All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The compound was wrapped in a heavy silence the next morning. The yard had been cleared and turned into a makeshift funeral ground. Mikey’s body lay on a wooden table covered with a clean black cloth, his face unnaturally still under the gray sky. Brothers stood in a loose circle around him, heads bowed, eyes red. Some openly wept. Others stared at the ground with clenched fists, the weight of loss pressing down on all of them.Jax stood at the head of the table, shoulders slumped, eyes sunken from another sleepless night. His side still ached from the raid wound, but that pain was nothing compared to the hole in his chest. He had barely spoken since they returned from the Viper meet. The club was fracturing — arguments in the halls, blame being thrown in every direction. Hazel’s disappearance, Mikey’s death... it was too much.Dagger stepped forward, voice thick with grief. “Mikey was the heart of this club. Always cracking dumb jokes when shit got dark. Always had your back, no mat

Hazel stopped dead in the hallway, boots scraping on the dirty floor. King’s gun hung loose in his hand, but she knew how fast that could change.“Out for a walk, queen?” he said again, voice low and sharp. “Got something you wanna tell me?”She let her shoulders drop a little, like she was tired instead of wired. “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. That branding still burns like a bitch. Went out back to get some air and clear my head. You got a problem with that?”King stepped closer. The gun stayed down, but his eyes searched her face. “Alone? At this hour?”“Alone,” she said flatly. “I needed it. Every time I close my eyes I see Reaper’s face. Makes me want to put a bullet in him slower. Figured walking it off was better than punching holes in your wall.”He stared at her for a long beat. Hazel didn’t blink. Didn’t fidget. Just met his eyes like she had nothing to hide.King let out a breath that was half laugh. “You’re a cold one, you know that?” He holstered the gun but grabbed her chin, til

King kissed her hard, possessively. “Don’t make me regret trusting you.” Hazel kissed back, empty. Counting the seconds until she could put a real bullet in him. He pulled away, eyes searching her face. “You’re quiet tonight.” “Tired,” she said. “Shooting that kid took more out of me than I thought. Happy?” King grinned and slapped her ass. “Very. Get some sleep. We ride at dawn.” She nodded and headed to the room. The second the door shut she leaned against it, eyes closed. Another day. Another line crossed. She touched the snake tattoo through her shirt and winced. Still raw.  Dawn came too fast. They rode out with a small crew—King, Rico, two others, and Hazel on the back of King’s bike. The target was some Iron Sons scout dumb enough to get spotted. They caugh

King’s arm tightened around her in the dark. “Mine,” he mumbled again, half asleep.Hazel lay there stiff, burner phone burning a hole in her boot. She waited until his breathing went deep and even, then slipped out from under his arm slow as hell. He stirred but didn’t wake. She stood by the window, staring out at the lot, heart still racing from that buzz.Too close. Everything was too fucking close.Morning came with chaos. King was hyped.“Big meet tonight,” he told her over burnt coffee in the main room. “Allies from up north and east. You’re sitting at the table with me, queen. Show ‘em who’s really running shit now.”Hazel poured herself more coffee. “I’ll give ‘em ideas for the mill. Make sure they bring enough bodies but not too many. Don’t want it looking obvious.”King grinned and yanked her onto his lap right there in front of three gu

Hazel stared at the ceiling while King’s arm lay heavy across her. Sleep wasn’t happening. The mill was tomorrow night. Everything had to line up perfectly or she was dead. She slipped out from under his arm carefully, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed her face. The snake tattoo still pulled tight every time she moved. Her burner stayed dead silent in her boot. No more messages. Too risky now. Morning hit and King was wired. He dragged her to the main room where Rico and a dozen guys waited around the big table. “Final prep,” King said, slamming a map on the table. “We roll heavy tonight. Hazel’s plan. Mill. Reaper walks in, we end him. Queen here gets the kill shot if she wants it.” Hazel nodded. “I want it.” Rico met her eyes for half a second across the table. He’d come through last night—slipped something