All Chapters of Ride Or Ruin The Biker Who Owned My Soul: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elara’s POVThe silence after Axel read the file was heavier than the collapse I had just been through. For a few seconds, no one moved. The child who had been saved stood close to Ruin's side, watching the adults with wide, unsure eyes. But even that small presence faded from my mind. I could only think about the thing in Axel's hand and the line that had just broken through every wall I had tried to keep standing.What secrets would Viktor know?I looked at Ruin slowly. His face was completely still, which meant that his mind was moving faster than anyone else's around him. He kept looking at me, searching, questioning, and trying to fit this truth into every choice I had made in the last few weeks.The risks I had suddenly refused to take. The way I had touched my stomach without thinking, and the pieces were all there now.I swallowed, trying to force my voice to work. “Ruin…”He did not answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer until there was barely any space left between u

Elara’s POVThe sight of the detonator in Viktor’s hand froze all of us where we stood. The narrow storage tunnel suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls had already begun closing in around us. Emergency lights flickered weakly above, throwing harsh shadows across the explosives fixed along the concrete supports. There were too many charges to ignore and too little distance between us and the blast line.Mila’s hand tightened painfully around mine, and I could feel her shaking.Ruin stood slightly ahead of us, his weapon aimed directly at Viktor’s chest, but even in the tension of the moment, I could see the restraint in him. He knew the same thing I did.A single wrong move could bury every one of us.Viktor’s calm expression made the danger worse. He was not bluffing, not with this, not when his eyes kept drifting to my stomach with that same sickening awareness. “You have always been predictable when blood is involved,” he said, his tone almost conversational.Ruin’s voice came low

Elara’s POVThe smoke spread fast. Within seconds, the old storage room vanished behind a thick grey wall that stung my eyes and burnt my throat. Mila coughed beside me, and I dropped immediately to her level, pulling her close against my side while covering her nose and mouth with the sleeve of my jacket.“Stay low,” I told her.My voice came out rough but steady.Ruin was already moving through the haze, one arm reaching back until his hand found my shoulder. Even through the confusion, that single point of contact anchored me.Axel moved toward the far shelves, searching for the ventilation controls. “There should be an emergency exhaust switch,” he said.The sound of boots followed the smoke. Not many but too few for a full strike team. That was what made my stomach tighten because this was not an assault; it was a controlled entry and a message.The haze shifted just enough for a figure to step through. It wasn't Viktor but a woman. Dark tactical gear, calm expression, weapon low

Elara’s POVFor one long second after Ruin’s words, I could not breathe. The vent corridor suddenly felt too narrow, too small for the panic that rushed through me. Viktor had never wanted a clean exchange, because the sacrificed territory was never enough. He wanted Ruin trapped in surrendered ground, Axel cut off inside the locked dock gates, and me isolated with Mila in the maintenance corridors.He had turned the city itself into a battlefield, and the war had reached its climax.I gripped the comm tighter. “Ruin, listen to me.”Gunfire thundered through the line, followed by the sharp metallic scream of heavy dock machinery shifting.He was already moving. “Get Mila out through the upper vent routes,” he said.“What about Axel?”A pause, then his answer came with a grim certainty that made my stomach twist. “I am going back for him.”Of course he was.Ruin would never leave one of his own behind, not after sacrificing half his empire to keep the rest alive.“You cannot fight thro

Elara’s POVThe red targeting lasers cut across the darkness like a cage. They painted my chest, Axel’s shoulder, and Ruin’s blood-soaked body where he leaned half-conscious against me. The emergency floodlights from the eastern stacks turned the ruined dock into a harsh white battlefield, every broken beam and burning container thrown into sharp relief.Viktor stood above us on the upper crane platform, one hand wrapped around the detonator, the other hanging uselessly from the shoulder I had shot.He still looked terrifyingly in control. But I had spent too long surviving his traps to mistake posture for power.Ruin’s weight sagged harder against me.His blood was warm through my clothes, and every second I could feel him slipping further from me.I tightened my hold around him. Not again, not after everything, not when we had finally seen the heartbeat of our child.Axel moved closer, keeping himself half between us and the upper platform. “Elara,” he said quietly, “he needs pressu