Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker-Chapter 27: The tricky road to death

Mordred’s Pov:

The warehouse on Elm Street squatted at the edge of the industrial district like a forgotten relic—rusted metal walls and shattered windows staring out like empty eyes.

The kind of place where deals went bad and bodies vanished. I killed the bike’s engine a block away, letting it coast silent into the shadows.

My head still pounded from the hangover, but adrenaline sharpened the edges, turning the throb into fuel.

Kianna’s text had buzzed in just as I’d revved out of the hospital. "Anonymous is Kylie, Trent’s girlfriend. The one in my dorm. She’s got a grudge against you and the warehouse is a trap.Don’t go in blind, call me. And please—save Lesley."

I’d stared at the screen for a beat, piecing it together. Kylie? The shy temp roommate Kianna had mentioned? Trent’s girl—that buzz-cut prick. A grudge? My past was a minefield; I’d stepped on plenty of toes back in the day, but nothing clicked immediately.

Trap or not, Lesley was in there—tied up and terrified. Most importantly Kianna was counting on me, even if she hated my guts right now. No time to call back; I’d handle it my way. Quick, quiet and lethal if needed.

I tucked my phone into my boot—silent mode, but vibrations on and crept toward the building. The air stank of oil and decay, no streetlights to betray me. Everywhere was quiet, too quiet.

No cars, no footsteps, just the distant hum of the city. I slipped through a side door, hinges creaking like a warning, and scanned the cavernous interior.

Empty crates stacked like tombstones, dust motes dancing in the faint moonlight filtering through cracks. My hand hovered near the knife in my jacket—old habit from rougher days.

Then suddenly,footsteps echoed from the shadows. It was three sets and deliberate. I tensed, backing into cover behind a pallet.

"Who the hell are you?" a voice barked, rough and edged with suspicion. Three men emerged from the gloom—big guys, built like bouncers with their faces scarred and mean.

The leader, a bald brute with a neck tattoo, leveled a flashlight at me. "This ain’t a tourist spot. What’re you doing here?"

I stepped out slowly, hands visible but ready. "Kianna sent me. Said to meet about the girl—Lesley. Where is she?" I asked.

The bald one snorted, exchanging glances with his pals—a wiry guy with a ponytail and a stocky one chewing tobacco. "Kianna? She was supposed to come alone. Why’d she send you, biker boy? Are you her errand runner now?"

I narrowed my eyes, sizing them up. Hired muscle, not the brains. "Doesn’t matter. I’m here. Hand over Lesley, and we walk away clean."

Ponytail laughed, a wet, ugly sound. "Boss said the girl comes, or no deal. You ain’t her. Why the fuck would you show up instead? Playing hero?"

"Call it curiosity," I growled, inching closer. "Or call your boss. Tell ’em Mordred’s here to chat."

Stocky spat on the floor. "Mordred? The cheat from the forums? Yeah, we saw the pics. Bet Kianna’s thrilled you came instead—saves her the heartbreak."

The jab stung, but I shoved it down. "Enough talk. Where’s Lesley?"

Baldy nodded to the others and uttered. "Take him in. Boss’ll decide."

They moved fast—ponytail and stocky grabbing my arms while baldy patted me down, snatching my knife and phone.

"Nice try," he muttered, pocketing them. I twisted, elbowing the ponytail guy in the gut, but stocky clamped a chokehold.

We scuffled—fists flying, grunts echoing—but three on one in close quarters? They overpowered me, dragging me toward a door at the back.

"Easy way or hard?" Baldy snarled, shoving me into a dark room—pitch black, smelling of mildew and something chemical.

I bucked against them. "Let go, you..."

Before I could even finish, I felt a sharp cold prick at my neck. It’s a needle, damn they’d injected me.

The world tilted, vision blurring as the drug hit my veins like ice water. "What the... fuck..." My knees buckled, darkness swallowing me whole.

Waking up felt like clawing out of a grave, head splitting, mouth cotton-dry with my limbs heavy as lead.

I groaned, trying to move, but the ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, tying me to a metal chair.

Blinking against the dim light—a single bulb swinging overhead—I scanned the room.

Concrete walls with no windows and tools were scattered on a workbench like a torture setup.

A whole new environment—not the warehouse anymore. Basement? Abandoned factory? They’d moved me while I was out.

Beside me was Lesley. Kianna’s roommate, tied just like me, her face streaked with tears, eyes puffy and hopeless.

She whimpered when she saw me stir. "Who... who are you? Please, help me..."

"Mordred," I rasped, testing the ropes. It was tight and professionally tied.

"Kianna’s... friend. You okay?" I asked her.

She shook her head, sobbing. "They grabbed me from the dorm. Said it was about Kianna. I don’t know why... I’m scared. We’re gonna die, aren’t we?"

"No," I said, voice steady despite the panic edging in. "We’ll get out. Just stay calm."

A laugh echoed from the shadows—low and mocking. A figure stepped into the light, masked in black, features hidden behind a ski mask.

He was tall and lean, moving with arrogant swagger. Then his annoying husky almost like robotic voice came through.

