Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 28: The Blow he didn’t see coming

Mordred’s Pov:

The metallic tang of blood hung in the air whilst Lesley’s quiet sobs kept echoing off the walls like ghost whispers.

Maddox and Trent were too busy gloating to notice the tiny flicker in my tooth — the silent pulse of the tracker activating and blinking invisible beneath the dim light.

Good, my men were already en route. And soon I’ll show Maddox how it’s really done. But first, I need to buy time.

Right on cue, Maddox leaned closer, his grin twisted with victory. "What’s wrong, Sinclair? Lost your bark? Or you’ve just accepted your defeat?"

Good job, this was easier than I thought, now all that I have to do is to make sure this conversation never ends until my men get here.

My lips twitched into a faint smile, then I met his gaze in a cold and steady way. "You really think Kianna’s coming here alone? You think she’d fall for that?"

He scoffed."She always does. She can’t resist being the hero and it’s so cute."

Oh yeah? Very soon we’ll know who really is suffering from a main character syndrome Maddox.

Then in a teasing tone I replied to him. "Yeah? Then you’ve never really known her."

His brow furrowed, just slightly but enough. You could see a sign of self doubt all over his face.

Then he turned to Trent, gesturing for him to prep the camera again. "Record everything. I want her to see him beg."

But this little command turned into a misunderstanding between them. And whilst they were busy arguing, I was also busy trying to untie myself. My hands worked against the ropes, slow and deliberately.

The drug had worn off enough that my fingers obeyed again. The knots were tight, but I’d learned restraint work long before I learned romance.

In a few seconds I was already half through with it. Just then, my chair made a little squeak sound and dragged their attention on me.

"Quit squirming," Trent growled, jabbing me in the ribs with the butt of his gun.

I grunted but didn’t stop. "You talk too much for a sidekick."

He stepped closer with his cocky grin plastered on. "And you’re too stupid to.."

"Untie myself?" I finished it for him. Finally freeing myself as the ropes slipped to the floor.Then before he could even say anything else, I slammed my forehead into his nose.

The crack echoed and his nose began bleeding.He howled and stumbled back, clutching it with a handkerchief.

Maddox shouted, swinging his gun up, but I caught his wrist midair, twisting hard until his bone crunched. And the weapon clattered to the floor.He screamed with a mix of rage and pain.

Finally, the theatrics are over. I exhaled deeply and grabbed Maddox by the collar.

"You think you can ruin me, huh?" I snarled, tightening my grip. "You just lit a war you can’t win, You bastard." Then I threw him against the wall.

Kylie panicked, fumbling for a knife from the workbench, but Lesley,trembling and desperate—threw her bound chair sideways, crashing into Kylie’s legs. The girl fell with a shriek, knife skidding across the floor.

I quickly went to her side and began untying her rope but before I could finish, Maddox was back on his feet again, grabbing a knife this time.

He was so weak he missed his first swing, then the second I grabbed his wrist and twisted it until he let go of the Knife, screaming in agony.

Then I ducked him a wild punch and drove my fist into his gut. He fell on the ground again, this time breathlessly panting.

I grabbed his knife from the floor. " Say your last prayers, You bastard." But before I could stab the shit out of him, I heard a sound of engines roaring outside.

The cavalry had arrived.Tires screeched and Boots thundered. My men, Clyde, Jaxon, and three others—stormed in through the side entrance with guns drawn.

"Boss!" Clyde called out, spotting me amid the chaos.

"Take her out!" I ordered, pointing at Lesley. "Now!"

He grabbed her, cutting her ropes, and hustled her toward the exit.

Maddox stumbled back, clutching his wrist, fury in his eyes. "This isn’t over, Sinclair! You think you’ve won?"

I stepped closer, grabbed him by the throat, and hissed, "No,this is just your first taste."

Then I slammed him against the wall again, hard enough to knock him out cold.

"Game over Maddox."

Trent tried to crawl away, blood still streaking his face. I kicked his gun aside and crouched beside him.

"Tell your boss," I growled, "if he ever even whispers Kianna’s name again, I’ll make him disappear so fast not even the cops will find his bones. Is it clear?"

He nodded frantically, trembling. " Ye-yes, yes please." He stammered.

"Good boy..." I whispered. Then finally I stood, breathing hard as the room filled with the scent of smoke and oil. The chaos was over, but my rage wasn’t.

Outside, I heard sirens wailing faintly in the distance. Someone must’ve called it in.

It didn’t matter. By the time they arrived, we’d be ghosts.

As Clyde helped Lesley into the van, I took one last look back at the warehouse.

Kylie was gone—slipped out in the confusion. Fine, let her run. I’d find her soon enough.

I pulled my phone from Clyde’s hand, dialed Kianna’s number. She answered before the first ring ended, voice trembling. "Mordred? Are you..."

"I’m fine," I cut in, tone low but steady. "Got Lesley. Maddox’s little show is over. But he’s not done."

"Maddox..." she whispered, breath shaky. "Why—why is he doing this?"

"Because he can’t stand losing," I said, glancing at Maddox’s unconscious body. "But now he’s lost everything."

Silence stretched between us. Then softly, she said, "I thought I’ve lost both of you."

I exhaled, leaning against my bike as the adrenaline faded. "I’m Mordred, Kianna. I would rather die than to lose to a rich boy who tried playing a gangster for the day."

She giggled a little bit. "Hurry up and come back."Then the line went quiet—just her breathing, fragile and human, cutting through the night.

And for the first time, I realized something dangerous: The more chaos this world threw at us, the more she became my calm.

But Maddox wasn’t wrong about one thing, this wasn’t over. Because I could already feel the war brewing, and this time, it wouldn’t just be about revenge, It would be about possession.