ATLAS
Chaos Demons MC
By Nicola Jane
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Atlas
Loyalty to The Chaos Demons is carved into my bones.
These days, the club is calmer. Quieter. It’s given us time to breathe, to build, to figure out what life looks like without blood on our hands every damn day.
I thought my story was already written—with Anita. She kept me grounded, challenged me, made me feel something real.
She was my addiction, but she never wanted the title I kept trying to give her.
And then Rue walked in. Soft-spoken. Sweet. The kind of woman who doesn’t belong in a world like mine.
But I want her anyway.
Only Anita’s past is catching up with her and dragging all of us down with it.
Rue
Calling the club was my last resort. My sister needed help, and The Chaos Demons delivered.
But I didn’t expect to fall for the biker who came to the rescue. Atlas is rough, tattooed, and terrifying in all the right ways.
There’s something about him that feels safe, even when the world around me is falling apart.
I should’ve run the second I realised his ex still had claws in him. Anita’s always there, always watching, and she makes sure I know that if she calls, he’ll come.
But now, I’m the one who needs saving.
When I’m taken and used as leverage in a war no one saw coming, Atlas is forced to make a choice . . .
The past he thought he wanted, or the future he never saw coming.
Excerpt:
Then my helmet fills with the sound of ringing. I frown, confused – until I hear Atlas’s voice.
“Anita?”
My blood goes cold.
“Where the hell are you?” she demands. Her voice breaks, like she’s been crying.
Atlas tenses beneath me. “What’s wrong?”
“I needed you and you didn’t answer,” she almost whispers.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I was dealing with club stuff.”
He doesn’t know I can hear him. His words hit like a slap, sharp and unexpected. I force my body to stay still, my breath to stay even.
“I thought maybe you were with Rue,” Anita says, her voice trembling. “But I need you.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then Atlas replies, low and tight. “I’m on my way. I just need to drop something for Axel. I’ll be ten minutes.”
The call disconnects.
He speeds up, weaving through traffic like something’s chasing him. My arms stay wrapped around his waist, but it doesn’t feel the same. I feel cold again. Hollow.
A minute later, he turns into my road, slowing outside my house. I climb off, unfastening the helmet and handing it to him. I wait patiently whilst he sticks it in the saddlebag, then turns to me. “Axel just called me,” he says, not meeting my eyes. “You okay if I shoot off?”