CHAPTER 1: ACCIDENTAL WITNESS

POV ESMERAYThe dampness of Blackridge had a way of seeping into your bones, but tonight, the exhaustion was even heavier. My shift at the hospital had been a twelve-hour chaotic nightmare of sirens, screaming patients, and the smell of antiseptic. All I wanted was to feel my sheets against my skin. My car was still at the mechanic, and although I knew that walking alone at two in the morning was practically a death sentence in this neighborhood, my tired brain made me take the shortcut through the alley on 4th Street.Rookie mistake. A mistake that was about to cost me everything.Halfway through the darkness, a metallic sound made me stop dead in my tracks. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, feeling the grime through my thin nursing scrubs. The shadows projected onto the asphalt under the flickering light of a dying streetlamp that hummed like a sick insect. My heart began to drum a frantic rhythm against my ribs.—Don't do it, Ruan... please, we’re brothers...— The voic

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CHAPTER 2: THE DEVIL’S DEN

POV ESMERAYThe roar of the engine was the only thing filling the void where my sanity used to be. I was pressed against Ruan’s back, my hands trembling as I gripped the leather of his jacket. I didn’t want to touch him. I wanted to throw myself off the bike and run until my lungs gave out, but the speed at which we were cutting through the fog of Blackridge made that a suicide mission.Ruan Montague didn't drive like a normal man; he drove like he owned the asphalt, like the laws of physics didn't apply to a king of his stature. Every time he leaned into a curve, my body was forced to press tighter against his. He was like a wall of solid muscle, radiating a heat that felt oppressive in the chilly night air. I could feel the rhythmic vibration of the motorcycle through my thighs, a constant reminder of the raw power between his legs—and the raw power he now held over my life.I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of the knife, the blood, and the lifeless look in Marcus’s ey

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CHAPTER 3: GOLDEN CAGE

POV ESMERAYThe sound of the heavy oak door locking from the outside echoed in the room like a gunshot. I stood frozen against the wall, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The silence that followed was even worse than the roar of the motorcycle; it was heavy, suffocating, and filled with the presence of the man standing just a few feet away from me.Ruan didn't look at me. He moved with a terrifyingly calm efficiency, tossing his leather vest onto a chair and beginning to unwrap the black tape from his knuckles. His hands were large, scarred, and steady—the hands of a man who dealt in violence as easily as I dealt in bandages and IV drips.—The bathroom is through that door— he said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the small space. —There are towels and a shirt you can wear. Use them. You smell like the hospital and the street, and I don't want either in my bed.—I’m not getting into your bed, Ruan— I snapped, the fear finally giving way

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CHAPTER 4: TOUCH OF A SINNER

POV ESMERAY I didn't sleep. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, the roar of Ruan’s motorcycle or the metallic sound of his blade echoed in my mind. I stayed curled at the very edge of the king-sized bed, clutching the black sheets as if they were a life raft, acutely aware of the steady, deep breathing of the man lying only a few feet away. Ruan Montague was a storm even when he was silent, a predator that didn't need to move to let you know he could destroy you. When the first rays of gray light began to filter through the steel bars of the window, the door to the room swung open with a bang. —Prez! We’ve got trouble at the south docks. The Vipers are moving in on the shipment— a gravelly voice shouted from the hallway. Ruan was out of bed before I could even blink. His reflexes were inhuman. He didn't look at me as he grabbed a clean shirt and his leather vest, his movements sharp and precise. —Stay here, Esmeray— he commanded, his voice thick with sleep but laced with ste

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CHAPTER 5: MARK OF THE PHANTOM

POV ESMERAYI had exactly ten minutes to process the ghost of Ruan’s touch before the door swung open again. This time, it wasn't Ruan. It was a man I hadn’t seen before—tall, with a jagged scar running through his lip and a vest that identified him as the ‘Vice President.’—Move it, sunshine. Prez wants you downstairs. And don't make me drag you— he barked, his eyes scanning me with a cold indifference that made me shiver.I didn't argue. I had learned quickly that in The Vault, silence was my only armor. I followed him down the creaky stairs, my heart drumming against my ribs. The clubhouse was louder now, the air thick with the smell of stale beer, heavy exhaust, and the underlying tension of an impending storm.When we reached the main hall, the sea of leather and denim parted. Ruan was standing by the pool table, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and his other resting casually on the hilt of a knife tucked into his belt. He had changed into a fresh black shirt, but the way he m

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All Chapters of Claimed by the Ruthless Biker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 1: ACCIDENTAL WITNESS

CHAPTER 2: THE DEVIL’S DEN

CHAPTER 3: GOLDEN CAGE

CHAPTER 4: TOUCH OF A SINNER

CHAPTER 5: MARK OF THE PHANTOM