"Calm? Oh, Mordred, look at you. Tied up like a dog, all helpless. How’s that ego holding up? The big bad protector, reduced to this."

I glared, muscles straining against the bonds. "Who the fuck are you? Let her go—she’s got nothing to do with this."

The masked man circled us, chuckling. "Nothing? She’s bait, genius. And you walked right in. Thought you’d play hero, huh? Save the day for Kianna? Pathetic. After those photos, she probably hates you anyway. Cheating scum."

"Those were fake," I snarled. "Staged. Like this little show. Take off the mask, coward. Let’s talk face to face."

He paused, tilting his head. "Teasing you is too fun. The great Mordred Sinclair, feared on campus, daddy’s little enforcer is now begging? Delicious."

We traded barbs—he jabbed at my jealousy, my control issues, how I’d "lost" Kianna to Lysander; I spat back about his cowardice, promising pain when I broke free.

Lesley cried softly beside me, her fear fueling my rage. Finally, he reached up and yanked off the mask.

And my stomach dropped. It was Maddox, Kianna’s ex. That entitled lacrosse prick, was all smug and grinning like he’d won the lottery.

I stared at him dead in the eye and tried to speak up but words refused to form. He’s the least expected person on my list.

In a deep breath I exhaled and finally spoke. " I was expecting Trent. Or anyone with balls. Not you, you whiny rich kid."

Maddox’s grin widened, eyes gleaming with hate. "Surprise, asshole. Yeah, me. I’ve hated you since you swooped in and took Kianna. My Kianna. She was my favorite toy—always came running back, no matter what. Then you showed up, with your bike and your scars, and suddenly she’s all independent? Furious doesn’t cover it. You stole her. Now I’m taking everything from you."

"So that’s what all this was about. Kianna? You’re obsessed." I murmured.

He paced, savoring it and added. "Yes I am, she belongs to me anyways. Something no human can understand."

"So you hired Trent?" I asked with my mind racing now. "What happened at the police station and the sniper was all your dirty work?"

He nodded shamelessly with pride. "Trent’s useful and good at following orders.I Paid him well to stir shit, lie to the cops and ghost you for Kianna."

Before I could speak up, another voice came through from behind: "Right on cue."

Then Trent emerged from the shadows, buzz-cut and smirking with his arms crossed. "Hey, Mordred. Welcome to your graveyard. Walked right in, didn’t you? Thought you were smarter."

They tag-teamed the taunts—Trent mocking my "hero complex," and Maddox laughing about how I’d "fumbled" Kianna.

Through it all,Lesley sobbed harder, mumbling pleas. "Please... let me go. I won’t tell anyone."

"Shut up," Maddox snapped at her, then turned back to me. "See? Your fault she’s here. All this—for you."

Then, from the side door, a woman stepped in, who had dark hair now, but I recognized her instantly.

The "brunette" from the party. So this is Kylie. Her eyes locked on mine, cold and vengeful.

"You," I breathed. "The girl who ’helped’ me home and staged the photos."

Kylie nodded, stepping closer. "I dyed my hair after. Didn’t want you piecing it too soon. But yeah, that was me."

"Why?" I demanded, ropes chafing as I strained. "What’s your grudge? I don’t even know you."

She laughed bitterly."You don’t remember? Junior year, my brother Jake.You and your crew jumped him after that hot summer party over some stupid beef about a girl. Y’all Beat him so bad he dropped out and couldn’t face school. The stares and the pain ruined his life. I’ve waited years to pay you back. When Maddox approached me, said you stole his girl and offered cash to help—he didn’t have to ask twice."

Maddox clapped slowly whilst laughing. "Enemy of my enemy, right? Kylie’s tech-savvy—hacked the forums and set up Anonymous with her boyfriend Trent. Perfect team right?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

How cinematic, So he really made all this preparations just to capture me? Wow.

"You did a great job Maddox, all of you. But now that you’ve got me, why not release Lesley. It’s all over isn’t it?"

"Not yet!" He roared and stepped closer. "It’s now about to be fun."

Lesley wailed, trembling. "I don’t want to die... please..."

I tiled my head to the side and glared at him. "And what’s the fun in hurting an innocent girl because of your nasty revenge?"

Maddox shook his head, pulling out his phone and replied. "Nah...She’s a leverage. Watch this."

Then he started filming and panning over us,my bound fury and Lesley’s tears. Then he dialed and video called Kianna.

Her face appeared on the screen, pale and shocked. "Maddox? What—Lesley! Mordred!"

Maddox grinned into the camera. "Hey, babe. Miss me? Look what your boyfriend got himself into. And your roommate? Collateral. Come alone if you want them breathing."

Then he hung up, proudly humming to himself. The damage has been done, Kianna has seen it all. And might definitely try to come here just like how he has commanded.

But that isn’t a part of my plan.Maddox, you have no idea the monster you just awakened.

The game had flipped, but too bad I don’t plan on losing, not when Kianna is involved.

Then I simultaneously licked the tracker I hid in my gold tooth to alert my men. This Game is far from over Maddox Bianchi. And I’ll show you how well I could play when the ball is finally thrown in my court.