Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Biker King: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

SableBy the day after Christmas, I had started to suspect the universe might be lulling me into complacency.That should have made me suspicious.Instead, it made me happy.Which was apparently more dangerous.The garage was busy in that low-grade, restless way it always seemed to be when nobody admitted there was real work happening. Bryce was elbow-deep in inventory sheets and muttering over part numbers like they had personally betrayed him when he mentioned needing to make a run into town.It came out casual.Too casual.Which was exactly why I pounced on it.“Can I go?”The words were out before I could pretend I hadn’t asked.Bryce looked up, not at me but over my shoulder, and before I even turned I knew exactly who he was checking with. Jarek, of course, was leaning in the office doorway pretending he hadn’t been listening to a conversation he was very clearly monitoring.Bryce lifted his brows in silent question.Jarek gave one slight nod.That was it—no discussion, no warni

JarekHospitals smelled too much like helplessness.Antiseptic. Plastic. Old coffee. Fear dressed up in fluorescent light.I had stood in rooms with bullets flying and felt calmer than I did standing beside Sable’s hospital bed, watching machines do their quiet, indifferent work around her. A monitor blinked green beside her, steady enough to keep me from tearing the whole damn place apart, but not steady enough to make breathing easy.She looked too still.That was the part my mind kept snagging on.Sable was motion. Fire. Smart mouth and stubborn chin and eyes that dared the world to swing first. Seeing her lying there with her face pale beneath bruising, a bandage near her temple, and tubes running from her arm made something cold and primitive settle beneath my ribs.Bryce stood near the door with blood still dried in the creases of his hands. Hannah had one arm around Charlie, but her gaze stayed locked on Sable like she could force the girl awake by sheer will. Marcus stood on th

JarekI looked down at the cord in my fist again. My ring. His medallion. Both of them pressed against her heart when she hit the road. The thought dug into me with teeth.“The gift,” I said.Marcus’s face tightened. “Bought it before the kiss.”That mattered.Damn him, it mattered.“You expect me to believe that?”“I don’t care what you believe.”My eyes cut to his.He sighed, then looked away like the next words cost him more than the split lip. “I ordered it before I admitted to myself why I wanted her to have it. Before the hallway. Before she kissed me. Before any of it.”“Why?”His mouth twitched, bitter and embarrassed. “Because she rides too hard when she’s upset.”I stared at him.He shrugged one shoulder, but there was no casualness in it. “She takes corners too deep. Pushes speed when her head’s loud. I noticed.”Of course he had.I should have hated that.Part of me did.The rest of me understood exactly what it was to catalog every dangerous thing about Sable because not w

JarekMorning seeped into the hospital room by degrees, a thin gray light filtering through the blinds and laying pale bars across the floor and the foot of Sable’s bed. I came awake slowly, neck cramped, shoulder burning from the angle I’d folded into the chair, mouth tasting faintly of stale coffee and bad sleep.For a moment I didn’t know where I was.Then the monitor beside her bed gave its measured pulse, and memory hit all at once.The crash.The blood.The doctor’s quiet voice saying that without the helmet she might not be here.I turned to her immediately.That had become instinct already.She hadn’t moved. Not visibly. Her face was still too pale against the pillow, bruising shadowed at the temple, dark lashes resting against skin that looked fragile in a way that made something feral in me recoil. Even her breathing, though steady, seemed too slight to belong to the woman I knew.Sable had always carried motion in her. Restlessness. Defiance. A kind of contained impact.This

MarcusThe door clicked shut behind Brian, and the hospital room felt smaller instantly. Just me, Jarek, and the steady beep of machines letting us know Sable’s heart is still going. She hadn’t moved in hours. Pale. Still. Too fucking still.Jarek stood at the foot of her bed like a man carved out of granite, fists clenched so tight the knuckles were white. His jaw worked once, twice, then the words ripped out of him low and lethal.“I’m going to kill that bitch.”Kandy. The name didn’t even need to be said. We both knew who he meant—the club whore who’d sold us out, fed info to Luke, drove the car into the back of Sable’s bike that put her in this bed.I leaned back in the plastic chair, rubbing a hand over my face. “King.”“I mean it, Marcus.” His voice was ice. “I’ll put a bullet in her skull myself. Tonight. No more games.”I let the silence stretch a beat, watching the way his shoulders bunched like he was ready to tear the whole hospital apart. I got it. Hell, I wanted it too. B