Page 13 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

Knox’s lips curl into a small but curious smile. “What brings you here, then? You swore you’d never set foot in this place again.”

“Oh, you remember that?” I mutter.

“I’ll never forget the day,” he says. “You damn near broke our hearts, walking out of the MC like that.”

I lower my gaze. Deep down, I’ve always regretted the way I left. No one in this club had ever meant to harm me—just Calvin. But the pain and the betrayal I felt were far too intense, too strong. I couldn’t stay here back then, not even for another second, because I associated the clubhouse with Calvin. If I wanted him out of my life, then I had to be out of this life. But I’ve missed it.

Being here now makes me realize precisely how much I’ve missed it.

“You guys have done a pretty good job with the upkeep of this place,” I say. “From the outside, it’s as if time has stopped.”

“Good things are worth keeping,” Jagger says. “The clubhouse may be old, but she’s a sturdy gal. A lick of paint here, a change of hardwood flooring there, a stain of wood and some new light fixtures felt like the decent thing to do.”

“It looks great,” I tell him with a soft smile. “Your dads would be proud.”

Knox nods in agreement. “I think they’d be the proudest if they could see how far the Rogue Riders have come without the drug trade.”

“Samson is looking great too,” I add.

Knox cuts me off. “Why are you here, Robyn? You didn’t answer my question.”

Ah, yes, the million-dollar question. I’ve been dancing around the answer for long enough. I know it. My heart knows it. My fearful mind still fights it, but the pressure has reached new levels. If I was afraid of what might happen if I said the word aloud before; I am now afraid of what might happen if I don’t say it and spend the rest of my life regretting it.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Diesel asks. But his steely grey eyes are already darkening. His lips part, making me want to lick mine.

“Yes,” I say it again, hoping I won’t have to elaborate.

But they’re not letting me get off that easily.

Knox is the first to stand up from his seat. “Yes, what?”

“Dammit,” I mutter. “Yes. I’ll have you if you’ll have me.”

The silence that follows could fill a tomb. The air thickens, particles crackling brightly everywhere around me as I wait for their reaction. I see the tension filling their bodies—broad backs straightening, shoulders tightening, gazes dripping with dark yet smoldering desire. It’s been there all along, simmering between us, waiting for the right moment to boil over. Who’d have thought that it would be Calvin’s premature return that would set the four of us ablaze like this?

“I mean, I’ve known for a long time that this is how you guys roll,” I blurt out, my mouth taking the lead for some godforsaken reason. “You share. I knew. Or, better said, I had a clue, an idea … it wasn’t until last night that … you know, it became clear. And I’ve had thoughts of my own about it.” I pause as Jagger and Diesel also get up.

In perfect tandem, the three of them walk over to me.

Instinctively, I take a couple of steps back, leaning against the office door.

Jagger reaches me first, his deep brown eyes drilling into my heart as he leans closer. I hold my breath. My heart skips a beat when I hear the key turn in the door lock.

“You do understand what this means, right?” he asks, his voice low and dripping with desire.

All I can do is nod slowly. I understand alright. And I want everything that follows.

Life is clearly too short and too dangerous for me to dance along the edges of what could potentially be the most wonderful experience. Besides, I’m safer with them than away from them. I have every reason to accept their proposal, even if it feels blurred and confusing. I’m saying yes with my sanity intact.

“Say it,” Jagger insists.

“Yes.”

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