KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION
Hazel Greene was never supposed to be taken.
She was just a small-town mechanic with a filthy mouth and a dangerous obsession. One reckless night, she joked about letting the ruthless President of the Iron Sons MC kidnap her… tie her up… and use her however he wanted for sixty filthy days.
Jax “Reaper” Harlan heard every word.
Now she’s his.
Snatched off the street, thrown over his bike, and locked inside his compound, Hazel quickly realizes her dark fantasy has become a terrifying reality. The man she wanted so badly is colder, harder, and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. He owns her. He controls her. And he has no intention of letting her go when the sixty days are over.
But Reaper isn’t the only monster who wants her.
The rival Vipers MC president has been watching Hazel for months, and he’s willing to burn everything to the ground to take her. Blood is already spilling. Fingers have been cut. War has begun.
Trapped between two savage men, Hazel must survive a brutal world of loyalty, violence, and raw dominance. Every touch from Reaper brands her deeper. Every defiance pushes him closer to the edge.
She asked for the devil.
Now she belongs to him.
Sixty days. No mercy. No escape.
Warning: This is a very dark MC romance with explicit content, violence, and triggers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Chapter: Waiting gameThe 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
Last Updated: 2026-05-11
Chapter: Fantasy shitHazel 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
Last Updated: 2026-05-11
Chapter: Sixty days with ReaperJax 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
Last Updated: 2026-05-11
Chapter: 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
Last Updated: 2026-05-09
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