waved the small notepad like a trophy. The two patched members flanking her—Ranger and Stitch—stared at Hazel with hard, suspicious eyes. “Care to explain this, princess?” Tiffany asked sweetly. “Guard shifts. Fence weak points. Escape routes. Looks like someone’s still planning to run.” Hazel kept her face blank even though her pulse hammered in her throat. “Those aren’t mine.” Tiffany laughed. “Oh, honey. Your handwriting is all over it. Found it tucked in the garage toolbox you were using yesterday.” Ranger snatched the notepad from Tiffany and flipped through the pages. “This is serious shit, girl. You planning to sell us out to King after everything?” Before Hazel could defend herself, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Jax appeared, Dagger right be

I am your monster

The compound had turned into a powder keg by midnight. Hazel paced Jax’s room like a caged animal, the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest feeling more like a straightjacket than ever. Two guards stood outside the door. She could hear raised voices from the main room—angry, fractured, scared. Stitch. A patched member. Someone who had sat at the table in Church and voted on her life. The betrayal cut deeper than Tyler’s had. The door finally opened. Jax stood there, sleeves rolled up, knuckles already bruised and bloody. His eyes were terrifyingly empty. “Come with me,” he said. Hazel followed him down the hall, heart hammering. They entered a back storage room that had been converted into something much darker. Stitch was tied to a metal chair in the center, face already swollen. Dagger and two other loyal brothers stood watch. Stitch spat b

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