All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker Kings: Their Forbidden Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Maddox’s POV“We need to talk,” I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “Privately.” She didn’t argue and followed me to the basement gym. I locked the door behind us—not to trap her, but to guarantee we wouldn’t be overheard. “The cartel knows about you,” I said bluntly. “They know about our connection, which makes you a target.” The color faded from her face. “How do you know?” “I have connections in Mexico, people who still owe me favors. They’re saying that my former family wants to use you as leverage.” I set my coffee down and stepped closer. “If they catch you, they’ll use you to control me, and that’s something I can’t let happen.” “So what do I do? Hide? Lock myself away until they lose interest?” She pulled back slightly, but not too much. “No. You help me.” I let that sink in for a moment. “I know people in Chicago’s underground gambling scene—big spenders with dirty money. Cartel money, to be specific. If we can document the connections and lay out the network, we ca

Maddox’s POVAs soon as Alina touched her necklace, I was on high alert, scanning the room for any potential threats. Charles Qozlok, a rough-looking guy with scars, had been asking too many questions about her past. When Alina stood up to leave, I rushed to intercept her before things could get ugly. But it seemed that fate had a different plan for us.Suddenly, two men in dark suits stepped out from behind the bar, blocking our way. The atmosphere in the room shifted; conversations halted, and people discreetly reached for hidden weapons. “Gentlemen,” one of the men said, his strong Russian accent noticeable. “I believe there’s been some confusion.”Qozlok didn’t seem suspicious at all. Instead, he looked compromised.“We need to get out of here,” I whispered to Alina, pulling her closer to me.“The back exit—” she began.“Already blocked,” I cut in, scanning the area. Every exit was covered. We likely had only thirty seconds before things turned violent.“Elena,” Qozlok said, walk

Alina’s POVAs we rode back through the gates, everything felt different. There was a strange energy in the air, like the moment before something big happens. The usual hustle and bustle of the club was replaced by a sense of urgency. Members moved with focus, conversations interrupted as we passed. Whenever federal agents get involved, the atmosphere shifts from routine to crisis, making everyone act like they’re running out of time.Jaxon turned off the bike and helped me off, his hand gently resting on my back. I could sense the tension in him, an electric energy buzzing beneath the surface. We had made the ride back in silence, the weight of Ronan’s messages hanging over us like a hidden passenger.Ronan was waiting in the war room, looking like he hadn’t blinked in the three hours we’d been gone. His green eyes were sharp, analytical, the kind of sharp that meant he’d already run through a dozen scenarios and calculated which ones kept us alive. Maddox was there too, sprawled acr

Alina’s POVThe phone rang again at 1 AM.It was the same unknown number. This time, I didn’t hesitate. My heart was already racing, ready for something I couldn’t quite describe. I answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “Oh my God, Alina. Oh my God, it’s really you.” The voice hit me hard—familiar in a way that made my chest tight. It was Chloe, my best friend. The one I’d left behind in my old life, like she was just another piece of furniture I had outgrown. “Chloe?” I sat up, my exhaustion evaporating instantly. “Where did you—I mean, I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks.”“I know, I’m sorry. My phone got taken away after some issue, and I just got it back today.” “I’ve been going crazy trying to reach you.” There was real panic in her voice, the kind that comes from genuine worry. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay. Your dad has been losing it. He says you’ve been brainwashed, kidnapped—.” “I’m fine,” I replied, and I meant it. “I’m actually… I’m more than fine, Ch

Alina’s POVThe training room was filled with the smell of hard work and the kind of tiredness that comes from pushing yourself really hard. Jaxon moved with a fierce kind of grace, each punch and kick carefully planned to help me understand my own weaknesses. I could tell I was improving, but that still wasn’t enough. He swept my legs out from under me for the third time in just a few minutes, and I hit the mat hard enough to feel it in my teeth.“You’re dropping your guard when you turn,” he said, helping me get back on my feet. His chest was heaving, sweat glistening on his skin, and his amber eyes had a sharp focus. “Let’s go again.”We went again. And again. By the time he had me pinned down—my back pressed against him and his arm around my neck in a way that kept me safe but trapped—I felt completely exhausted. My heart was racing, and every muscle in my body ached.“You’re getting better,” he said quietly, his mouth close to my ear. “But you’re still hesitating.”“I don’t want