All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

  Jarek They moved me before sunrise. At least I thought it was before sunrise. The room was dark when the guards came in, and the narrow window showed nothing but black. Time had become unreliable enough that every guess about the calendar felt like bullshit. The smoker unlocked the chain around my waist while I kept my head down. The younger guard stayed near the door with his gun already out, even though I was still cuffed to the chair and drugged enough that my legs had been numb for the last half hour. Mateo had changed the rules after the Daggers got too close to the last place. Good. Fear made people change routines, and changed routines created mistake

Marcus By Day Eleven, exhaustion had stopped being something any of us discussed. Nobody asked whether I had slept because the answer was obvious. Sable’s eyes were red around the edges, Max had started drinking coffee like it was water, and even Nixx and Benny had lost the ability to pretend they were running on anything except caffeine and spite. The clubhouse smelled like stale food, printer paper, leather, and too many people who had been wearing the same cuts for too many hours. We were still moving. That was the only part that mattered. The northern branch Benny isolated had give

SableNobody celebrated when Nixx said we had found him. The clubhouse changed shape around the words instead. Chairs scraped back, weapons came out, and radios, magazines, keys, and maps started moving from hand to hand. We had an address strong enough to bet lives on, but every person in that room understood what still stood between us and Jarek.Marcus started assigning people before the silence fully broke. “Stone, pull the old building plans. Max, split Doom between the loading side and the northern exit. Nixx, kill that camera before we get close. Benny, stay here and keep every feed you can reach open.”The room reorganized itself around him so quickly it would have been easy to miss the way his hand shook once when he reached for the magazine beside mine. I saw it. He saw me notice. Neither of us said anything because there was nothing useful to say.I looked down at Jarek’s wedding band on my thumb. I had worn it there since Calderon because taking it off had felt impossible,

 Marcus Two words were all it took to crack something open in me. For fourteen days, I had imagined finding Jarek a hundred ways, and none prepared me for him looking at me from that chair like I had only been gone ten minutes.  I crossed the room before I realized I was moving. Sable shifted off his lap enough to give me space. I caught the back of Jarek’s neck, leaned down, and pressed my forehead against his. He was warm, breathing, and here, and everything I had held together for the club, for Sable, and for myself cracked at once. My hand shook against his neck until Jarek breathed out slowly and asked, “Miss me?”

  Marcus The monitor betrayed him before his face did. Jarek watched the open doorway after Sable disappeared, expression controlled enough that anyone else might have missed it. I caught the way his fingers curled into the blanket and the tiny shift in his breathing when footsteps passed in the hallway without stopping. The number on the monitor climbed from eighty-four to ninety-three, then crossed one hundred before I said his name. “Jarek.” “I’m fine.”