Todos os capítulos de RISE OF THE BIKER QUEEN: Her protector, Her ruin: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

DANTE’S POVThe photograph was older than it looked. While the edges had faded badly with time and the paper carried significant water damage near one corner, the faces remained clear enough for someone to recognize but one of those faces should not have been there.I stared at Vivianne silently from across the image and a deep cold settled in my chest. She looked young, beautiful, and vibrant, standing beside three Kingshade officials during what appeared to be a formal gathering near the border territories.It was impossible, or perhaps just inconvenient.I leaned back into the worn archive chair, allowing the scent of dust and decaying paper to settle all over me. It all felt heavy as thunder rolled faintly outside the estate walls. If this photograph was authentic that means Vivienne had been lying to all of us for years.A quiet knock at the heavy oak door interrupted my thoughts."Come in," I commanded.Jax entered, with a glaring irritation that I immediately found interesti

LENA’S POVWe came back from the mission all geared up. The night air clung to us like a second skin. We smelled of smoke, burnt rubber, and the metallic tang of cold, midnight air. We barely stepped foot on the estate grounds before Jax’s hand caught my arm. His grip was firm and insistent.He didn't head for the front door. He turned left and dragged me toward the detached garage."Jax?" I asked. My voice was breathless. "What are you doing? We need to…"He didn't answer. He just kept walking.His boots crunched against the gravel as he backed me into the dim, cavernous space and the hard edge of the workbench bit into the back of my thighs. My breath hitched as hands slammed into the wood on either side of my hips and locked me in his space. "We should go inside," I whispered. My heart was racing and it had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with him standing so close to me. "Do you want to?" he asked and I didn't answer. I couldn't."Then we're staying here,

LENA’S POV"Tell me who sent it," Jax demanded with a razor sharp voice. He blocked my path to the door and shoulders were rigid. He looked frightened, almost ready to break something."I told you," I said. "I don't know.""An anonymous sender? In a house this guarded?""I don't know, Jax!" I pushed past him, but he caught my wrist with an iron grip. It was possessive, holding me in place while my heart hammered against my ribs."You're lying," he said."I don't need you to believe me." I replied."I need you to stay alive." The way he said it almost made my whole being soften. "Is that why you're holding me?" I looked at him, ready to scream and collapse. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and never come out."You're obsessed with the message," I continued. "You're not even looking at what it means. Vivienne is there in the shadows and you're refusing to act because she's your mother. We're just circling the same drain.""You're catastrophizing."I laughed, a jagged and hollow s

LENA’S POVThe estate went silent like a tomb. It felt too cold as i stood in my bedroom and stared at the massive mahogany wardrobe. Something was wrong. The air in the room felt stagnant and wrong which made me to step forward and push.The wood groaned and slid aside.The wall behind it wasn't solid, it was a seam which looked like a frame but in reality it was a door.I didn't call for backup neither did I reach for my radio. I pulled out my weapon and clicked on my flashlight. The beam cut through the dark like a blade and that was when I pushed the door open.A passage stretched before me, narrow and ancient. The walls were almost leaking with water, but it was very visibly damp. I stepped inside and the first thing that hit me was the thick smell of wet earth and copper in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs. ‘Risk assessment,’ I said to swallow the fear rising up within me. ‘This is a tactical suicide and a private nightmare.’I followed the tracks, and the floor

LENA'S POV I shouldn’t have come down for dinner. My body still ached from training with Jax earlier, and my mind would not stop spinning with questions. But Dante said everyone had to eat together, and I understood that he had his reservations about Vivianne so I pulled on a simple black dress and walked into the dining room. The lights were low and warm and Vivienne sat at one end of the long table, smiling like always. Dante was at the head, looking tired but trying to hide it and Jax sat across from me with his jaw tight, and eyes cold like they had been since that night in the garage. He barely looked at me. “Glad you could join us, Lena,” Dante said, his voice rough but kind. “How was training today?” “It was fine,” I muttered, sliding into my seat. My eyes kept moving to Vivienne who looked perfect as usual. Her hair was pinned up neatly, smile soft. But something about her made my skin crawl lately. We ate in heavy silence at first. Forks scraped plates, wine glasses clin