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: The Queen’s ShadowThe next morning the compound smelled like coffee, gun oil, and yesterday’s blood. Hazel stood in their small bathroom after a scalding shower, water still dripping down her back. The mirror was fogged. She wiped it with her towel and stared at the snake tattoo on her shoulder — twisted black ink curling over Jax’s old claim mark like it owned her.Her stomach turned. The skin around it was still raised and angry. She poked it hard with two fingers. Pain flared sharp, but not enough. Not close to what it deserved.“Fuck you,” she whispered to the mark. To King. To everything.She pulled on jeans and a tank top, the fabric sticking to her damp skin, and headed straight for the garage. The sun wasn’t even fully up yet. Her bare feet were cold on the concrete at first, then warmed as she moved.Inside, she found the blowtorch and a thin knife. Heated the blade over th
Last Updated: 2026-07-08
Chapter: Don’t play heroHazel’s boots pounded gravel as they sprinted back to the bikes. The knife from the safe house was still clenched in her fist, blade warm from her grip. Adrenaline surged hot through her veins, making her fingers tingle and her vision sharpen on every shadow between the trees. The radio on Dagger’s hip crackled again — more gunshots, Mikey cursing, glass shattering in the background.Jax swung onto his bike first, movements sharp and sure. No hesitation. President mode locked in. “Mount up! We ride hard. Hazel, you stay behind me. Rico, you’re on point with Dagger. Shoot anything that ain’t wearing our colors.”Hazel climbed on behind him, arms locking tight around his waist. His body felt solid under her hands — muscle and leather and controlled rage. The engine roared to life between her thighs, vibration rattling up her spine and into her teeth. Wind whipped her face as they tore out, tires
Last Updated: 2026-07-07
Chapter: Ghosts in the MirrorHazel sat on the back steps of the clubhouse, grease still under her nails from the garage. The sun was low, painting everything orange and long-shadowed. Her knees throbbed from earlier training. Shoulders tight. Every muscle felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. She rolled a half-empty beer bottle between her palms, the cold glass biting her skin.Rico leaned against the railing a few feet away, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t crowd her. Smart.“You ever get the dreams?” she asked quiet, not looking at him.“Every night,” Rico said. Smoke curled from his mouth. “King standing over my sister’s body, smiling. Wakes me up swinging sometimes.”Hazel nodded. The beer bottle felt heavier. “I see the pills. Feel them going down. Taste them. Then nothing. Just this… hole.” She pressed a hand to her stomach, fingers digging throug
Last Updated: 2026-07-06
Chapter: New Blood, Old PoisonHazel froze, fingers tight on the wrench. The garage lights buzzed louder in her ears. “Victor’s coming sooner?”Rico nodded, voice low. “Graves heard whispers. They want payback for King. Your head first. Figured you’d rather hear it straight instead of Jax sugarcoating it.”She set the wrench down slow. Metal clinked on concrete. Her palms were slick with grease and leftover blood from Crowe. “How soon?”“Days. Maybe less.” Rico shrugged one shoulder. “I gave Dagger the cache locations I know about. Ammo, cash, couple bikes stashed off Route 9. Proving I’m not full of shit.”Hazel wiped her hands on her jeans. The fabric stuck to her thighs. “Good. Keep proving it. But if you’re playing both sides—”“I’m not.” Rico met her eyes. “King fucked my brother over too. I’m in this now.”She believed him. Mostly. Trust was a thin fucking thing these days.Morning hit the compound like a hangover. Sun too bright. Heads too sore. The new prospects were already on shit duty — scrubbing bikes,
Last Updated: 2026-07-05
Chapter: AftermathHazel heard it. She lifted her head from Jax’s shoulder, eyes still red but sharpening again.“What now?”Dagger jerked his chin toward the older Viper who’d patched quick. The guy was slipping his phone back into his pocket, trying to look casual near the bikes.Jax’s arm tightened around Hazel. “Watch him,” he told Dagger low. “Everybody inside. Now.”The yard filled fast. Brothers shouting, engines cutting off, the new “recruits” herded in under gunpoint. The air smelled like exhaust, blood, and victory. But it felt thin.Hazel’s legs still shook as Jax helped her off the bike. She looked around at the familiar compound — her home once, before everything went to shit. It felt smaller now. Or maybe she was just bigger. Harder.Inside the clubhouse it was loud. Guys slamming beers,
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Blood for bloodKing staggered back, hand flying to his chest. Blood was already spreading dark across his shirt. “What the fuck?” he gasped, eyes wide with shock.The lot went dead silent for one heartbeat. Then all hell broke loose.Vipers started yelling, raising guns. “Prez!” one screamed. “Kill that bitch!”They pulled triggers. Clicks. Dry fires. A couple of pops that went nowhere. Confusion hit hard.“What the fuck is this?” a big guy near Rico shouted, shaking his gun like it was broken.Hazel stood over King, gun still pointed. Her voice came out cold and steady. “You thought I was yours? You stupid piece of shit.”King dropped to one knee, breathing raggedly. Blood bubbled in his mouth. “Hazel… why?”She stepped closer. The floodlights made the blood shine. “Yo
