All Chapters of The Biker's Claim: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Third person POV The once quiet gazebo erupted in cheers and claps as Mason slipped the ring onto Hera's finger. As they cheered, Mason and Hera remained lip locked, as if the presence of the others didn't bother them one bit.Nyx was the first to reach them with Lily bouncing in her arms, her eyes wide and grinning from ear to ear with excitement. "Congratulations MG! You finally charmed my brother into settling down." Nyx exclaimed, pulling Hera into a one-armed hug as the other arm kept Lily secure. Hera chuckled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.Her face flushed with joy, as she hugged Nyx back. “ Thanks Nyx. Everything still feels surreal. It happened so fast, I am still overwhelmed.” Hera confessed.“ Hera, I know that this is too sudden especially with you having another family to manage but I believe this is something you considered at some point.My brother loves you and Lily? That girl absolutely adores you. I know you are going to have a beautiful home and life.”

ZeroAfter leaving the scene, I head straight to Club image to have a talk with Mr Lamberto. When I step into Mr. Lamberto’s office, the scent of cigars and old leather fills the air.The faint hum of the city beyond the tall windows gives the place a soft ambience, one that can lull you out of your worries.Mr Lamberto sits behind a mahogany desk, his expressions calm and unreadable as always.His sharp eyes settle on me when I step in and slowly follow my every step. I stop before his desk and tip my head in respect. Not only is he the age of my father, his position as the patron awards him as much respect. “Zero,” he says, motioning to the chair across from him. “I was expecting you,” he says. His voice is steady but I can feel the lingering pain and frustration hidden in it. “ I'm sorry I didn’t inform you before coming here.” I mutter, lowering myself into the chair.“ It's nothing. Considering the current situation we are in, I'd say no one has time for that.” He says, g

Zero povI reach Justin’s place in no time.He lives in one of the most crowded neighbourhoods, perfect for taking cover as he indulges himself in computers.The house has no windows and no car parked outside, just a steel door with a small camera eye staring down at me. I press the bell. A second later a flat machine voice speaks from a hidden speaker.“Disarm.”I pull the gun from my waist, pop the clip, and set both pieces on the little shelf that slides out from the wall. The door clicks open on its own and I step inside.Justin’s room is a cave of screens. Three walls are covered in monitors, some showing lines of code scrolling like rain, others frozen on maps, grainy traffic cams, faces. Cables snake across the floor and a single desk lamp burns over his chair. He sits hunched, fingers flying over two keyboards at once, eyes locked on the center screen. He doesn’t look up.“Give me thirty seconds. I have to set this up.” He mutters.I stand there, my hands shoved into my pocket

Mason POV Distant whispers pull me from the darkness.They sound soft and muffled, like voices underwater. My head throbs, like someone is using a hammer to pound my skull. I wince, forcing my eyelids open. At first, everything is blurry. I blink severally before my vision clears. Rough walls stare back at me. They are cracked and the plaster is peeling in strips. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling on a frayed wire, casting weak yellow light over a dirt floor scattered with old crates and a thin mattress where I'm lying. The air smells musty, like wet earth.Where the hell am I? That's the first thing that comes to mind.I shift, trying to sit up, but pain shoots through my spine, like a sharp knife carving through. My mind races, grasping for memories. The engagement party— Hera's face lighting up as I slipped the ring on her finger, laughter echoing in the room. Then Hera and I left the resort, driving back late at night.Then... headlights blinding us from ahead as two bl

Mason POV It feels like forever sitting in that cramped space until distant shouts echo outside.My senses heighten and my hand goes to the gun, fingers tight on the grip. Adrenaline spikes, heart racing. I creep to the door, peering through a crack. The path outside is empty with overgrown weeds swaying in the breeze. There's no sign of Leon yet.Memories flood again, our engagement party, Hera's smile that lit up the night. I was supposed to protect her, build a life with her and our daughter and now? Everything is shattered. I don't even know if she is safe and alive. Anger surges inside me and I curse inwardly.I don't know who intended to harm us but whoever he is – they'll pay. I'll make sure of it. But first, I have to get out of here and find my old lady.The door creaks and this time, Leon slips back in, breathing hard. His face is flushed from running. He is not alone though. With him is another red head boy,the same age as him. He looks at me, his face lighting up in ama