All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

“God, I’m so sick of this place,” Hazel muttered, wiping her greasy hands on her coveralls. She leaned against the toolbox and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face.Lena was under the hood of Mr. Henderson’s old Ford, laughing. “Tell me about it. Another day, another busted radiator in this dead-ass town.”Hazel glanced around the empty shop. It was almost closing time. No customers. Just the two of them.She lowered her voice even though nobody was around. “You know who came in yesterday? Jax. Again.”Lena poked her head up, eyebrows raised. “Reaper? The Iron Sons guy? Shit, Hazel.”“Yeah.” Hazel bit her lip, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. “He was wearing that tight black shirt. Arms all tatted up. I swear I almost dropped the wrench when he looked at me.”Lena snorted. “You’ve got it bad. He’s trouble. Like, actual dangerous trouble.”Hazel shrugged, her cheeks warming. She stepped closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I don’t care. If he ever decided to kidnap m

Hazel stood there staring at the locked door like an idiot. The gunshot still rang in her ears. One shot. Sharp. Then more yelling, more bikes revving up like the whole place was about to explode.“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, pacing in a tight circle. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.She ran to the desk and yanked the drawers open. Papers, a half-empty pack of cigarettes, a knife. She grabbed the knife and held it tight. It felt stupid in her hand. What was she gonna do, stab a whole motorcycle club?Outside, the shouting got louder. Male voices. Angry. She couldn’t make out the words but it didn’t sound good. Then another engine roared and slowly everything got quieter. Too quiet.Hazel pressed her ear to the door again. Nothing.She thought about opening it. Just cracking it a little. But Jax’s words kept playing in her head: Don’t open it for anybody but me.“Fuck him,” she muttered. Still, she didn’t touch the lock.Minutes dragged by. Ten. Maybe fifteen. She sat on the edge