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: 30For the first time since Serena had stepped into the penthouse, the silence didn't feel like a weapon.The front door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the muffled roar of rain and distant news sirens. Asher unbuttoned his coat, hanging it over the back of the entryway chair, while Serena set her handbag on the marble console. No encrypted phones rang. No legal briefs sat waiting on the island.Serena walked into the living room, stopping near the dark leather sofa. She looked around the vast, quiet space, her arms crossing over her chest."It’s quiet," Serena said softly.Asher loosened his dark tie, slipping it over his head and tossing it onto the table. "It is.""I'm not sure I know what we're supposed to do now," she admitted, turning her head to look at him.Asher looked at her, his dark eyes steady, unreadable, and deeply calm. "Neither do I."Serena let out a quiet, breathless laugh that lacked any real humor
Last Updated: 2026-10-01
Chapter: 29The rain outside the Manhattan Federal Courthouse fell in relentless, icy sheets, matching the grim atmosphere inside Court 4.Evelyn Blackwood stood behind the glass partition of the dock, her posture unyielding, her silver hair styled into its signature immaculate chignon. But for all her practiced composure, the pale tightness around her mouth betrayed her. She did not look at the packed gallery, nor did she look at the team of high-priced defense barristers gathering their papers at the table below."Evelyn Blackwood," the judge announced, his voice echoing off the high wood-paneled walls. "On the counts of corporate fraud, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, and the systemic falsification of Blackwood Capital's financial registries, this court finds you guilty on all charges."A collective murmur rippled through the gallery. Evelyn’s jaw clenched, her hands tightening on the ledge of the dock until her knuckles turned translucent, but she utt
Last Updated: 2026-09-30
Chapter: 28The silence in the penthouse kitchen felt ten times louder than usual.Serena stood by the marble island, adjusting the collar of her cream silk blouse for the third time in two minutes. Her pulse kicked into a frantic rhythm the moment she heard heavy, measured footsteps coming down the hallway.Asher walked into the kitchen, looking absurdly composed in a dark grey suit, his dark hair freshly styled and his expression cool and unbothered."Good morning," Asher said smoothly, heading straight for the espresso machine."Morning," Serena replied, her voice slipping into a slightly tight, awkward register. She poured herself a glass of water, taking a slow sip just to give her hands something to do.Asher pressed the button on the espresso maker, resting one hand casually on the marble edge. He looked at her over his shoulder—a long, unblinking stare that lingered on her lips for a beat too long before he turned back to his cup.Se
Last Updated: 2026-09-29
Chapter: 27Asher did not wear his usual tailored navy suit; he wore a heavy black wool coat, his long hands thrust deep into the pockets as he stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.Serena stepped into the living room, holding two steaming ceramic cups. The rich aroma of dark roast filled the space, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw his silhouette framed against the bruised, gray morning sky. His shoulders were locked rigid, his jaw set, his dark gaze fixed on something far beyond the Hudson River."What's wrong?" Serena asked gently, crossing the hardwood floor to offer him a cup.Asher didn't take it. He turned his head slowly, the shadows beneath his high cheekbones deepening. His dark eyes held an unusual, heavy stillness that chilled her far more than any cold boardroom glare ever could."Come with me," he said softly.Serena set the cups down on the marble island without asking a single question. "
Last Updated: 2026-09-28
Chapter: 26Asher Blackwood could dismantle a rival board of directors in twenty minutes, but he could not take his eyes off the handsome British designer leaning entirely too close to his wife. The winter charity gala at the a gala in Chelsea was packed with the northern elite, but in the center of the grand hall, Serena stood laughing with Theo Mercier. Theo was smooth, polished, and ridiculously charming, his hand hovering near the small of Serena’s back as he gestured toward a collection of silk sketches on his tablet. "Your spring line was breathtaking, Serena," Theo said, his voice smooth as velvet. "If you ever tire of Manhattan’s hectic energy, our London atelier would welcome you with open arms. I certainly would." Serena tilted her head, taking a sip of her champagne. "Manhattan is my home, Theo, but I appreciate the sentiment." "Homes can change," Theo murmured, stepping half an inch closer. "Especially for the right creativ
Last Updated: 2026-09-27
Chapter: 25The wooden gavel struck the block with a sharp, hollow crack that echoed through the marble interrogation room. Evelyn Blackwood sat upright, her hands folded neatly over her designer leather handbag. Across the polished oak table sat two lead fraud investigators from the Serious Fraud Office, surrounded by stacks of bank ledgers, video transcripts, and digital audit logs. "Mrs. Blackwood," Investigator Harris said, tapping a thick blue folder. "We have traced thirty-two separate wire transfers from Blackwood Capital’s primary offshore accounts. Every single transaction bears your digital authorization key—alongside your son Cassian’s signature." Evelyn raised her chin, her expression cold and entirely unbothered. "Those transfers were internal reallocations to protect family holdings during a volatile market. I was protecting my family." "You were transferring company assets into unlisted shell accounts while framing your late husband Arthur's eldest son for corporate embezzlemen
Last Updated: 2026-09-26
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