All Chapters of Claimed By The Ruthless Biker: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I downed another glass of moonshine, the harsh liquid burned down my throat. The door leading to that underground basement opened and the men trooped into the bar, filling the atmosphere once again with their oil engine scent mixed with alcohol.Maybe I was the one who smelled like alcohol because I had lost count of how many glasses of moonshine I’ve drank.“You ladies still drinking?” Knox asked, stopping by the counter while the rest of the others lingered around the bar, watching Mara and I like they couldn’t believe that women could drink for this long.Mara ignored Knox. “One more? ” Mara asked me as she popped open the lid of the moonshine bottle.I nodded, shifting my glass towards her. “Hmm…thank you.”“Okay you girls are drunk.” Knox said, taking away the bottle from Mara’s hand, and when she tried to reach for it, he handed it over to another man beside him, who I didn’t know.Nor have I seen him around here.Or maybe I have seen him around, and it was just the alcohol mes

My eyes fluttered open, and a sudden, sharp, throbbing pain hit my head like a heavy storm.Drinking to stupor had to be the most stupid decision I ever made considering how light headed I was. “Shit, Ava.” I muttered, placing my hand on my head as I shut my eyes again as though the pain would magically disappear.I barely remembered everything that happened last night. But the only memory running through my mind was Mara’s consistent persuasion to pour me a drink after another.Oh, Mara.I was certain her hangover would be way worse than mine.Or maybe not.She was probably used to drinking this much.I rose up gently, trying not to shake myself too much. I put one leg down before the other. But no matter how much I tried to avoid the ache from cracking through my head like a lightning bolt, it only intensified.I sat there for a moment, waiting for my vision to clear. The door in front of me was beginning to blur, splitting into two.I blinked.Shit.It only got worse. Now I could

The underground room fell silent the moment I shut the steel door behind me.Rocco was already relaxed on one of the worn leather couches, one ankle resting over his knee while two of his men stood like statues behind him.“So why am I here, Cain?” he asked lazily, scratching his beard. “Couldn’t really think of a reason you’d call me.”He glanced over his shoulder. “Today isn’t Friday, is it?” he asked one of his men.The biker shook his head. “No, Boss.”Rocco looked back at me. “See? Not Friday.”I crossed one leg over the other and settled into the couch opposite him. Grim took his place behind me alongside Knox, Rafe and the others.I hadn’t wanted them down here.But they’d insisted.Grim especially.He knew exactly how unpredictable Rocco could be.The man had an explosive temper where business was concerned. He could laugh one second, then start a fight the next over the smallest inconvenience. If money, shipments, or agreements were involved, there was no telling how he’d rea

Her eyes hovered around me, and I saw curiosity written all over her face. She definitely had a lot to ask. But it was best she only knew this hard, stiff, bossy side of me. Nothing else.Questions were bound to bring back tragic memories. Memories I had trained myself to keep out of my head. Memories that would certainly ruin this little progress of getting Ava’s trust, to keep her close and safe.I cleared my throat as I straightened, “That’s all I wanted to say.” I said, walking back to my seat. “Why do I feel like there’s more?” She questioned. And I couldn’t help but accept the fact that her questions always kept me on my toes.The way she asked questions without batting an eyelid. I stared at her, “No. I’m done with you.” Then I grabbed a file on my desk as I focused on the plain sheet in front of me. I expected her to get the concept that I was now busy and leave, but she still sat there comfortably, probably waiting for me to tell her whatever she thought I had in mind.I

I motioned Mercer to sit. This conversation we were having didn’t require us standing. It was probably going to take enough time out of my busy schedule. “I expected something rougher.” I said, as I relaxed back on the chair.“You sound disappointed.” Mersher said as he took his seat across from me. He sat reluctantly, like he wasn’t here for comfort and hospitality.“Not disappointed.” I replied. “I just wasn’t expecting your type of person to come to my bar for no reason.”He looked toward the polished counter. “I definitely came for a reason.”“The place is cleaner than most restaurants I’ve ever inspected.” He added.I glanced around, “I’d like to keep it that way.”His gaze settled back on me. “I was actually hoping we could continue this somewhere more private.”He glanced toward the hallway leading to my office. “Perhaps your office?”I followed his gaze before looking back at him. “We can discuss whatever that brought you here, sergeant Mersher.”His smile didn’t disappear.