All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

  Sable By Thursday morning, I had developed a shadow. Not a particularly subtle one either. Mine was six-foot-something, tattooed, heavily armed, wearing a President patch, and apparently incapable of pretending he wasn’t following me every time I moved. At first, I let it go because I knew exactly why Jarek was doing it. He had spent most of Wednesday night pretending the questions Marcus uncovered weren’t eating at him while checking in with Nixx and Benny, reviewing the clubhouse cameras, and asking whether anyone else had called with more information. Then we woke up Th

  Sable By the time we finally made it upstairs that night, I was exhausted from spending several days waiting for something to happen. For once, I was tired of thinking about it. Marcus closed the bedroom door while Jarek tossed his phone onto the dresser. I kicked off my boots and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him hang his cut over the chair. The last few days had left all three of us wound too tight. Jarek crossed the room and stopped between my knees, his hands settling on my thighs while I tipped my face toward him. 

SableFor a second, Marcus saying Jarek had been gone over an hour didn’t sound alarming.It sounded annoying.I lowered the towel from my hair and glanced toward the clock on the nightstand, doing the math in my head. The store was maybe five minutes away, which meant ten minutes of driving total. Even if Jarek had taken his time wandering the aisles, decided Marcus needed six different kinds of ice cream sandwiches, and stood there debating which raspberry sherbet I wanted, he probably should have been back already.Probably.That still didn’t mean something had happened.“He could’ve stopped downstairs before he left,” I said. “Maybe somebody caught him and wanted to talk.”Marcus was still looking at his phone. “He definitely left the clubhouse.”“How do you know?”“I texted him right after he walked out because I remembered I wanted the chocolate-covered ice cream sandwiches instead of the regular ones.” He turned the screen toward me. “He answered from the parking lot.”I leaned

 MarcusBy the time we reached the grocery store, Jarek had been gone long enough that every excuse we had made upstairs was starting to feel thin.Sable killed her engine beside me and immediately scanned the parking lot, her eyes moving over every row of cars before settling on the front entrance.“He could still be here.”“Yeah.”She looked at me. “You don’t believe that.”“I believe we check before we decide anything.”That was all either of us had right now. Check what we knew. Follow the route. Find the point where normal stopped being normal.Stone and Bryce pulled in behind us while Nixx and Benny arrived less than a minute later. Nixx was already heading toward the store entrance with Benny beside him, both of them focused on getting whatever camera footage they could before we even had to ask.Sable stayed with me.We alr

SableBy morning, the clubhouse no longer looked like a clubhouse. It looked like a command center that happened to have a bar.Maps covered two tables while Nixx and Benny worked across three laptops, camera feeds and traffic records filling the screens. Stone was going through every business along Ortega that might have caught a vehicle leaving the area, and Bryce had a legal pad full of names and phone numbers. Marcus had been moving between all of them for hours, assigning routes, checking updates, and making sure nobody doubled back over ground somebody else had already covered. Nobody had gone home, and neither had I.I had changed out of the clothes I wore when we found Jarek’s bike, but his grocery bag still sat on the counter near me. I didn’t know why I brought it back. The sherbet had melted hours ago, the ice cream sandwiches were useless, and the chips were probably the only thing in the bag that hadn’t been ruined. I still couldn’t make myself throw any of it away.“Head