บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Ruthless Biker: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I went closer to her, trying to put myself in front of her as I held her hand. “Ava, breathe.”She shook her head, yanking her hand away as she broke down in tears. “I can’t believe… after all these years.”Seeing her in tears made me regret telling her anything. “I’m sorry.”“Why didn’t they come back for me?” she asked, her eyes flooding with tears as she turned her back towards me, as though she could hide all the emotions consuming her.At that moment, I really wished I had an answer to her question, something that could ease even a fraction of the pain she was experiencing. But there was no explanation I could give her that would magically repair years of abandonment, confusion, and grief.“I don’t know.”“Did I ever matter to them?”“There are reasons why these things happen, Ava.”She turned around sharply, tears running freely down her cheeks. “That’s not an answer.”“I know.”“Then give me one.” Her voice cracked as she pressed a trembling hand against her chest. “You just to

I hated the timing of the Feds’ arrival. Of all the moments they could have chosen to show up at the Pit, they had walked into the middle of a dead man’s bloodshed, a grieving club, and a wooden box that contained enough evidence to bury every one of us if they decided to look hard enough.Mercer stepped forward with several agents behind him, his gaze moving across the men before settling on the box.“What’s inside?”Nobody answered.Drex was still standing beside it, his hands clenched tightly around the edges.Drex looked at me, then at the agents. Before anyone could stop him, he bent down and grabbed the box.“What the hell is in it?” Mercer demanded.“Fuck off,” Drex muttered.He tried to carry it toward the back of the building, but two agents immediately moved to block his path.“Put it down.”Drex tightened his grip. “It’s none of your business.”Mercer walked closer. “Whatever is inside that box becomes my business the moment you made it look like something illegal is on it.

Knox and his family’s burial took place without delay. We thought about cremating the bodies and holding a small burial gathering in an old cemetery, near a chapel in Greystone. The urns are set in front of us, as we all gathered around. Drex was not as strong as he used to be. His tears rolled down uncontrollably after giving a goodbye speech like everyone else. Rafe stood beside him, trying to calm him down. Everyone else seemed rather pale and sad, even Ava. I guessed she got to know Knox long enough to feel the same pain and heartbreak we were all experiencing.I mean, who wouldn’t love a man like Knox.And as for me, I couldn’t wait to be done here so that I could burn down everything bishop owned, everything that I didn’t set on fire the last time, including Bishop himself.But first, giving Knox and his family a peaceful burial mattered the most. The evening’s air brushed against my face as I stepped towards the urn, dry grass crunching beneath my boots as I put down Knox’

We arrived quietly into Bishop’s old industrial compound converted into a clubhouse on the outskirts of Greystone. From where I and the others hid admist the darkened woods, the front was guarded by four men, their backs turned to us. They weren’t necessarily guarding the place with the way they were busy drinking themselves to stupor at such an ungodly hour.Whatever they were doing or distracted by was to our own advantage. They wouldn’t see us coming with all that chatter they were having. Grim stared at me, that was him asking if we could make a move already. I raised a hand to him and the others, “Wait,” I said, watching Bishop’s men laugh like they had won a lottery.I guessed killing one of my brothers made them feel elated. “What now?” Drex whispered behind me, obviously impatient. When I turned back to him, his pistol was raised in midair, ready to shoot some brains off. “Hold on.” The words left my mouth firmly, and Drex knew better than to counter my order. Although, his

The celebration continued inside the house. I remembered the last time I came here was the night I became an enforcer of the club. We came here as a family to celebrate me. And here we are again, honoring the death of Knox and celebrating the death of Bishop.Drex popped open a bottle of whiskey across the room, interrupting my thoughts. I sat on one of the cushions, watching Drex fill up the glass of everyone. Then he finally got to me, “Nah, I’ll pass.” I said, and just then Ava and Mara walked out of the kitchen, with a glass of orange juice in their hands.“Is it just me? Or Mara actually wants to skip alcohol for juice?” Jett said teasingly.“Shut up, Jett.” Mara shot back.Ava laughed, coming to sit down beside me. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her, “You want one too?” She asked, sipping on her drink, her eyes still watching me through the rim of the glass.“I want you.” I said, studying her face and the way her cheeks turned slightly pink in seconds. I’d never known her to o