Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Biker King: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

SableI didn’t stop walking until I was halfway down the hall, and even then, it wasn’t because I’d calmed down.It was because I needed air before I said something out loud that I couldn’t take back.Or worse—Something someone else could hear.“‘No one’s been up here but you,’” I muttered under my breath, the words dripping with sarcasm as I shoved the garage door open harder than necessary. “‘I’ve never brought anyone upstairs.’”I let out a sharp, humorless laugh as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of oil and metal hitting me like a reset button that didn’t quite do its job.“Yeah, okay,” I continued, grabbing a rag and a bucket without really thinking about it. “Lying sack of shit.”The words came easier the more I leaned into them, anger rising fast enough to drown out anything softer trying to push through underneath.“And I fucking—” I cut myself off, shaking my head as I dragged the bucket across the floor and filled it at the utility sink. “I basically begged him the oth

SableBy the time I made it back into the clubhouse, the irritation had settled into something quieter.Not gone.Just… contained.The kind that sat low in your chest and waited.I told myself that was better.Easier to manage.Easier to ignore.The bar was busier now than it had been earlier, the space filled with overlapping voices and the familiar hum of music threading through it all. It should’ve been grounding. It usually was. But tonight, it felt like everything was just a little too loud, a little too close, like I couldn’t quite find a place to settle.I made a straight line for the bar anyway.Hannah was behind it now, moving easily between orders, her attention split in a way that somehow never made her miss anything. She glanced up the second I approached, her expression shifting immediately.“Well,” she said, sliding a drink across to someone before turning fully toward me, “you look like you’ve been plotting someone’s murder.”I leaned my forearms against the bar.“Still

JarekThe smell of coffee hit me before anything else, strong and bitter enough to cut through the noise in my head—but not enough to quiet it.It had been sitting there since the hallway.Since the look on her face.Since the way she didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything, just walked away like she’d already decided what the truth was and didn’t need confirmation.That part irritated me more than it should have.Not because she was wrong.Because she didn’t give me the chance to prove she was.Kimberly was already talking by the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice filling the space like she’d never left, like this place belonged to her just as much as it did to me. Garrett kept pace beside her, his attention shifting from one thing to another with quiet curiosity, taking in the room, the people, the atmosphere like he was filing it all away for later.I barely registered any of it.My focus stayed somewhere else entirely.I moved toward the counter out of habit, gra

SableThe ride back should have cleared my head.It usually did. The road had always been the one place where everything quieted down, where whatever was running through my mind got drowned out by the steady hum of the engine and the wind pressing against me. It gave me something to focus on that didn’t require me to think, didn’t ask anything from me except control.Today, it didn’t do a damn thing.Marcus’s words stuck with me the entire time, circling back over and over again no matter how much I tried to push them aside.Ask the right questions.I tightened my grip on the handlebars as I leaned into the turn that brought me back toward the compound, my jaw setting as the irritation settled deeper instead of fading.“If you’ve got something to say, just say it,” I muttered to myself, the words swallowed by the helmet.I wasn’t about to sit around decoding whatever cryptic bullshit they thought counted as communication.If there was something I needed to know, they could tell me.Si

JarekThe second we cleared the doorway, the noise of the bar dropped off behind us, but the tension didn’t.If anything, it sharpened.Her arm slipped out of my grip the moment I let it loosen, and she turned on me fast, eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something hotter underneath it.“What the hell was that?” she snapped.I didn’t answer right away.Didn’t need to.Because the way she was looking at me told me everything I needed to know about what she thought had just happened.And that only pissed me off more.I stepped closer instead, slow enough that she didn’t feel crowded, but close enough that she couldn’t pretend there wasn’t something between us.“That’s what you were doing?” I asked, my voice low, controlled in a way that cost me more effort than it should have. “That your idea of a good time?”Her chin lifted immediately, stubborn and defensive.“I was having a drink,” she shot back. “Last I checked, that wasn’t illegal.”“Don’t play dumb with me.”“I’m not playing a