All Chapters of THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I sat across from Agent Chen, every muscle tense."You have fifteen minutes," I said. "Then I call my lawyer.""Fair enough." Chen opened a folder. "Marcus Bain. Killed at your family garage. Three bullets. Three shooters. You were there. Want to tell me what happened?""Self-defense. He threatened us. We defended ourselves. There were multiple witnesses.""Yes. All members of your MC. All with motivation to protect you. All with reasons to lie." Chen pulled out crime scene photos. "But here is what bothers me. Marcus had no weapon on him when he died. No gun. No knife. Nothing.""He had a detonator. For bombs he planted around the garage.""Bombs that were never triggered. Bombs that were not actually live." Chen leaned forward. "So you killed an unarmed man. Three of you. And called it self-defense.""The bombs were real. We disarmed them before—" I stopped. Realized the trap. "I want my lawyer. Now. This conversation is over.""Interesting. Because I have not accused you of anythin

Mouse worked through the night.I stayed in the office with him. Watching. Learning. Praying."This is harder than I thought," he said around three AM. "FBI security is no joke. Multiple firewalls. Encryption. Monitoring systems. If I trip any alarms, they will know immediately.""Can you do it or not?""I can do it. Question is whether I can do it without getting caught." Mouse typed furiously. "And whether destroying the drive will actually help. They might have already copied it. Made backups. Standard procedure.""So we destroy those too.""Easier said than done. Those will be on isolated systems. Air-gapped. No internet connection. Physically impossible to hack remotely.""Then we go in person. Break into FBI headquarters. Destroy the backups manually."Mouse stopped typing. Stared at me. "Did you just suggestwe break into a federal building? Are you actually insane?""Probably. But do you have a better idea?""Yes. We run. We disappear. We start over somewhere the FBI cannot fin

The federal holding cell was exactly as uncomfortable as I remembered.Concrete walls. Steel bench. Single toilet in the corner. And the constant hum of fluorescent lights that made sleep impossible.I had been here for eighteen hours. No charges filed yet. No arraignment. Just endless waiting while Agent Chen built her case.Razor and Hammer were in separate cells. I could not see them. Could not communicate. Could not coordinate our defense.Classic divide and conquer tactics.The door finally opened. Marcus Webb entered, carrying his expensive briefcase and an expression that said he was done with my nonsense."Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?" he asked without preamble."Nice to see you too, counselor.""This is not funny, Jenna. Breaking into a federal suspect's property. Retrieving evidence. Fleeing the scene. Agent Chen has enough to charge you with obstruction, conspiracy, and about twelve other federal crimes." Webb sat across from me. "And that is before we

I found Mae in her room. Reading. Peaceful.That peace shattered when she saw my face."What happened?"I told her everything. Colt's diagnosis. His reasoning. His lies upon lies.When I finished, Mae was quiet for a long time."Do you want my honest opinion?" she finally asked."Always.""Colt was wrong. To lie. To fake his death. To make that choice without you. All of it was wrong." Mae set down her book. "But I also understand why he did it. Because I would have done the same thing if I thought I was dying. Would have pushed away everyone I loved to spare them the pain of watching me fade.""That does not make it right.""No. But it makes it human. Flawed. Understandable." Mae patted the bed beside her. "Sit. Let me tell you a story."I sat."When Colt's stepfather was dying—the man he thought was his real father—he tried to hide it from everyone. Refused treatment. Refused help. Just worked himself to death in that garage because he did not want to be a burden." Mae's voice was t

Three days after the release, the world was still reeling.Seventeen politicians resigned. Forty-two law enforcement officers were suspended. Dozens of businessmen were under investigation.And the Devil's Reign MC was at the center of it all.We were heroes to some. Villains to others. Whistleblowers. Criminals. Patriots. Traitors.Depending on who you asked.But one thing was certain. We had changed the conversation. Made corruption the story instead of our alleged crimes.The FBI called. Not Agent Chen. Someone higher up. Deputy Director."Ms. Carter, this is Deputy Director James Morrison. No relation to Agent John Morrison. I would like to meet. Discuss your situation. See if we can find a resolution that works for everyone.""What kind of resolution?""The kind where you do not go to prison. And we get your cooperation in prosecuting the corrupt officials in that database." His voice was smooth. Professional. "I think we can help each other.""I am listening.""Come to FBI headq