THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I did not sleep for thirty-eight hours.Instead, I held Grace—mine or not mine, the question eating at me—while Albert and Knox tore apart every lead on X's identity."Nothing," Knox threw his tablet across the room in frustration. "Every shell company leads to another shell company. Every bank account traces to offshore havens. Every person who might know something either disappeared or turned up dead. It is like X does not exist.""He exists," Victoria said, surrounded by laptops and files. "I found three people who worked with him—past tense, because they are all dead now. Car accidents, suicides, one mysterious heart attack. All within the last six weeks. X is cleaning house, eliminating anyone who could identify him."Albert paced despite his injuries, his destroyed hands wrapped in bandages. "What about the DNA lab? Someone manipulated those results. Start there.""Already did." Victoria pulled up records. "The lab was broken into eight hours before our test. Security footage er

Albert went missing at three AM.I woke to an empty bed, cold sheets, and no note. His phone was on the nightstand—turned off. His weapons were gone from the safe. And Grace slept peacefully in her crib, unaware her father had disappeared into the night.I called Knox immediately. "Albert is gone. Did he contact you?""No. Last I heard from him was midnight. He was doing a security sweep of the perimeter." Knox paused. "Eva, we found something. Blood trail leading from the east fence toward the woods. Not a lot, but enough to suggest someone was injured."My stomach dropped. "Send a team. Now.""Already mobilizing. But Eva—" Knox hesitated. "The security footage from that area? It was erased. Someone with internal access deleted thirty minutes of recordings right before Albert disappeared.""Internal access? That is impossible. Only five people have those codes.""You, me, Albert, Hammer, and Sienna. One of us deleted that footage, Eva. One of us helped whoever took Albert."Or Albert

Albert stood on the execution platform at five AM, hands bound, face resigned to death.I held Grace in the observation area, watching my husband prepare to die for crimes he committed while being manipulated. Two hundred bikers surrounded the platform. Knox held the weapon. The vote had been clear.Justice demanded blood."Any last words?" Knox asked formally.Albert looked directly at me. "Eva, raise Grace knowing her father loved her more than his own survival. Tell her I tried to be better than my programming. That I failed, but I tried."Knox raised his gun."Wait." Victoria's voice cut through the dawn silence. She strode onto the platform with a laptop and files. "I have new evidence. Evidence that changes everything.""The vote is done," Hammer said. "Justice has been decided—""Justice based on incomplete information." Victoria opened the laptop. "I have been tracking X's communications for weeks. Every message sent to Albert. Every instruction. Every video of his sister." Sh

I woke strapped to a medical chair in a facility that looked like a nightmare had designed it.White walls. Surgical lights. Machines I could not identify humming around me. The restraints were titanium—no hope of breaking them. An IV dripped something clear into my arm. Not sedative. Something else. Something that made my mind sharp and alert despite wanting to fade into unconsciousness."Stimulant," a voice said from the shadows. "I need you lucid for this conversation. Aware. Present."Not Kane's distorted mechanical voice. Someone else. Smooth. Familiar. Wrong.A figure stepped into the light.I stopped breathing."No. That is impossible."Knox stood before me. Not the Knox I knew—scarred from the ambush, supposedly unconscious from tranquilizer darts. This Knox was clean, composed, wearing an expensive suit instead of his leather cut."Hello, Eva. We finally get to have an honest conversation.""You are X?" My mind rejected the information. "Knox, you are X? But you—you have been

I held my father's body for ten minutes before my phone rang.Unknown number. Of course."Touching scene," a voice said. Not Knox's voice. Not Thomas Kane's distorted machine voice. Someone new. Or someone who had been there all along. "Father and daughter reunited moments before death. Very cinematic. I almost felt moved.""Who is this?""You know who this is. Or rather, you think you do not know. But we have met, Eva. Multiple times. I have stood beside you. Worked with you. Earned your trust while planning your destruction." The voice was male, smooth, without accent or distinguishing features. Generic. Forgettable. "Knox thought he was X. Poor fool. He actually believed he orchestrated everything. But he was just another puppet. Like Catherine. Like Rebecca. Like Thomas. All of them thinking they were players when they were pieces on my board."My blood went cold. "Knox was not X?""Knox was convenient. Bitter. Easy to manipulate. I fed him resources, information, planted the idea