All Chapters of Claimed By The Ruthless Biker: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moment I stepped inside my room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it.My breathing was uneven.Too uneven.I pressed my palms flat against the wood, shutting my eyes tightly as I forced myself to inhale.That SUV…It couldn’t have been Damian.No.I had left him behind.Greystone was miles away from the life I had run from. And yet…The moment I saw that vehicle parked across the street, every ounce of fear I had buried clawed its way back to the surface.My chest tightened painfully.Then suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I jumped so hard my shoulder slammed against the door.My heart immediately began pounding again.I stayed frozen for a second. “Who is it?” I asked cautiously.“It’s me, sweetheart.” Mara’s voice answered from the other side.I exhaled quietly before unlocking the door.Mara stepped inside, her brows already furrowed with concern.“You alright?” she asked immediately.I forced my expression to relax. “Yeah.”She crossed her arms. “I don’t be

There was no doubt in my mind that whatever Knox had whispered to Cain had something to do with Damian.I hadn’t heard enough to be certain.But the look on Cain’s face had said enough on its own.I stepped out from behind the counter and hurried after him.He was walking so fast I could barely keep up.“Cain,” I called after him.The sound of his name leaving my mouth caught me off guard.It was the first time I had actually said it out loud instead of replaying it silently in my head.And somehow…It felt strangely awkward.Cain stopped abruptly.His head turned toward me, and for the briefest second, I caught surprise flash across his face.Like he hadn’t expected me to say his name at all.I ignored it.“Did you find anything about the stalker?”His expression hardened instantly.“You mean Damian Cross?”My entire body stiffened. I stared at him as my mouth parted slightly in shock.How the hell—Cain turned and resumed walking toward his room.I followed without thinking.“How…”

He stood so close to me, towering over me like a mountain in human form. And it was hard to stop looking at that smirk on his face.I wanted to slap it off his face so badly because it seemed to be mocking me, but at the same time I thought it looked evilly good on him. I stepped backwards, managing to clear the nice thought I had about his looks. “You’re changing the subject,” I said, standing my ground. Although, it was now becoming difficult staring up at him. “I need answers.” I demanded.“I gave them to you already.” He simply said, his eyes briefly shifted to the something behind me. But I couldn’t care less.“There has to be more.” I snapped, immediately regretting it.“Lower your voice, little storm. People are trying to sleep.” He said, going around me as he walked towards the counter.I turned around, “I know that.” I whispered, glancing upstairs instinctively before looking back at Cain again. “Why do you make things so difficult for me?” I asked.Cain’s back was now tu

For the first time, I wasn’t irritated to see his face.I wasn’t mentally criticizing his arrogance, questioning the strange tattoos stretched across his body, or wondering why he had to be so ridiculously tall and dangerously handsome.Instead, I simply said the words.“Good morning.”The greeting slipped out naturally before I even realized I had said it.God.I hated how quickly I was becoming comfortable here.As Cain walked past the counter toward the door leading into the garage, I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring until Mara suddenly coughed behind me, pulling me back to reality.The warmth rising from the pancakes in front of me brushed against my face as I snapped my head toward her.Mara was grinning.“What?” I asked cautiously.“I saw you,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.Of course she did.I quickly turned away, trying to hide the guilt behind the smile threatening to betray me.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”She leaned against the counter,

As night slowly settled over the Pit, the usual routine began unfolding around me.One after another, Cain’s men began filling the bar downstairs.Their heavy boots stomped against the wooden floors with rough laughter echoing through the walls.Low conversations blended with the occasional burst of yelling whenever someone argued over cards or some ridiculous joke I didn’t understand.I had started noticing their pattern now.Every evening, like clockwork, the bar came alive.But tonight…Something was missing.Cain.I noticed it almost immediately.He hadn’t joined them.I found myself glancing toward the garage door twice before eventually turning away and heading upstairs.Inside the room, I shut the door behind me and dropped onto the bed with a quiet sigh, staring blankly at the ceiling above me.I was exhausted.Mentally more than physically.But despite how tired I felt, my thoughts refused to settle.Something was wrong.I knew it.I had seen it since morning.First, the stran