All Chapters of THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I spent the next day preparing.Weapons. Backup plans. Exit strategies.But I told no one. Because if Victor Kane really did have guards watching, I could not risk tipping him off.At eleven thirty, I rode alone toward the old mining facility.The place was abandoned. Crumbling. Perfect for an ambush.I parked my bike a quarter mile away and walked in, gun drawn.Victor Kane stood in the center of the main building, illuminated by a single camping lantern.He was older than I expected. Sixty, maybe. Gray hair. Lined face. But his eyes were sharp. Alert."Jenna Carter. Finally." His voice was smooth. Cultured. "I have waited a long time for this conversation.""Start talking. You have five minutes before my people arrive.""Liar. You came alone. Just like I knew you would." He gestured to a chair. "Sit. This will take longer than five minutes.""I will stand.""Suit yourself." Victor pulled out a cigarette, lighting it slowly. "Let me start with your mother. Elizabeth Carter. Beautiful

I could not confront Mae directly. Not yet.If she was the traitor, tipping her off would be suicide. If she was innocent, accusing her would destroy our relationship.So I watched. And waited.For three days, I observed everything Mae did. Who she talked to. Where she went. What she said when she thought no one was listening.Nothing suspicious. Just a woman running a clubhouse. Cooking meals. Caring for members.But something nagged at me. A feeling I could not shake.On the fourth day, I followed her.She left the compound at midnight, driving toward the old industrial district. I kept my distance, lights off, tracking her movements.She parked outside an abandoned office building.And Victor Kane walked out to meet her.My entire world shattered.I watched from the shadows as they talked. Too far away to hear words. But their body language was clear.This was not a hostile meeting. This was familiar. Easy.They knew each other.Mae handed Victor an envelope. He opened it, nodded,

Crystal's attack came sooner than expected.Not with armies and guns. But with something far more insidious.Doubt.Three days after her escape, packages started arriving at the compound. One for each officer. Each containing the same thing.Photos. Documents. Evidence.I opened mine to find pictures of Colt. With other women. In compromising positions. Dated after I came back to Redemption Creek.My stomach twisted."It is fake," Razor said immediately, looking at his own package. "Crystal is manipulating photos. Trying to make you doubt him.""The dates are right though." I stared at one photo. Colt with a blonde woman. Outside a motel. Two weeks after I returned. "What if it is real?""Then he made mistakes. He was human." Razor snatched the photos from my hand. "Do not let her get in your head. That is what she wants."But the damage was done.I spent the next twenty-four hours questioning everything. Every memory. Every promise. Every moment I thought Colt loved me.What if I was

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost.The man who killed William Cross died without leaving evidence. No DNA. No witnesses. No leads.Just a corpse and questions nobody could answer."We start with a motive," I said, gathering the core team. "Who wanted Cross dead?""Everyone," Hammer said. "That is not a short list.""Then we narrow it. Who had access to the prison? Who could get inside his cell undetected?""Guards. Inmates. Staff." Razor pulled up files on his laptop. "That is still hundreds of people.""What about Victor?" Tommy suggested. "He had connections everywhere. Maybe he arranged it."I called Victor."Did you kill Cross?" I asked bluntly."No. Though I wish I had." Victor paused. "But I know who did."My heart stopped. "Who?""I cannot tell you over the phone. Meet me. Same place as before. One hour."He hung up."It is a trap," Razor said immediately."Maybe. But it is our only lead." I grabbed my jacket. "I am going.""Not alone you are not."We took five bikes. Ex

"You are alive." My voice was barely a whisper."Very much so." Crystal's laugh was like nails on glass. "The body you found? A girl who looked like me. Same build. Same hair. I killed her three days before the quarry. Planted my ID on her. Knew you would not check too carefully in the heat of battle.""Why? Why fake your death?""Because I wanted to see how you would react. Who you would blame. What you would do." She paused. "And you did exactly what I hoped. You exposed Cross's network. Destroyed my competition. Made room for me to rebuild. Bigger. Better. Stronger."My stomach turned. "I helped you.""Yes. You did." Crystal's voice was pure venom. "Everything you did—releasing those files, destroying those people—it all served me. You played your part perfectly.""Where are you?""Close. Watching. Waiting." She laughed. "But do not worry. I am not coming for you yet. I want you to suffer first. I want you to know that everything you built is sand. And I am the wave that will wash