All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Fractured trust

Hazel woke to the feeling of cold metal clicking around her ankle.Her eyes snapped open. Jax was kneeling beside the bed, fastening a slim black tracker around her left ankle. The device was small but heavy — high-tech, the kind that looked military-grade.“What the fuck are you doing?” she rasped, voice still hoarse from last night’s screams.Jax didn’t look up right away. His fingers worked with clinical precision, locking it in place. When he finally met her gaze, his eyes were cold steel.“Insurance,” he said flatly. “You ran last night. Nearly got yourself killed. This stays on until I say otherwise.”Hazel sat up, yanking the sheet over her naked body. Every muscle ached — reminders of how he’d bent her over that workbench, the way he’d fucked the fight out of her while Stitch’s blood was still drying on his shirt.“You can’t just put a fucking tracker on me like a dog.”“I can,” he replied, standing up. “And I did. You want to hate me? Fine. But you’re not dying because you’re

Counterstrike

By 2 am, the compound was pure chaos. Hazel stood beside the blacked-out support van, wearing the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest over a dark hoodie, the ankle tracker a constant reminder with every step. Jax had reluctantly agreed to let her ride in the van after she proved she could identify Viper motorcycle modifications from a distance. “You stay in the van,” Jax growled, checking his gun one last time. “No hero shit. You see something, you tell Dagger. Understand?” Hazel nodded, but her hands were steady as she climbed into the passenger seat. Lena’s words from earlier echoed in her head. You’re changing. Maybe she was. The blood on Jax’s shirt last night hadn’t made her vomit this time. It had only made her angry. The convoy rolled out. Jax led the charge on his prized Harley Davidson— the same motorcycle he’d rebuilt piece by piece after Rile

Breaking Point

The garage air felt thick enough to choke on.Jax still had Hazel pinned against the workbench, his release still warm between her thighs, when he repeated the question.“You marked that exact blind spot in your notes,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Didn’t you?”Hazel’s heart hammered. “Yes. But that was before. When I was still trying to run.”Dagger stood a few feet away, tablet in hand, expression hard. Mikey shifted nervously behind him. The discovery had spread fast — the east perimeter breach using one of Hazel’s old escape notes.Jax released her slowly, stepping back. His bandaged arm flexed with pain. “Church. Everyone. Now.”He didn’t look at her again as he walked out. Hazel followed, legs unsteady, the weight of suspicion heavy on her shoulders.Inside Church, the table was already volatile.Ranger slammed his fist down. &

Property of Reaper

The 48-hour countdown ticked like a bomb in the back of everyone’s mind. By morning, the compound was locked down tighter than ever. Extra guards on the perimeter. No one in or out without Jax’s direct approval. Hazel stood in Jax’s room, staring at her reflection in the cracked mirror. The PROPERTY OF REAPER vest felt different today — heavier, more permanent. She had made her choice. Jax entered without knocking, freshly bandaged arm still stiff. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at her, eyes dark and assessing, like he was waiting for her to flinch or beg for an exit clause. “You ready?” he finally asked. Hazel turned to face him. “Yes.” Church was packed when they walked in. Hazel didn’t stand against the wall this time. She took the seat to Jax’s right — the position traditionall

Blood ties

The compound didn’t sleep after the video. Jax stayed locked in the room for hours, pacing like a caged animal, knuckles split and bleeding from where he’d punched the wall. He wouldn’t let Hazel near him. Every time she tried, he snarled at her to stay back, the raw grief and fury rolling off him in waves so thick she could almost taste them. By 3 a.m., he was gone. Hazel woke to an empty bed and the sound of a single motorcycle roaring out of the compound. She ran outside in nothing but one of his t-shirts and the PROPERTY OF REAPER vest, barefoot on the cold concrete. Dagger was already at the gate, looking grim. “He took his spare motorcycle. Said he needed to ride. Alone.” “You let him go?” Hazel snapped. Dagger shrugged helplessly. “You try stopping Reaper when he’s like this.”

