All Chapters of THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I sat in the dingy motel room, gun on my lap, staring at the man who wore Colt's face."Start talking," I said. "All of it."James Richardson lit a cigarette, studying me with eyes that were both familiar and foreign."Colt and I were born thirty-seven years ago. Twins. But our mother could not handle two babies. So she gave me up. Kept Colt." His voice was bitter. "I grew up in foster care. Bouncing from home to home. While Colt had a family. A life. Everything I should have had.""Why did no one tell me about you?""Because no one knew. Our mother never told anyone. Not even Mae. She was ashamed. Kept it secret until she died." James exhaled smoke. "I only found out I had a brother three years ago. When I did a DNA ancestry test. Found Colt's profile. Realized we were twins.""Did Colt know about you?""Eventually. I reached out. We met. Had coffee. Talked." James smiled sadly. "He wanted to build a relationship. Wanted me to meet his family. His club. But I said no.""Why?""Becaus

"Find him!" I screamed. "Search every inch of this compound. He cannot have gone far."The club mobilized within minutes. Searching. Securing. Locking down.But James was gone. Like a ghost."How did he get past our guards?" Razor demanded."I do not know. But he planned this. Every step." I stared at the note. "He used us. Used me. To confirm Colt was really dead. To make sure his crime stayed hidden.""Why would he kill his own brother?""I do not know. But we are going to find out." I pulled up James's file. Everything he had told us. "Start here. Verify every single thing he said. His background. His story. All of it."Mouse worked through the night. By morning, he had answers."James Richardson is not his real name. It is an alias." Mouse pulled up records. "His real name is Marcus Bain. Born in Oregon. Criminal record. Assault. Fraud. Identity theft.""So he is a con artist.""More than that. He is a professional. He targets wealthy families. Insinuates himself. Gains trust. The

I watched Colt's face on the screen. Older. Weathered. But unmistakably alive."If you are watching this, you found the key. And you probably hate me right now." He smiled, and it broke something inside me. "I deserve that hate. I deserve worse. But before you decide what to do, you need to understand everything."I gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white."Marcus Bain is not just a con artist. He is my half-brother. Same mother, different father. She gave him up when he was born, kept me. He grew up knowing I existed. Knowing I had the life he should have had." Colt paused, choosing his words carefully. "Three years ago, he found me. Wanted a relationship. I tried. God, I tried. But Marcus is broken in ways I cannot fix. He wanted what I had. The club. The respect. You."Mae gasped beside me. "He wanted Jenna?"Colt continued. "Marcus became obsessed with you after I showed him your photo. Said you were beautiful. Said you were wasted on me. Said he would treat you better." His

We did not go back to the compound immediately.Instead, Colt led us to a safe house twenty miles outside town. A place Marcus did not know about. Somewhere we could regroup without being seen.The police were at the garage now. Finding bodies. Finding evidence. Starting an investigation that would take months.We needed to disappear until the heat died down.Inside the safe house, everyone scattered. Tending wounds. Making calls. Processing what just happened.Colt and I stood in the kitchen. Alone. For the first time in eighteen months."Hi," he said finally."Hi." My voice was strangled. Barely recognizable."I know you probably have questions—""Questions?" I laughed, and it sounded hysterical. "Questions? You faked your death. Let me mourn you. Let me bury you. Let me rebuild my entire life around the belief that you were gone. And you want to know if I have questions?""Jenna—""Do not." I held up my hand. "Do not say my name like that. Like you have the right. You gave up that

I left Redemption Creek three days later.One bike. One bag. One destination in mind.The coast. Somewhere I could hear the ocean. Feel the wind. Remember what it was like to be free.Before I left, I said my goodbyes.Mae cried. Made me promise to call once a week. Made me promise to eat. Made me promise to come back.I promised all of it. Even though I was not sure I could keep every promise.Razor gave me a satellite phone. Encrypted. Untraceable. "Just in case."Hammer gave me a gun. Small. Concealable. "Also just in case."Riley gave me a hug. "Find yourself. We will be here."Tommy gave me a letter. "Do not read it until you are a week out. Trust me on this."And Colt. Colt gave me nothing. Just stood by his bike and watched me pack."You are leaving," he said."I am taking a break. There is a difference.""Is there? Or is this you running again?""Maybe it is. But this time, I am running toward something. Not away from it." I finished strapping down my bag. "I need time, Colt.