Page 101 of Single Mom's Bikers

“They’re not yours.” The words tear from my throat. “Not anymore.”

His expression hardens. “Everything is mine, Elena. The girls. The money.” His gaze drops to my stomach. “Though we’ll have to discuss that particular indiscretion.”

Rick steps forward, voice razor-sharp. “She said get the fuck out.”

Luca chuckles, a slow, deliberate sound that sends ice down my spine. “That mouth on you, Cross. No wonder she spread her legs for you and your brothers. Tell me, does she whimper the way she used to when I owned her?”

Zane moves first—no thought, just rage. He lunges for Luca, but one of Luca’s men is faster. A gun is drawn, and the metallic click of the safety flips off, slicing through the tense air.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Luca drawls, smug as ever. “Unless you want your precious little pack to start dropping like flies.”

Zane freezes, chest heaving. Rick and Chase shift closer, ready to pounce. I know that look. They’re seconds from tearing this place apart.

“Go ahead,” Luca taunts, stepping forward. “Make a move. Give me a reason to put a bullet between one of your eyes. Because truth be told, I don’t give a fuck about your little love nest. I don’t give a fuck about her.”

His eyes snap to mine, cold and cutting. “You think I came all this way because I miss you,querida?” He sneers. “You’re just a bitch who ran off with my money. You could have drowned in a ditch, and I wouldn’t have blinked.” He smirks, lips curling in disgust. “But my money? That’s worth chasing.”

Something in my chest fractures. The way he dismisses me so effortlessly, like I was never anything to him, like our daughters mean nothing—it isn’t new. But it still burns.

“And the girls?” I push, voice tight. “They mean nothing to you either?”

“They’re mine by blood.” He shrugs. “But let’s be real, Elena. They’ll turn out just like you. Whores for any man willing to give them a little attention.” He clucks his tongue. “Just like their slut mother.”

Chase swings first, catching one of Luca’s men in the jaw. Zane follows, tackling another. Rick grabs Luca by the collar, slamming him against the counter so hard that the glass shatters.

Luca’s men react instantly. Guns come up. Too many.

“Back the fuck up!” one of them shouts, pressing a barrel into Chase’s ribs. Another levels his aim at Zane.

Rick doesn’t move, his fist still clutching Luca’s collar, breathing hard. One wrong move, and we’re done.

“Tsk, tsk,” Luca breathes, unaffected. “So predictable.”

Then, the back door creaks open.

All heads snap toward the sound.

Rose steps in, her presence an immediate disturbance I wasn’t expecting.

She doesn’t rush. Doesn’t speak. Just walks inside, slow and deliberate, looking like nothing anyone in this room has ever seen before.

Luca’s men hesitate, their grips faltering as they take her in. She isn’t afraid.

She looks like a problem they don’t know how to solve.

And for the first time, I see something close to wariness flicker across Luca’s face.

“Agent Martinez.” His voice holds almost amused contempt. “Or whatever name you’re using these days. I was wondering when you’d show yourself.”

My breath catches. “What are you talking about?” My voice wavers despite my best effort to keep it steady.

Luca’s smirk deepens as he turns his gaze back to me. “Oh,querida, you didn’t know? Of course you didn’t.” He tilts his head in mock pity. “You’ve been running all this time, thinking she was just some street-smart PI, haven’t you?” His eyes flick toward Rose. “Tell her, Agent Martinez. Tell her who you really are.”

Rick swears under his breath. Chase goes rigid. She played us.

Rose doesn’t even flinch. “I’m offering you a choice, Luca,” she says, her voice steady and calm.

Luca laughs, amused. “A choice? Let’s hear it then, Agent.”

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