The Devil’s Offer

Hazel didn’t sleep.The burner phone Ghost had given her burned a hole in the pocket of her hoodie as she moved through the compound the next day. Every time she touched it, her stomach twisted.Freedom.Real freedom for her and Lena.But every time she looked at Jax — still limping from last night’s wounds, barking orders with that raw, broken fire in his eyes — something in her chest pulled hard in the opposite direction.By late afternoon, she couldn’t take it anymore.Hazel’s boots crunched softly on dry leaves as she approached the back fence line just after midnight. The compound behind her was finally quiet after another long day of preparations. Most brothers were either sleeping or standing watch at the front. The woods beyond the chain-link fence were thick and black, swallowing moonlight.She stopped ten feet from the fence and waited.Ghost appeared like a shadow, st

Lines in the sand

Gunfire shattered the night. The Devil’s Sons had rammed the already weakened front gate with a stolen box truck, exploiting the chaos from earlier repairs. Alarms blared as fifteen riders poured through the breach, using the truck as mobile cover while laying down heavy fire. Jax shoved Hazel behind a row of metal barrels near the garage, his movements stiff from the fresh stitches in his side and thigh. Pain flashed across his face with every step, but he didn’t slow. “Stay the fuck down!” he snarled, firing two precise shots that dropped a Reaper rider off his motorcycle. The compound erupted into chaos. Brothers ran for cover, returning fire as the rival club poured through the breached front gate. Bullets pinged off metal walls and shattered windows. One prospect went down screaming, clutching his stomach.Hazel’s heart slammed against her ribs. Ghost’s

Breathe

Hazel jerked awake screaming, drenched in sweat.In the nightmare, she was back in the hallway, pulling the trigger again and again. The Reaper’s eyes stared at her as blood poured from his chest. Lena screamed her name. Jax’s voice kept repeating, “This is what you are now.”Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against a solid chest.“Easy,” Jax murmured, voice rough with sleep but steady. “I’ve got you. Breathe, baby.”He turned her gently, pressing her face into his neck despite the pull on his healing wounds. His bandaged side and thigh were still tender, but he held her like she was the one who might break. One big hand stroked down her spine in slow, soothing circles while the other cradled the back of her head.“You’re safe,” he whispered against her hair. “You did what you had to do. I’m proud of you.”Hazel clung to him, tears soaking his skin. This was the third night in a row. Each time, Jax was there — patient, possessive, almost worshipful in the w

Teach me

The days after the countdown passed in a strange, suffocating quiet.King did nothing.No attacks. No messages. No shadows at the fence. Just silence that stretched like a wire pulled tight across the compound. The Iron Sons stayed on edge, rotating longer watches, repairing the damaged gate with scavenged metal and extra chains. But as one week turned into ten days, the immediate fear began to settle into a low, constant hum.Jax’s knife wound had closed into a raised, angry scar. He still favored his side when he moved, but he could walk without limping. His burns had faded to pink, sensitive skin. Lena could walk the length of the compound with only a slight limp, though she tired quickly. Hazel threw herself into the garage, modifying motorcycles and mixing chemicals, trying to outrun the memory of the man she had killed.Nightmares still came.On the eighth night, Hazel woke screaming, clawing at the air. In the dream, the Reaper’s eyes wouldn’t close. They stared at her while bl

Fragile Peace

The compound breathed easier for the first time in weeks.Repairs on the front gate were nearly complete. The injured were healing. King’s silence continued, and while it made everyone uneasy, it also gave them room to recover. For a short while, the war felt distant.Tiffany chose that moment to strike.She waited until late afternoon when Jax was alone in the garage, working on his spare Harley with a wrench in hand. His side and thigh were still wrapped, but he moved with more confidence now. She approached slowly, wearing a tight top that showed off her curves — the same way she used to when they had their casual arrangement months ago.“Reaper,” she purred, leaning against the workbench. “You’ve been so busy lately. I miss the old days… when you actually let me take care of you.”Jax didn’t look up right away. He tightened a bolt with deliberate force.Tiffany stepped closer, trailing a finger down his arm. “Remember how good we were together? No drama. No complications. Just us.

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