All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Four days. Hazel sat on the edge of the bed, back straight, staring at the wall of photos. No tears today. No screaming. The hollow ache in her belly was still there, but it had turned into something cold and sharp. Fuel. He killed my baby. Jax’s child. One needle and it was gone. I won’t cry for him anymore. Crying is weak. Weak gets you killed. I’ll watch. I’ll learn. Then I’ll make him bleed for it. King walked in carrying breakfast on a tray. Eggs, toast, fruit. He smiled that same soft, obsessive smile. “Morning. You look stronger today. Good. Eat with me?” Hazel met his eyes steadily. No flinch. She took the tray and started eating slow, deliberate bites. No emotion on her face. King sat across from her, watching every move. “See? You’re already settling in. I knew you were strong. That’s why I chose you. Reaper ne

Hazel sat at the small metal table King had brought in two days ago, a stack of papers in front of her. She scanned the deal sheet slowly, pen in hand, marking a number in the margin. Eight days now. The room no longer felt like a cage. It felt like a workshop. She was learning the machine.King leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with that hungry, proud look he always wore now. “You see the problem?”“Third paragraph,” Hazel said without looking up. Her voice was flat, steady. “Your lieutenant is low-balling the cut to the Ironbacks crew. They’ll notice. Either they push back hard or they start skimming to make up the difference. Either way, you lose control.”King stepped closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. His fingers squeezed gently. The touch made her skin want to peel off, but she didn’t move. “Smart. Most of my guys wouldn’t catch that. You’re already thinking like you belong here.”Hazel set the pen down and looked at him. No smile. No warmth. Just calm. “I

Hazel sat at the table in King’s private office, legs crossed, pen moving steadily across a fresh sheet of paper. The room smelled of leather and cigarette smoke. King paced behind her, one hand occasionally brushing her shoulder like he couldn’t stop touching what he now believed was his. “Give me something real,” he said, voice low and insistent. “Something that hurts Reaper. Routes. Safehouses. Weak points in their security. Prove you’re choosing me.” Hazel didn’t look up right away. She finished writing a note, then set the pen down. Her face stayed calm, almost bored. Inside, her mind turned fast and cold. *Feed him scraps. Make them look valuable. Point him at places we already abandoned or reinforced. Buy time. Learn more.* “The old quarry road,” she said evenly. “They used to run supply drops there twice a month. East fence has thermal cams now, bu

The gates slammed shut behind the battered convoy just as the sky started to lighten. Jax killed his engine and sat there for a long moment, blood still seeping through the bandage on his side. The pain was a dull roar now, but he ignored it. He turned and helped Hazel off the bike. His hands lingered on her waist, trembling slightly. She stepped down without assistance. No words. No collapse. Just steady, mechanical movement. The yard was pure chaos. Prospects shouted for the doc. Brothers carried the wounded. Mikey was half-dragged off his bike, blood soaking his shirt, face gray but still trying to crack a joke. “Told you... I’m too pretty to die...” Dagger limped over, vest torn. “We lost three tonight. Tank, Cooper, Little Jay. More wounded bad. This cost us, Prez.” Jax nodded once, eyes locked on Hazel. “Get everyone inside. Call every favor for the doc.&rdqu

The dungeon smelled like copper and piss. Tiffany’s screams had turned into wet, broken gurgles. Hazel knelt in front of her again, knife steady in her blood-slick hand. She had been at it for hours — small, deliberate cuts that stung and bled but wouldn’t kill quickly. Each one a reminder.Tiffany’s body twitched. “Hazel... please... I can’t feel my legs anymore...”Hazel pressed the blade against the soft skin just below Tiffany’s collarbone. “You don’t get to stop feeling. That’s the point.”The cell door rattled hard. Jax and Dagger stood outside, faces pale.“Hazel, stop,” Jax said, voice strained. “This is enough. She deserves punishment, but not... not like this.”Dagger gripped the bars. “You’re scaring the whole club. Come out. Let us handle the rest.”Hazel didn’t look up. She made another shallow cut. Tiffany whimpered, body jerking weakly. Hazel finally stood, wiping the knife on her jeans.“She helped murder my child,” Hazel said, voice flat and cold. “She doesn’t get a c