Todos os capítulos de Biker's Forbidden Desire: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

AXEL POV The clubhouse war room was packed.Every member of the Iron Serpents who wasn't on watch duty crowded around the table where Marco had spread out Kane's latest message.It wasn't a letter this time.It was a video."When did this come in?" I asked, my arm still around Em's waist. I hadn't let her go since the parking lot, and I wasn't planning to start now."Twenty minutes ago," Marco said. "Sent to the clubhouse email with a subject line that just said 'Tick Tock.'"Tank stood at the laptop, his massive frame tense. "You sure you want to play this with Em here?""I'm not going anywhere," Em said firmly before I could answer.Marco looked at her, then at me, then nodded to Tank. "Play it."The screen came to life.Victor Kane sat in what looked like an expensive office, everything about him radiating cold calculation. Behind him, I could see guards, professional muscle, not just MC enforcers."Hello, Marco," Kane's voice filled the room. "And hello to the lovely Emilia, wher

EMILIA POV The ride to Kane's mountain hideout took two hours.Two hours of cold wind and darker thoughts, my arms wrapped tight around Axel's waist as we carved through the night on his Harley. Behind us, a convoy of Iron Serpents followed, Marco, Tank, Jax, and six other brothers, all armed and ready for war.I wasn't supposed to be here.Marco had argued. Axel had argued harder. But in the end, I'd made it clear: Carmen was my family too, and I wasn't sitting in the clubhouse while they risked their lives to save her."You stay behind me," Axel had said, his voice hard. "You don't engage. And if things go sideways, you run. Understood?"I'd agreed because it was the only way he'd let me come.But we both knew I wouldn't run.Not if it meant leaving him behind.The cabin appeared through the trees just before dawn, exactly where Tank's research had predicted. Isolated, surrounded by pines, one access road that we'd avoided by hiking in from the back trail.We'd been smart about thi

EMIIA POV Jax and I rushed out to find the entire club gathered around Tank's laptop."What's happening?" I asked."Email from Kane," Tank said grimly. "Video attachment."My blood turned cold. "Play it.""Em, you might not want to, " Marco started."Play it," I ordered.Tank hit play.The screen filled with Carmen's face.She was bound to a chair in what looked like a basement. Concrete walls, dim lighting, no windows. Her lip was split, one eye swollen shut, bruises already forming on her face.But she was alive."Emilia," Carmen said, her voice hoarse. "Don't listen to him. Don't, "A hand appeared in frame, grabbing Carmen's hair and yanking her head back. She cried out in pain.Kane's voice, off-camera: "That's enough, Carmen. This message is for Emilia, not you."The camera shifted, showing Kane's face. Cold. Calculating. Utterly calm despite the violence he'd just inflicted."Hello again, my dear

AXEL POVI put it on speaker. "How do you know about our problems?""The Bratva knows many things," Volkov said pleasantly. "Including the location of the woman your enemy has taken."My heart stopped."You know where Carmen is," I said."We do," Volkov confirmed. "We've been watching Mr. Kane's operations with great interest. Sloppy work, really. Not like us.""Why are you calling?" I asked, though I already knew."To offer a trade," Volkov said. "You agree to my job, move my shipment across the border next month, and I give you Carmen's location. Right now. With plenty of time to mount a proper rescue."The offer hung in the air like a noose."And if I refuse?" I asked."Then you have twenty-two hours to find her yourself," Volkov replied. "Good luck with that. Though I suspect by the time you locate her, Mr. Kane will have already started removing pieces you'd rather she keep."The casual cruelty made my jaw

EMILIA POV"I've never been more sure of anything," I said. My fingers shook as I undid the first button on Axel's shirt. "I love you, Axel Cruz. And I'm tired of waiting."He froze for a second. His eyes locked on mine. Then he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. His mouth slammed against mine. Hard. His tongue pushed in deep. He tasted like whiskey and salt. I kissed him back just as rough. My hands yanked at the rest of his buttons. Some popped off and hit the floor.I shoved his shirt down his arms. He shook it off. His chest was bare now. Muscles tight. Scars everywhere. I ran my nails over his skin. He groaned into my mouth.His fingers grabbed the bottom of my shirt. He slid them up under it. His palms felt rough against my bare stomach. Hot. I sucked in a breath. My skin tingled where he touched.He broke the kiss. Looked down at me. "Lift your arms."I did. He pulled my shirt up slow. Inch by inch. His eyes followed the skin he uncovered. My ribs. My bra. Finally ove