All Chapters of Claimed By The Biker King: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

SableBy late morning the next day, four Vipers rolled through the Black Daggers gate.Brian came first, Tag behind him, followed by two patched men I recognized well enough to know their faces but not well enough to pretend we were friends. They parked together near the garage and stayed with their bikes until Stone finished checking weapons and confirming exactly who had entered the compound.Brian had kept the group small on purpose. Four men, four bikes, and two boxes of old Vipers records strapped down like they were hauling somebody’s tax returns instead of years of criminal history.It should have been simple.Jarek hated it immediately.I knew that before I even made it downstairs because Marcus texted while I was still pulling on my boots.He wants names.A second message appeared before I answered.All of them.I typed back the four names, shoved my phone into my pocket, and went down to meet Brian.Tag stood beside one of the boxes with his helmet hooked beneath one arm. I

  Jarek The next morning, Sable went downstairs at nine twelve. I knew the exact time because at nine thirteen Marcus looked over the top of his laptop and informed me she had been gone one minute. I told him I knew. He told me to stop checking. I flipped him off and went back to the tablet across my thighs. Marcus sat near the bedroom window pretending to review club accounts while actually monitoring me like a very annoying parole office

SableJarek knew something was up the second Marcus told him to put on clean jeans.Marcus had spent the last few days telling him to stay in sweatpants, take his medication on time, and stop acting like fractured ribs were a scheduling inconvenience. Suddenly insisting he get dressed made Jarek stare at both of us like we had confessed to murder.“What’s downstairs?”I sat on the edge of the dresser and pulled on my boots. “People.”“There are always people downstairs.”“Then I guess you solved the mystery.”His eyes narrowed.Marcus turned away under the excuse of finding Jarek’s cut, but I saw his shoulders move.Jarek pointed at him. “You’re laughing.”“I’m not.”“You absolutely are.”That nearly got me too.Jarek already knew Marcus and I had been planning a birthday party the night he disappeared because Marcus had confessed that much while unloading fourteen days of guilt beside his bed. What he did not know was how fast the plan had started after he walked out, or how much of

SableBy ten the next morning, Jarek had managed to say no four different ways without actually using the word.The first came when Brian told us he still had one old Vipers contact who might recognize the warning Jackal. Jarek wanted to know why Brian could not simply call the man. When Brian explained that Vic Salazar had spent years doing quiet favors for Luke and Gino and would not say anything useful over a phone, Jarek suggested Brian take Tag and Stone instead. Then I said I was going, and the room went quiet long enough for Marcus to stop pretending he had not seen the argument coming from half a mile away.Jarek sat at the war-room table with one hand wrapped around a coffee he had forgotten to drink. He looked better than he had two days ago, but there were still shadows under his eyes and a stiffness to the way he turned his upper body instead of twisting through his ribs. None of that made the expression on his face any less presidential or any less husband. Those two part

JarekThe call came at four seventeen the next afternoon.I knew the time because I had been staring at the clock when Marcus’s phone rang.Not because Sable was downstairs.Progress.Marcus answered on the second ring, listened for less than five seconds, then stood so fast the chair scraped across the floor. When I asked what happened, he looked straight at me.“Middletown Motor Works.”Everything in me changed.The Daggers owned the shop through a legitimate company handling motorcycle repair, parts, and fleet work. The front doors were closed for inventory, leaving Bryce, Smitty, and two trusted mechanics inside. The back office held years of old vendor invoices and local camera archives. At that morning’s operations briefing, we had assigned Stone and Nixx to pull those records tomorrow because two names from Mateo’s ledger appeared in old files. Enough brothers had heard that plan to make the timing a problem.Marcus put the phone on speaker, and Bryce’s voice came through over