All Chapters of Claimed By The Ruthless Biker: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The chatter from the bar slowly faded behind me as I pushed open the door to my office. The room felt strangely quieter than usual, perhaps because my mind refused to settle after everything that had happened within the last hour. Mercer had walked away with nothing but suspicions, yet somehow it felt as though he had still won a small battle. He had succeeded in making us react, and men like him lived for such kind of reactions from men like us.That reaction of fear and failure. It filled their pride with satisfaction. And I was certain Mercer wasn’t intending on keeping the fact that my men and I had weapons under the carpet. Grim stepped inside after me, closing the door with a firm click before taking his usual seat opposite my desk. He leaned back in the chair with a long sigh, rubbing his beard thoughtfully while I remained standing by the window. From there I could see part of the garage hrough the glass panel, where Knox and the others had resumed their usual activities on

The noise from the garage echoed faintly through the floorboards above, a steady rhythm of impact guns, clanking metal, and engines being stripped apart. It had become background music to the Pit, something I had grown accustomed to over the years. While the others buried themselves in grease and steel, I had work of my own.I shut the office door behind me before walking toward the large bookshelf against the wall.To anyone else, it looked ordinary.Shelves packed with old ledgers, motorcycle manuals, club records, and dusty novels no one had touched in years. But appearances were often the strongest form of camouflage.I reached beneath the bottom shelf and pressed two concealed latches in sequence.A soft click answered me.The bookshelf shifted barely an inch.I wrapped my fingers around its edge and pushed.The entire structure swung inward, revealing a narrow steel compartment hidden inside the wall.Cold air drifted from within.Metal cases sat neatly stacked from floor to cei

The atmosphere inside the Pit transformed completely once Knox and Drex got rid of the drunk fool who had thought it was a good idea to harass Ava.I watched from the entrance as the two of them dragged him outside without giving him the chance to protest. The idiot cursed and struggled all the way to the door, but neither Knox nor Drex looked even slightly bothered by it. They tossed him onto the gravel outside with enough force to make him stumble before Knox pointed a warning finger at him.“If you’re smart,” Knox said coldly, “you won’t come anywhere near this place again.”The man muttered something under his breath before disappearing into the darkness, rubbing at the spot between his legs where Ava had planted her kick.The heavy doors closed behind him, shutting out the noise from outside.Inside, conversations slowly resumed.Music continued to play.Laughter gradually returned.The tension that had settled over the room moments ago began to dissolve.My attention drifted bac

The music continued to pulse through the Pit, blending with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and loud conversations. The entire place seemed alive, exactly the way Mara had promised it would be. Everyone was having a good time.Everyone except me.I didn’t know the woman who had walked up to Cain.I didn’t know her name, where she came from, or why she suddenly thought she had the right to sit across from him like they belonged in the same conversation.The worst part was that I had absolutely no reason to care.Cain wasn’t mine.He had never said he wanted to be. Whatever existed between us had no name, no promise, no certainty.Yet every time I looked in his direction and saw that woman smiling at him, something twisted painfully inside my chest.It felt ridiculous. It felt childish. It felt… unfair.I tore my eyes away from them and reached for another glass of champagne.Maybe alcohol would quiet the thoughts racing through my head. Maybe if I drank enough, I wouldn’t noti

The silence Cain had left behind lingered inside my room long after he walked out.I stood exactly where he had left me, staring at the closed door while replaying every second of our conversation. I hadn’t answered him. Not because I believed he was just another gangster or because I thought less of him, but because I couldn’t find the right words. My silence had spoken for me, and judging by the look on his face before he left, I had hurt him more than I intended.A sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my forehead.“Great job, Ava,” I muttered to myself. “You always know exactly how to ruin a good moment.”I finally reached for the doorknob, deciding there was no point hiding in my room all morning. The moment I pulled the door open, Mara appeared from the opposite side of the hallway carrying a steaming mug of coffee.We almost collided.“Oh!” Mara laughed, steadying the mug before any of the coffee spilled. “Perfect timing. I was just coming to your room.”I stepped back with an awkwa