kidn*pped by The Biker Gang Leader

Chapter 11

Selene’s POV

The air inside the shack was thick with tension, almost physical. Every shadow seemed alive, every creak a threat. Kane’s presence loomed, calculated and cold, like a predator circling its prey.

I pressed myself closer to Cassius, letting the heat of his body steady me. My shoulder throbbed, but that pain was nothing compared to the fear twisting in my stomach.

Kane’s eyes flicked over me again, slow and deliberate, as if he could read me like an open book. “You don’t even know what you’re holding,” he said softly. “But I do. And I’ll get it, one way or another.”

Cassius’s jaw clenched. “You’ll get nothing. Not her, not the ledger, not a damn thing.”

Kane smiled, a predator’s curl of lips. “Such confidence. I almost admire it. Almost.”

He took another step forward, deliberately slow, making every movement count. My fingers tightened on Cassius’s arm. My pulse raced so hard I thought he’d feel it through my grip.

“Selene,” Cassius whispered, eyes dark, “Stay close. Don’t breathe if you can help it.”

I nodded, holding onto him, letting his words ground me. My mind kept returning to that flash, the fragmented memory of my father, the ledger, and the warning. It wasn’t just danger anymore. It was history, legacy, and something powerful I didn’t understand yet.

Kane tilted his head, scanning the room. “You were always clever,” he said, his voice almost casual. “Just like your father. I can see it now. And yet…” He paused, eyes narrowing. “You’re alone. Vulnerable. And that makes you dangerous.”

Cassius growled. “She is not alone. And she’s not vulnerable. You’ll leave here without her, or you’ll leave here not at all.”

Kane chuckled. “Bold words. But words are cheap, brother of hers. Actions speak louder. And tonight…” He gestured subtly toward the door, “…actions are everything.”

Cassius’s hand went to his gun instinctively. I pressed myself closer, heart hammering, feeling every muscle in his body tense. He was a living fortress. I wanted to believe we could survive anything together, but the memory of Luca, of last night’s chaos, whispered warnings in my mind.

Then Kane moved. Faster than I could process. In one fluid motion, he had Cassius’s gun knocked to the floor. My scream caught in my throat. Cassius lunged, but Kane spun, redirecting the momentum, sending him crashing into the wall. Dust and splinters exploded around them.

I scrambled back, my heart in my throat. “Cassius!”

“I’m fine,” he growled, shaking off the pain, his eyes locked on Kane. But even as he spoke, I saw the strain, the realization that Kane was…different. Faster. Smarter. Deadlier.

Kane’s gaze flicked at me. “Step aside,” he said, calm, and almost amused. “This isn’t about him anymore. It’s about you.”

I froze. My chest tightened. My fingers dug into the floor, panic clawing at me. Cassius didn’t flinch. He stepped in front of me, fists clenched, body tense like coiled steel.

“You want her?” he snarled. “You’ll have to go through me.”

“Ah,” Kane said softly, tilting his head. “Now that’s the response I expected. Loyalty…devotion…almost touching.” His eyes glimmered with something darker. “But let’s see how far it really goes.”

He lunged suddenly, faster than I could blink, aiming to grab me. My scream tore from my throat, but Cassius was faster. He intercepted Kane mid-motion, throwing him off balance. The two men crashed to the floor, grappling violently.

I pressed myself against the wall, trembling, and helpless. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to scream, and to fight, but the reality of the situation held me frozen. Cassius’s voice cut through the chaos, low and sharp.

“Selene…stay down. Don’t move.”

I obeyed, though my hands shook uncontrollably. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, but I couldn’t focus on the pain. My attention was pinned entirely on Kane, on Cassius, and on the storm of adrenaline and fear crashing through me.

Kane twisted, sending Cassius sliding across the floor. He raised a hand, and for a split second, I thought…he might reach me. My heart skipped a beat.

Cassius recovered instantly, though. His eyes blazed as he launched himself forward, tackling Kane to the floor. They rolled, striking walls and furniture, the air thick with violence. I could hear the labored breaths, the grunts of effort, the sickening impact of bodies meeting wood.

I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to control my panic. I wanted to move and help, but I was useless in the chaos. Only one thought surged through my mind. I can't lose him. I can’t. Not now. Not ever.

Cassius pinned Kane briefly, gun raised. “You will leave her alone,” he growled. “Or I swear, you’ll regret it.”

Kane smirked, blood trickling from a cut on his temple. “You think this ends with threats? You’re still too slow. Too predictable. But she…” He flicked his gaze toward me, sharp, calculated, “She’s interesting. She might surprise us both.”

Cassius didn’t flinch. “Stay back!” he barked.

I swallowed hard, my entire body trembling. “Cassius…” I whispered, voice breaking, “I…I can’t just do nothing!”

He looked at me, eyes dark and intense. “You will do nothing. You stay here, or I can’t protect you.”

And I believed him. I trusted him. I had to.

Kane twisted again, breaking Cassius’s hold, and both men stumbled apart. The room was a blur of motion, furniture overturned, splintered wood, and the metallic scent of blood.

Then Kane laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “This is fun,” he said. “I didn’t expect such resistance. But resistance…always makes the prize sweeter.”

I shivered. Prize. That word. That threat. I could feel it deep in my chest, and the fear spiked again.

Cassius lunged at him, driving Kane back toward the corner. “Touch her, Kane,” he growled, “and I’ll end you. I don’t care how smart you are, how fast. You will regret it.”

Kane’s eyes gleamed. “We’ll see,” he said, calm. “Because you can’t protect her forever. And one day, she’ll have to remember everything.”

The words cut through me like a knife. Everything. The ledger. My father. Kane. Cassius. All the fragments of the past I didn’t understand yet. I realized, with sudden clarity, that nothing, not even Cassius, could keep me safe if Kane decided it was time to take what he wanted.

Cassius caught my gaze for a heartbeat. His eyes held a promise: I won’t let him. Not today. Not ever.

And somehow, that was enough to anchor me.

He shoved Kane back against the wall, pinning him. “This ends now,” he said, low and deadly. “Step toward her, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

Kane smirked faintly, but I saw the edge of tension behind his calm facade. For the first time tonight, I thought… Maybe Cassius could win this. Maybe.

But then Kane’s eyes flicked towards me again, sharp and calculating. “Remember, little Carter,” he said softly, “I’ve been waiting for you. And one day, you’ll remember everything. And then…I’ll come back for more.”

Cassius growled, shaking with barely restrained fury. “Not while I’m alive.”

Kane’s smirk faded as he twisted, ducking out a broken window, disappearing into the storm outside. The rain slapped against the walls, echoing like gunfire. Silence settled over the shack, heavy and tense.

I sank to the floor, shaking, pressing my face into my hands. “He…he knows me,” I whispered.

Cassius crouched beside me, pulling me into his chest. “I know,” he said, his voice rough and raw. “And I’ll be ready next time. No matter what.”

I held onto him, trembling, chest tight. But beneath the fear, a spark of something else, determination, defiance, and hope flickered.

Kane had won nothing tonight.

But I knew the war was far from over.

And when Kane returned, everything would change.