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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: TRUST NO ONE

ผู้เขียน: Frank Cannon
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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
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  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER FORTY: MOVING FORWARD

    Two weeks after the truth came out, I went to Colt's grave one last time.Not to mourn. But to say goodbye."I know the truth now," I said. "About your depression. Your plans. Your decision." I knelt beside the headstone. "And I am angry. Furious. Because you lied. You made me think you died saving me when really you were just trying to escape your pain."The wind picked up. Like he was listening."But I also understand. Because I know what it is like to be so broken you cannot see a way forward. I know what it is like to think death is easier than living." I touched the stone. "So I forgive you. For lying. For leaving. For choosing death over fighting beside me."Tears streamed down my face."But I also want you to know something. You were wrong. Love was not not enough to save you. But that does not mean you were not worth saving." I smiled through the tears. "You were worth everything. And I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure your death meant something. That your sac

  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE BREAKING POINT

    Three days later, everything came crashing down.Dr. Mitchell returned. Not to the compound. To a coffee shop downtown. She called and asked me to meet her.Against my better judgment, I went.She was waiting at a corner table. Two cups of coffee already ordered."Thank you for coming," she said as I sat."What do you want? I read the letters. I know the truth. What more is there?""There is always more." She pushed a folder across the table. "This is Colt's full psychiatric evaluation. Done six months before he died. He finally agreed to a comprehensive assessment."I opened it. Pages of tests. Diagnoses. Treatment recommendations.Major Depressive Disorder. PTSD. Borderline Personality Disorder.Recommended treatment: intensive therapy, medication, possible hospitalization."He never did any of this," I said."No. He refused. Said he could handle it on his own." Dr. Mitchell's voice was sad. "That is the tragedy of mental illness. The people who need help most are often the ones mos

  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: THE HUNT

    We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost.The man who killed William Cross died without leaving evidence. No DNA. No witnesses. No leads.Just a corpse and questions nobody could answer."We start with a motive," I said, gathering the core team. "Who wanted Cross dead?""Everyone," Hammer said. "That is not a short list.""Then we narrow it. Who had access to the prison? Who could get inside his cell undetected?""Guards. Inmates. Staff." Razor pulled up files on his laptop. "That is still hundreds of people.""What about Victor?" Tommy suggested. "He had connections everywhere. Maybe he arranged it."I called Victor."Did you kill Cross?" I asked bluntly."No. Though I wish I had." Victor paused. "But I know who did."My heart stopped. "Who?""I cannot tell you over the phone. Meet me. Same place as before. One hour."He hung up."It is a trap," Razor said immediately."Maybe. But it is our only lead." I grabbed my jacket. "I am going.""Not alone you are not."We took five bikes. Ex

  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: UNRAVELING

    I did not tell anyone about Dr. Mitchell's visit.Not Mae. Not Razor. Not Daniel.I just carried it. Like a stone in my chest. Getting heavier every day.Three days later, I went to see Victor.He was at his compound, working on a bike, when I arrived."Jenna. What brings you here?" He set down his tools. "You look like hell.""Did you know?" I asked. "About Colt. About his depression. His suicidal thoughts. Did you know?"Victor's expression closed off. "Who told you?""His therapist. She showed up with session notes. Documentation. Everything." I stepped closer. "You are his father. Did you know your son wanted to die?""I suspected. But Colt did not let people in. Not even me." Victor lit a cigarette. "Why does it matter now? He is gone. Knowing why does not change that.""It changes everything!" My voice broke. "I spent a year believing he died saving me. That he was a hero. But what if he was just a sick man who found an excuse to end his pain?""Does it have to be one or the oth

  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: THE STRANGER AT THE GATE

    One year after Colt's death, life had found a rhythm.The club was stable. Territory was secure. I even managed to sleep through most nights without nightmares.Daniel and I were good. Not perfect. But good. He made me laugh. Made me feel normal. And that was enough.Then she showed up.I was in my office reviewing supply contracts when Razor knocked."We have a visitor. Says she knew Colt. Says it is urgent.""Who is she?""Would not give a name. Just said you would want to hear what she has to say." Razor's expression was troubled. "There is something off about her. I do not trust it.""Bring her in. But stay close."The woman who entered was maybe forty. Dark hair streaked with gray. Tired eyes that had seen too much. She wore expensive clothes that did not quite fit right. Like she was playing a role."Ms. Carter. Thank you for seeing me." Her voice was cultured. Educated. "My name is Dr. Sarah Mitchell. I was Colt Richardson's therapist for five years."I froze. "Colt never menti

  • THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS    CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: NEW BEGINNINGS

    Six months passed.The Devil's Reign MC grew. Thrived. Became something new.We merged with Victor's MC. Formed an alliance that spanned five states. Legitimate businesses on the surface. Protection and security underneath.The new recruits from Crystal's army integrated well. Riley became my second-in-command. Sharp. Loyal. A good friend.Agent Morrison became our consultant. Helping us navigate legal waters. Making sure we stayed on the right side of the law. Mostly.And Mae. Mae continued being the heart of everything. The glue that held us together.I visited Colt's grave every week. Brought flowers. Told him about the club. About my life. About how I was finally learning to be happy again."I met someone," I told him one afternoon. "His name is Daniel. He is a mechanic. Works at the garage downtown. He does not know anything about MCs or clubs or any of this world. And that is what I like about him."The wind picked up, rustling leaves."I think you would like him. He is kind. Pa

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