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The Choice
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2026-03-11 00:36:30
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Owned by biker enemy Seen and Protected
Rafe learned quickly that Dante did not waste time once he decided something mattered, because the messages started the very next morning and they did not stop, quiet instructions passed to him in low voices, notes folded carefully and pressed into his palm, addresses spoken once and never repeated, names mentioned without context like he was expected to already understand their weight.“You will deliver this,” Dante told him, sliding a small envelope across the desk, “and you will not read it.”Rafe nodded.“And if I am stopped,” Rafe asked.“You will not be,” Dante replied, “because I already made sure you are seen.”Rafe swallowed.“That does not make me invisible,” he said.Dante looked up at him.“No,” he said calmly, “it makes you protected.”Rafe was not sure how much comfort he was supposed to take from that.By the end of the week, his phone stayed silent in one specific way that made his stomach twist, because he had blocked every number he knew belonged to his superiors, bl
Owned by biker enemy Everyone Saw
Rafe learned quickly that Dante did not waste time once he decided something mattered, because the messages started the very next morning and they did not stop, quiet instructions passed to him in low voices, notes folded carefully and pressed into his palm, addresses spoken once and never repeated, names mentioned without context like he was expected to already understand their weight.“You will deliver this,” Dante told him, sliding a small envelope across the desk, “and you will not read it.”Rafe nodded.“And if I am stopped,” Rafe asked.“You will not be,” Dante replied, “because I already made sure you are seen.”Rafe swallowed.“That does not make me invisible,” he said.Dante looked up at him.“No,” he said calmly, “it makes you protected.”Rafe was not sure how much comfort he was supposed to take from that.By the end of the week, his phone stayed silent in one specific way that made his stomach twist, because he had blocked every number he knew belonged to his superiors, bl
Owned by biker enemy Terms of Involvement
Dante leaned back in his chair, his fingers loosely wrapped around his glass, his eyes still on Rafe like he was waiting for something, some kind of reaction that had not come yet, and Rafe knew exactly what Dante thought he was seeing.He thought Rafe was overwhelmed.He thought Rafe was just another man shocked by ugly truth.He did not know.Rafe swallowed slowly, his throat dry even with the whiskey sitting heavy in his chest, and he kept his face as neutral as he could manage even though his mind was spinning too fast to hold onto one thought properly.Dante exhaled.“This is how it works,” Dante said, his voice steady now, slipping into explanation like he had gone over this a hundred times in his head already, “these traffickers do not operate alone, they cannot, not at this scale, so they partner with people who can look the other way.”Rafe nodded faintly.“Police,” he said.Dante gave a small nod.“Not just police,” Dante replied, “the ones in power, the ones who sign report
Owned by biker enemy The Cost of Knowing
The light came on with a soft click and Rafe blinked hard, his eyes stinging as the room shifted from shadows into something real again, and when his vision finally settled he saw Dante standing by the door, one hand lifted slightly, keys dangling loosely between his fingers like he had been waiting for this exact moment.Dante did not say anything.He let the keys fall.They hit the desk with a sharp sound that made Rafe’s shoulders tense before he could stop himself.Rafe looked at the keys and then back at Dante.“That is it,” Dante said calmly, “you can leave.”Rafe did not move.He stared at the keys for a long moment, then shook his head slowly.“You know I am not going anywhere,” Rafe said quietly.Dante watched him, his expression unreadable.“Pick them up,” Dante said, “or do not.”Rafe opened his mouth to respond, then stopped.Something dark on Dante’s shirt caught his eye.It was near the collar, partly dried, unmistakable once he noticed it.Before he could think better o
Owned by biker enemy Behind Closed Doors
Leave,” Dante said again, his voice clipped and sharp, the kind of voice that usually made rooms empty themselves without argument.Rafe did not move.He stayed where he was standing near the desk, shoulders slumped slightly from exhaustion rather than fear, his hands loose at his sides like he had finally decided that bracing himself was no longer worth the effort.“I am not going anywhere,” Rafe said quietly.Dante turned fully toward him then, eyes narrowing, irritation flashing across his face like he was not used to resistance lingering this long in the air.“You are pushing your luck,” Dante said.Rafe shrugged faintly.“That assumes I still care about luck tonight,” he replied.Dante took a step closer.“You are forgetting who you are speaking to,” Dante said, his tone dropping lower.Rafe lifted his head.“No,” he said, “I am very aware of who I am speaking to, I just do not think threats are going to work right now.”Dante stared at him.“You think I am threatening you,” Dant
Owned by biker enemy A Line Was Crossed
Rafe wanted out of the boardroom the second Marcus said his name, because the air in there had already turned sour and the looks being thrown around were sharp enough to cut, but he knew better than to ignore Marcus outright, so he swallowed his irritation and turned back slowly, past the table, past the chairs, past the men who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.“Follow me,” Marcus said shortly.Rafe nodded once and did exactly that, keeping his expression blank even though his jaw was already aching from how hard he was clenching it.The walk down the hallway felt longer than it actually was, Marcus moving fast and stiff ahead of him like he was itching for a fight, and Rafe keeping a careful distance behind, already rehearsing every answer he might need because Marcus was not the type of man who called someone aside just to chat.Marcus opened his office door and stepped in.Rafe followed.The door closed.Marcus went straight to his desk and dropped into his chair withou
Owned by biker enemy Divided Loyalties
The hotel room smelled faintly of detergent and something floral that Rafe could not place, and the door had barely clicked shut behind them before Camila kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag on the chair without even looking at him, her movements sharp and distant like she was already tired of
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Owned by biker enemy The Devil’s Test
Marcus was already talking by the time Dante finished lighting his cigarette, his voice filling the office with that familiar tone that always meant he had something he thought was important and urgent and irritating all at once.“I told you I would keep an eye on him,” Marcus said, dropping a smal
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Owned by biker enemy Trust on Trial
For a second Rafe felt the cold rush of panic climbing up his spine when Dante asked for the phone, but he forced himself to stay calm because panic was the kind of thing men like Dante could smell from across the room and if he showed even a hint of fear then Marcus would notice too and that would
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Owned by biker enemy The Devil I Serve
FlashbackRafe came in earlier than usual that morning because once Dante decided he would work under him there was no point pretending the schedule belonged to anyone else, and the clubhouse was still quiet when he walked in with a cup of bad coffee and the same headache that had been sitting behi
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17
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