All Chapters of THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Two weeks after Chen's arrest, Mouse made a discovery."I have been analyzing our security logs. Looking for how Chen got our witness information. And I found something. Something bad.""How bad?""There was a backdoor in our system. Installed six months ago. Giving someone remote access to all our files. All our communications. Everything."My blood ran cold. "Who installed it?""That is the thing. The code signature is encrypted. Hidden. But I managed to trace it. And you are not going to like the answer.""Just tell me."Mouse pulled up the data. Showed me the evidence. The timestamps. The digital fingerprints. Everything."It was Tommy."I stared at the screen. Not believing. Not wanting to believe.Tommy. The prospect I saved. The one I trusted. The one who protected James Moretti. The one who seemed so loyal.A traitor. A mole. Working for Chen this whole time."Are you sure? Could this be a mistake? Could someone have framed him?""I triple-checked. It is him. He installed the

Paranoia does not announce itself.It does not arrive with a loud noise or a dramatic moment. It seeps in. Through the cracks. Through the silences. Through the look someone holds half a second too long or the conversation that dies when you enter a room. It is invisible and it is everywhere and once it starts it does not stop on its own.I watched it move through the compound over the next twenty-four hours like smoke under a door.Members who had fought side by side for years started watching each other from the periphery of their vision. Conversations in the common hall dropped to murmurs. The easy laughter that had always filled that space went thin and uncomfortable. People who used to move freely through each other's spaces started staying in clusters. Small, familiar, tight.The trust was breaking. And I had not even told them the full truth yet.Mae found me in the corridor outside my office at seven in the evening. She did not knock. She did not ask permission. She walked up

Lying beside someone you love when you are carrying a secret is its own particular kind of suffering.Not because the secret changes how you feel. But because the feeling makes the secret heavier. Every breath they take beside you is a reminder of what you are protecting and what you are risking and how fine the line is between the two.I lay in the dark beside Colt and stared at the ceiling and felt everything.His warmth. The slow rise and fall of his chest. The weight of his hand resting loosely near my shoulder. The way the room felt safer when he was in it, which was irrational and true at the same time.And underneath all of it, like a current running under still water, the question I kept trying to silence.Could it be him?I did not want to think it. I hated myself for thinking it. But the second mole was someone close to leadership. Someone with access. Someone trusted without question.Colt had been in Arizona three days before the ambush.A supply run. Routine. Verified by

The first lie I fed Razor was small.Deliberate. Carefully constructed. Like laying the first stone of a wall you planned to build around someone without them ever feeling the ground change beneath their feet.Mouse and I spent three hours on it. Sitting in the locked tech room with coffee going cold beside us and the weight of what we were doing pressing down on everything."It has to be believable," I said. "Not perfect. Perfect is suspicious. It has to have the right amount of uncertainty in it. The kind of information that feels like it was overheard rather than prepared.""What is the message?" Mouse asked."We let Razor overhear that Morrison is moving the federal witnesses to a secondary location next week. New safe house outside the city. Small detail. Operational sounding." I looked at the screen. "If the Architect redirects resources to intercept a witness transfer that is not happening, we learn two things. We learn how fast his network responds. And we learn how many movin

We moved through the compound like a current.Quiet. Deliberate. No running. No raised voices. Nothing that would look different from any other night to someone watching from a window or a doorway.Colt took the east corridor. I took the main hall. Mouse stayed in the tech room coordinating through earpieces, tracking Razor's last confirmed location against the compound's internal camera network.Four trusted members moved to cover the exits. People I had selected carefully. People whose hardware traces Mouse had checked twice in the last hour. People who had no connection to Razor beyond the general membership.I walked with my hand near my weapon and my face completely still.Razor's room was at the end of the west wing. Corner position. He had chosen it years ago because it had two windows and a direct sightline to the main gate. At the time I thought it was the instinct of a careful man. Now I understood it differently.Two windows meant two exit options.Mouse's voice came throug