LOGINJenna's journey continues as she navigates leadership, grief, and the dangerous world of the MC. New enemies emerge. Old wounds resurface. And somewhere in the darkness, a figure from Colt's past returns—bringing secrets that could destroy everything Jenna has built. The Biker's Ex Returns: Part Two - Coming Soon
I could not confront Mae directly. Not yet.If she was the traitor, tipping her off would be suicide. If she was innocent, accusing her would destroy our relationship.So I watched. And waited.For three days, I observed everything Mae did. Who she talked to. Where she went. What she said when she thought no one was listening.Nothing suspicious. Just a woman running a clubhouse. Cooking meals. Caring for members.But something nagged at me. A feeling I could not shake.On the fourth day, I followed her.She left the compound at midnight, driving toward the old industrial district. I kept my distance, lights off, tracking her movements.She parked outside an abandoned office building.And Victor Kane walked out to meet her.My entire world shattered.I watched from the shadows as they talked. Too far away to hear words. But their body language was clear.This was not a hostile meeting. This was familiar. Easy.They knew each other.Mae handed Victor an envelope. He opened it, nodded,
I did not go back to the compound immediately.Instead, I rode to Colt's grave.The cemetery was empty. Dark. Just me and the ghost I could not stop mourning."I do not know what to do," I whispered to his headstone. "Everyone is lying. Everyone has secrets. How did you handle it? How did you know who to trust?"The wind picked up, rustling leaves.No answers. Just silence.I pulled out the files Victor gave me. Read through them carefully.Bank transfers from Razor to William Cross. Dates that matched key events. Phone records showing calls between them.It looked damning. But it could be fabricated.Victor Kane was a master manipulator. This could all be a setup to turn me against my own people.But what if it was real?My phone buzzed. Mae."Where are you? Everyone is worried.""Cemetery. I needed to think.""Come home. We need to talk. Now."Something in her tone made my blood run cold. "What happened?""Just come home."I rode back, adrenaline pumping.The compound was on high al
I spent the next day preparing.Weapons. Backup plans. Exit strategies.But I told no one. Because if Victor Kane really did have guards watching, I could not risk tipping him off.At eleven thirty, I rode alone toward the old mining facility.The place was abandoned. Crumbling. Perfect for an ambush.I parked my bike a quarter mile away and walked in, gun drawn.Victor Kane stood in the center of the main building, illuminated by a single camping lantern.He was older than I expected. Sixty, maybe. Gray hair. Lined face. But his eyes were sharp. Alert."Jenna Carter. Finally." His voice was smooth. Cultured. "I have waited a long time for this conversation.""Start talking. You have five minutes before my people arrive.""Liar. You came alone. Just like I knew you would." He gestured to a chair. "Sit. This will take longer than five minutes.""I will stand.""Suit yourself." Victor pulled out a cigarette, lighting it slowly. "Let me start with your mother. Elizabeth Carter. Beautiful
Three months into my presidency, I learned that running an MC was like fighting a war on a hundred fronts.Territory disputes. Supply chain issues. Internal politics. Every day brought a new crisis.But I handled it. I had to.Because giving up meant Colt died for nothing.I sat in church—the weekly meeting where officers discussed club business—surrounded by men twice my age who still looked at me like I was playing dress-up."The Iron Brotherhood is pushing into our territory again," Hammer said. "Third time this month. We need to respond.""We will. Diplomatically first." I looked at the map spread across the table. "I will call their president. Remind him of our alliance.""And if diplomacy fails?" Razor asked."Then we remind them why crossing us is a bad idea." I met his eyes. "But violence is the last option. Not the first. Understood?"Murmurs of agreement. Some reluctant. But agreement nonetheless."Next item," I said. "The shipment from Nevada. Status?""Delayed. Border patr
Two weeks after Colt's funeral, I stood in front of the entire Devil's Reign MC.Fifty men. All watching me. Waiting.Razor spoke first. "The club needs a leader. Colt did not name a successor. So we vote." He paused. "I nominate myself."Hammer nodded. "Seconded.""Anyone else?" Razor looked around.Silence.Then I spoke. "I nominate myself."Every head turned. Shocked. Disbelieving."You?" Crystal laughed. "You are not even a member. You are just—""The woman Colt died for." My voice was steel. "The woman who exposed William Cross. The woman who saved six trafficking victims and brought down a corrupt federal agent." I met each person's eyes. "I earned my place here. Whether you like it or not."Razor looked uncomfortable. "Jenna, I respect what you did. But leading an MC is different. You need experience. Connections. Respect.""I have all three." I pulled out papers. "These are contracts with every allied club in three states. I spent the last two weeks negotiating. They will supp
They took me back to the compound.I do not remember the ride. Do not remember walking inside. Do not remember anything except the flames and Colt's face and the terrible, crushing weight of knowing he was gone.Mae found me in my room, curled on the floor, unable to move."Jenna." Her voice was gentle. Broken. "Honey, look at me."I could not."They are still searching. Maybe he got out. Maybe—""He did not." My voice was hollow. Dead. "I felt it. The moment he died. I felt it."She pulled me into her arms, and we cried together.Outside, I heard the club gathering. I heard Razor shouting orders. Heard men crying openly.Colt Richardson. Their president. Their brother.Gone.Hours passed. Maybe days. I lost track.Tommy came to my room, his face bandaged, his eyes haunted."This is my fault," he said. "I got captured. I am the reason he went in there.""No. It is my fault." I looked at him. "I brought William Cross into our lives. I am the reason Colt is dead.""We are both wrong." H







