All Chapters of THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Two weeks passed in a blur of adjustment and awkwardness.Colt kept his promises. He gave me space. Never pushed. Never demanded. But I felt his eyes on me constantly, watching, waiting for me to break.Maybe I was already broken.The nightmares came every night. I woke screaming, disoriented, thinking Derek was standing over me or Viper had me locked in that cell. Each time, I heard Colt's footsteps in the hallway. He never came in. Just waited outside my door until my breathing steadied."I am here," he would say through the wood. "You are safe."Then he would leave.On the fifteenth night, I could not take it anymore. I opened the door while he was still standing there."Stay," I said. "Please. Just sit with me until I fall asleep."He did not hesitate. He came in, sat in the reading chair across the room, and stayed silent while I climbed back into bed."Talk to me," I said. "About anything. I just need to hear your voice."So he talked. About the club. About repairs to the compou

The clubhouse felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.Thirty men, all armed, all angry, all looking for someone to blame. I stayed in my room, away from the chaos, but I heard everything through the thin walls."It is the feds," someone said. "They are picking us off one by one.""Or it is what is left of the Serpents," another voice argued. "Revenge for Viper.""Maybe it is the Iron Brotherhood. They think they are owed more territory."Theories flew like bullets, each one more paranoid than the last.Colt's voice cut through it all. "Enough. We do not know anything yet. Speculation helps nobody.""So what do we do?" Razor demanded. "Sit here and wait for them to pick us off?""We find Tommy. And we find whoever took him." Colt's tone left no room for argument. "Hammer, pull traffic cam footage from Highway 9. See if we can track where his bike went. Razor, call our contacts in the police department. See if anyone saw anything. The rest of you, gear up. If this is an attack, we

I could not sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw William Cross's smile. Heard his threat. Seventy-two hours. Sixty-eight now.At three in the morning, I gave up and went downstairs.The clubhouse was quiet. A few men played cards in the corner, keeping watch. They nodded at me but said nothing.I found Mae in the kitchen, drinking tea."Could not sleep either?" she asked."No." I sat across from her. "Mae, can I ask you something? About my father?"Her expression shifted. "What do you want to know?""The night before he died. Did he say anything strange? Give you anything to hold onto?""Why are you asking?""Please. It is important."Mae was quiet for a long moment. Then she stood, gesturing for me to follow.She led me upstairs to a storage room I had not noticed before. Inside were boxes. Decades worth of MC history."Your father's things are here," Mae said. "After he died, nobody wanted to deal with them. So I packed everything up. Been meaning to sort through it, but..." Sh

The tech guy—a skinny kid named Mouse—worked fast.He copied the flash drive, altered files, replaced names and dates with useless information. The fake looked perfect."Cross will not know until he opens it," Mouse said. "And by then, you will be long gone.""Good work." Colt handed him cash. "Now disappear. If this goes bad, I do not want you caught up in it."Mouse left.Colt turned to me, holding up the fake flash drive. "You give him this. The second you do, our guys move in. We will have snipers positioned. Vehicles ready. You will not be alone for more than thirty seconds.""What about Tommy?""Hammer is tracking Cross's location through cell signals. The second we confirm Tommy's position, we extract him. Simultaneous rescue." Colt's eyes were hard. "Cross wants to play games? We will show him what happens when you mess with my family."At eleven thirty, we left for the coordinates Cross provided.An abandoned factory. Of course.Colt and ten of his men spread out, taking posi

Two weeks after Colt's funeral, I stood in front of the entire Devil's Reign MC.Fifty men. All watching me. Waiting.Razor spoke first. "The club needs a leader. Colt did not name a successor. So we vote." He paused. "I nominate myself."Hammer nodded. "Seconded.""Anyone else?" Razor looked around.Silence.Then I spoke. "I nominate myself."Every head turned. Shocked. Disbelieving."You?" Crystal laughed. "You are not even a member. You are just—""The woman Colt died for." My voice was steel. "The woman who exposed William Cross. The woman who saved six trafficking victims and brought down a corrupt federal agent." I met each person's eyes. "I earned my place here. Whether you like it or not."Razor looked uncomfortable. "Jenna, I respect what you did. But leading an MC is different. You need experience. Connections. Respect.""I have all three." I pulled out papers. "These are contracts with every allied club in three states. I spent the last two weeks negotiating. They will suppo