All Chapters of Claimed By My Father’s Outlaw : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RAINEThe burner phone felt heavy in my pocket as I walked back inside. The cartel’s message still burned in my mind. I pushed it down. One problem at a time.The main room was packed. Senior patches, road captains, and a handful of loyal prospects filled every chair and corner. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and tension. They had all come after hearing what happened at the summit. My father was alive but badly wounded. Dahlia was in chains. The club was bleeding from the inside.They needed a leader.And they were looking at me.Old Man Harris, the longest-serving member, cleared his throat. “We’ve got a situation. Vex is laid up and may not make it. Dahlia’s betrayal has split the club. We need to vote. Right now. Do we follow the bloodline… or do we find someone new?”All eyes turned to me.I stepped forward, heart hammering. Grief over Cole still sat like a stone in my chest, but I couldn’t let it show. Not here. Not now.“I’m not asking for your pity,” I said, voice stead

RAINEThe cartel didn’t wait long.Emilio Vargas called exactly twelve hours after his visit. I took the call in the war room with Isla and three of my most trusted officers listening in on speaker.“You have thirty-six hours left,” Emilio said calmly. “I suggest you have a number ready.”I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table hard. “Here’s my offer. We return thirty percent of the product value in cash within two weeks. In exchange, you give us protection on our southern routes for one year and cut all ties with Dahlia permanently.”Emilio laughed softly. “Cute. But we lost our product and our face. We want full repayment plus fifty percent interest. And we want it in seven days.”“Fifty percent?” I shot back. “That’s robbery. My father and Dahila started this mess, not me. You deal with me now. Take the thirty percent and the protection deal or risk losing everything in this territory. I’m not my father, and I certainly don’t bluff.”The line went quiet for several seconds

RAINEVex’s broadcast still echoed in my head the next morning.I called a small team together before dawn. “We have rats inside our territory. One outpost on the east border has gone quiet. We ride in hard, we ride in smart. There will be absolutely no mercy for traitors.”Twelve of us rolled out under the gray skies. I led on my newly marked bike, Isla right beside me, Sean covering our rear. The outpost was an old warehouse we used for storage. When we hit it, the guards barely had time to react.Gunfire cracked across the yard, and I dropped two men myself, moving fast and low just like Cole had taught me. Isla took out another with a precise shot. Within minutes we had full control.Inside the warehouse, we found everything.Hidden stockpiles of weapons and products that should have been logged. Coded messages on burner phones linking the lieutenants here to outside suppliers; some connected to Vex, others to what looked like cartel middlemen trying to play both sides.Two captur

RAINEThe heavy rain started just before dawn, turning the yard into mud.I called the entire club together in the main hall. Water dripped inside the room as people filed in, filling up the space. The mood was antsy and you could cut the tension into halves with a knife. The two attempts on my life with a week had everyone on edge. I stood at the front with Isla beside me.“Diego,” I called out.The mid-level lieutenant stepped forward, his hands already bound. My scouts had caught him passing messages to Vex’s people. The room fell silent and the sound of a pin would echo through“You betrayed this club,” I said, my voice clear and cold. “You fed information to my father under the pretence of being loyal to me. For that, you are banished. I considered killing you, but I’ve had enough of the bloodshed. You leave today with nothing but the clothes on your back.”Diego’s face went pale. “Please, Queen—”I raised my hand. “But your wife and children stay. They had no part in your actio

Raine’s POVThe rain had eased into a cold mist by midday, but the tension inside the compound hadn’t lifted. After the poisoned mug and the execution in the war room, the crew moved like men walking on broken glass. I needed to remind them who I was.“Full fleet maneuvers,” I announced over the comms. “Everyone who can ride, mount up. We’re showing the wavering allies what the new Iron Serpents look like.”I led from the front and two dozen bikes roared out behind me in tight formation, their new logo gleaming under the gray sky. We pushed the new machines hard along the back roads, testing coordinated night-riding protocols even though the sun was still up. The bikes handled beautifully, and I felt incredibly proud. I took them through a mock ambush drill in the old quarry, splitting the column into three units that flowed seamlessly back together.Allies from the smaller crews watching our borders stood on the ridgeline. I couldn’t see their expressions up close, but I damn hope it