All Chapters of Broken: Claiming her place: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Ariana’s POVI paced the scuffed linoleum outside the private room they’d turned into a makeshift ICU, boots echoing too loud in the quiet hallway. The air stank of bleach, motor oil, and the copper tang of fear no one would admit out loud.Dad’s been in there twenty minutes with Dr. Ramirez, the only doctor the club trusts. Because “whatever happens in the club stays in the club,” right? That stupid fucking code. The same code that means we can’t fly Dad to a real hospital in the city where they might actually know what this poison is. The same code that means we’re letting him die slowly in this shithole because some prospect might talk to the feds if we go outside.I mouth the words I’ve heard since I could walk.Blood in, blood out.Loyalty above life.Whatever happens in the club stays in the club.I hate it tonight. I hate every word.Finally, Doc Ramirez pushed through the door. He didn’t bow; nobody bowed to me anymore, not really, but he did dip his chin the old-school way, o

Ariana’s POVI sat in the President’s office, surrounded by the council of elders. They were all pushing me to announce my position as President, to keep the club from falling into chaos.“Ariana, you must accept your role,” one of the council members urged. “The club needs a leader, and you are the rightful one.”I sighed, my mind racing with doubts and fear. “I’m not ready,” I said, voice small. “I don’t know if I can do this.”“Ariana, you must," another council member strictly told me. "And when you do, you will need to announce your chosen Vice.”My heart skipped at the word Vice. I already knew who I wanted standing at my right hand, Liam.We had been together for three incredible years, and he had proven himself to be a worthy partner in every way. His kind heart, compassionate nature, and chivalrous ways made him the epitome of a perfect mate. And let's not forget his dashing good looks ,his flaxen hair, piercing green eyes, straight nose, and tall, strong build made him a cat

Ariana’s POVDays bled into weeks. Weeks bled into months. My life became a never-ending cycle of torment and humiliation.Once I was the Valenti-moon club princess, the old ladies kissed my cheek and the patched brothers bowed their heads when I walked past.
Now I’m the clubhouse rat.I scrub the bar until my knuckles split, cook for hang-arounds who spit in my food, haul cases of beer while they laugh and call me “Prez-killer.” If I slow down, a prospect’s belt finds my back. If I talk back, Victoire signs off worse.Every night I fall onto a cot in the storage room that smells like oil and old cum, and every morning I wake up to the sound of Liam’s bike roaring in with Elena on the back, her arms around his waist, her lips on his neck, the whole club cheering like they’re already King and Queen.Elena, with her sweet smile and pretentious charming ways, had won them over. She would soon be crowned, and I would be left with nothing.They announced it last week: Elena will be crown