บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by the Mafia Biker: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The silence stretched so long it felt like a noose tightening.Blade muttered, “He’s gone quiet. I don’t like it.”Cruz didn’t move, eyes locked on the trees. “He’s not gone. He’s watching.”My voice was barely steady. “Then why doesn’t he just show himself?”“Because,” Cruz said, jaw tight, “he wants to make us bleed before he pulls the trigger.”Blade kicked at the dirt, restless. “We can’t stand here all night playing statues. We need a plan.”Cruz’s hand brushed mine, grounding me. “The plan is simple. He wants war? He gets war. But we dictate the battlefield, not him.”“Then where?” I asked.Cruz’s gaze flicked down to our daughter, her tiny hand fisted in his shirt. His voice dropped, softer but firm. “Somewhere she isn’t.”Blade huffed. “Easier said than done. He’s got eyes everywhere. We move, he follows.”“Then we set a trap,” Cruz shot back. “Make him think he’s stalking us while we’re actually leading him.”I swallowed hard. “And if it backfires?”Cruz finally looked at me,

I never liked being bait.Standing there in the clearing, engine still hot under my palms, the world narrowing to the way Rafe smiled like he’d paid for the night, I felt the old animal in me sharpen. Blade was beside me—a silent blade of a man, eyes like flint—and every Hellborn jacket in the field was a pressed muzzle aimed at our chests.Rafe clapped slowly. “Cruz Maddox. Look at you. All leather and bravado. Thought you’d run until the grave, didn’t you?”“Shut up,” I said. My voice didn’t want to be steady. It tried, but blood and adrenaline made it rough. “Where’s Nova? Where’s my daughter?”The smile didn’t leave his face. “Always straight to the point. Admirable. It’s been a long time since someone asked for something without playing coy.”Blade’s hand curled on my arm. “Don’t give him anything.”“I’m not giving him shit,” I muttered.Rafe shrugged and gestured. “You want them? Come get them.”The field hummed like a hive. Men shifted, boots crunching grit and grass. I could f

The roar of engines still echoes in my skull long after we’ve ridden out of the yard. Dust trails behind us, carrying the stink of oil, smoke, and betrayal. My arm throbs, blood sticking my sleeve to my skin, but I keep the throttle tight, refusing to falter. If I slow, the men behind me will feel it. If I break, everything I just won will splinter.Nova rides pressed against my back, Isla cradled between us, her tiny head buried in her mother’s chest. I feel every tremor in them like it’s my own heartbeat. Blade is on my flank, silent as ever, but his eyes never leave the shadows we pass. He knows it too. We left Rafe breathing. That was mercy—or weakness—and mercy always has a cost.When we finally slow, it’s at the edge of an abandoned mill on the outskirts. Rusted steel, shattered glass, weeds climbing walls like nature’s slow revenge. The Kings roll in behind me, engines cutting one by one until silence folds heavy around us. The only sound left is Isla’s small, uneven breaths.I

The world shook with the sound of engines and screams.“Push them back!” I shouted, my voice hoarse, throat raw from gunfire and smoke. My boots slipped in blood-soaked dirt as I pulled Nova and Isla behind me. “Stay close!”“I’m not letting go of her,” Nova rasped, clutching Isla so tight the girl whimpered against her shoulder.“Don’t, sweetheart,” I said, firing over her head. “Don’t let go for anything.”Blade spun past us, knife flashing, eyes wild. He kicked a man in the chest, sending him sprawling into the headlights of a bike. “Hellborn’s here, brother!” he crowed. “They’re dropping like flies!”“They won’t stop!” Nova yelled over the roar. “They’ll keep coming until—”“Until Rafe’s dead,” I cut in, snapping another round into the smoke. My teeth ground together. “He’s the head of this snake. We cut it off tonight.”Another figure lunged toward Nova. She swung that wrench again, slamming it into his ribs. He crumpled, wheezing. Blade gave her a sharp look and let out a low wh

Rafe’s laugh rasped through the dust like broken glass, thin but sharp enough to cut. He coughed blood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared straight at me with eyes that still burned.“You think this is over?” he rasped, his voice low but carrying. “You think you’ve broken me? You’ve only clipped the wings, Maddox. A man like me… I don’t crawl. I bite.”Blade pressed the barrel harder against his temple. “One more word, and you’ll bite a bullet.”Rafe smirked despite the gun in his face. “Go on then, brother. Do it. Prove to them you’re just like me. Spill blood when you could have chosen control.”Nova’s voice cracked across the tension, urgent. “Don’t listen to him! He’s trying to twist this into something it’s not.”I didn’t take my eyes off Rafe. “Why are you smiling when you’ve got nothing left?”His grin widened, teeth stained red. “Because you think they left. You think the ones who rode off are gone for good. But loyalty isn’t a clean cut, Cruz. Some of them?