Todos los capítulos de Kidnapped by The Biker Gang Leader: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Selene’s POVThe air inside the shack was thick with tension, almost physical. Every shadow seemed alive, every creak a threat. Kane’s presence loomed, calculated and cold, like a predator circling its prey. I pressed myself closer to Cassius, letting the heat of his body steady me. My shoulder throbbed, but that pain was nothing compared to the fear twisting in my stomach.Kane’s eyes flicked over me again, slow and deliberate, as if he could read me like an open book. “You don’t even know what you’re holding,” he said softly. “But I do. And I’ll get it, one way or another.”Cassius’s jaw clenched. “You’ll get nothing. Not her, not the ledger, not a damn thing.”Kane smiled, a predator’s curl of lips. “Such confidence. I almost admire it. Almost.”He took another step forward, deliberately slow, making every movement count. My fingers tightened on Cassius’s arm. My pulse raced so hard I thought he’d feel it through my grip.“Selene,” Cassius whispered, eyes dark, “stay close. Don’t b

Selene’s POVThe road disappeared behind us as dawn bled slowly into the sky.Cassius drove like he was racing something invisible. One hand on the wheel, the other resting near his gun, eyes constantly scanning mirrors and shadows. The bike’s engine had long been swapped for an old truck, unremarkable, and forgettable, exactly the kind of thing he trusted.I pressed my forehead to the cold window, watching trees blur past. Every bump sent a sharp reminder through my shoulder, but I didn’t complain. Pain was grounding. It reminded me I was still here.Still alive.“Are you fading?” Cassius asked quietly.“No,” I said, even though my eyelids felt heavy. “Just…thinking.”“That can be worse than bleeding,” he muttered.I almost smiled.The safe place wasn’t what I expected. No guards. No lights. No roaring engines or shouting men. Just an old cabin tucked deep into the woods, half-swallowed by ivy and time. It looked forgotten.Cassius cut the engine and listened.For a long moment, the

Selene’s POVKane chose the place.That alone told me everything I needed to know.The restaurant sat on the edge of nowhere, all glass and steel, pretending to be civilized while surrounded by desert that could swallow bodies without blinking. Soft lights. Linen napkins. Men in tailored suits who didn’t look at my shoulder wound, or at Cassius’s gun, because they already knew where both were.Cassius’s hand brushed the small of my back as we entered.Not to guide me.To remind everyone whose shadow I stood in.Kane was already seated.He rose when he saw me, smiling like this was a date instead of a potential execution. Mid-forties. Calm eyes. No visible weapons. The kind of man who didn’t need them.“Selene Carter,” he said warmly. “You look exactly like your father did when he realized he’d won.”Cassius stiffened.I didn’t.“That’s funny,” I replied, sliding into the chair across from him. “He usually looked like someone waiting to be shot.”Kane’s smile widened. “Ah. There she is

Selene’s POVThe message waited until morning.I knew because I woke up already tense, like my body had been bracing for impact all night. Sunlight crept through the narrow window, painting pale lines across the floor. The compound was quiet again—always quiet after something dangerous happened, like the world was holding its breath.My phone lay on the nightstand.Face down.I didn’t touch it right away.I showered. Dressed. Counted my breaths. Every movement felt deliberate, rehearsed. Control is a performance, my father used to say. Do it well enough and people forget you’re afraid.Finally, I flipped the phone over.Unknown Number:Good morning, Selene.Did you sleep?My stomach tightened.I didn’t reply.I stepped into the hallway. Guards nodded as I passed. Respectful. Curious. Word travels fast in places like this—especially when a woman walks out of a devil’s dinner alive.Cassius was waiting near the stairs, coffee in one hand, jaw tight like it had been all night.“You’re up

Selene’s POVThe second message didn’t come with a name.It came with a photograph.I didn’t open it right away. I knew—knew—that once I did, something would be finished. Not solved. Not resolved.Finished.Cassius walked beside me as we moved down the corridor, his hand hovering at my back like he was afraid I might dissolve if he let go completely. The compound felt different now. Not just aware of me.Alert.People were watching doors instead of each other. Guns sat a little closer to hands. Conversations died when Cassius passed.Predators recognizing a shift in the food chain.“What did Kane do?” Cassius asked quietly.“He didn’t do this,” I replied.He stopped walking. “Selene.”I stopped too. Turned to face him.“That message,” I said. “The second one. It’s not Kane.”His eyes sharpened. “How do you know?”“Because Kane likes credit,” I said. “And because this doesn’t feel like him.”I pulled the phone out.The photo loaded instantly.I sucked in a breath so sharp it hurt.Cass