All Chapters of The Blue Moon Bikers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rayan was attentive and charming, making her giggle with his anecdotes, and she loved dancing with him. He held her tightly, but he knew what he was doing every now and then, he shot a discreet glance across at Xavier, making sure he saw what he was doing with the woman the other Leader wanted so muchAlanna drove Xavier to distraction; he knew she was attracted to him the same way he was attracted to her, but she always managed to elude him. So he studied her meticulously, and then he set his trap, but he had to be patient. She did not come to the club for the next two weeks, and he worried she had found somewhere else to go.Alanna and her friends arrived at his club that Saturday night, and she took his breath away, dressed in a silver mini dress that hugged her slender body to perfection. He watched her hungrily. He knew what he wanted, and tonight he was going to take it. Walking across to the dance floor, he stood in front of her and took her hand, tugging her into his hard body

It was late in the evening when he returned to the town; the streets were dark and empty as his Harley weaved its way towards the little church at the edge of town. Walnut Springs was a tiny town on the outskirts of. Dallas-Fort Worth had a population of around 850, but the Biker Club members raised that to nearly 2,000 when they all lived at Camp Xavier, which their father had built for them. Small log cabins clustered amongst the trees, most of them virtually hidden by the foliage, the Bikers liked their privacy, only letting their hair down in the clubs they owned. Women flocked to the clubs, the single male members of the Biker Club were lean, muscular and delicious, they had their pick of them every night, much to the disgust of the local population. The main club was called ‘La Chambre Rouge.’[The Red Room] It lived up to its name; the walls were covered in a deep red brocade, the carpets dark crimson, the deep, comfortable sofas were black but had bright red scatter cushions. T

Morven screamed at the top of her voice, her terror obvious at the rough treatment when the door slammed open,‘Loretta, what the fuck are you doing?’She was suddenly wrapped in those powerful arms she remembered from the day before, and the woman was thrown across the room from a backhander to the head.‘Don’t you ever hurt my daughter again on pain of death. Do you understand me?’Loretta glared up at the Biker King, wiping a hand across her split lip, smearing blood everywhere,‘I understand, Sir.’She hissed, lowering her eyes in submission,‘Get out, I will deal with you later.’The woman scurried quickly from the room, slamming the door behind her, causing the child in her arms to jump in fear.‘Hey, hey, it’s okay, baby girl, no one is going to hurt you here. Your Papa is the King, and that makes you my Princess.’The little girl stiffened in his arms,‘No, I want my Grandpa. I’m going home.’She wriggled from his arms and stood in front of him, placing her small hands on her

The shock, humiliation and pain stopped her in her tracks. When he let her go, she raced to her room and cried hysterically for hours. It worked, though. When she finally came out of her room, she was subdued and apologetic, but it tore his heart out that whenever he went near her afterwards, she flinched away from him, her eyes wide with fear.‘He had done this to her.’He thought watching her sitting by a window, gazing longingly outside as she saw the other Biker children running around together freely, she was forbidden to go outside alone. She was told it was because of her status as the Black Knight Princess, making her a target for all her father's enemies, but it was mainly because they considered her a flight risk. They did not tell her that, not wanting to put ideas into her impressionable young mind, Xavier would rather make her afraid that ‘the bad men’ would kidnap her if they saw her alone. It made him feel guilty, as over the years her fiery spark had diminished, and sh

They were not rich at the beginning, just moderately well-off, but by the end of his first tenure as Mayor, they had moved up into the super-rich echelons of the town's society. Over the years, they had gone from millionaires to billionaires, off the hardworking backs of the town's taxpaying residents. Resentment had set in; people did like such blatant theft of their salaries as he creatively siphoned funds from their respective projects and into his offshore account. He was clever, nothing could ever be traced back to him, and if the Feds got too close, he always had a helpless victim he could hang any charges on.A sudden loud beeping made them all turn towards the bed, the machines telling them the inevitable: Morven’s Grandmother had followed her husband.‘Time of death?’A hollow, bored voice calls out, and another answers it,‘9.28 am.’Xavier sighed as the medical team retreated, leaving the Nurses to clean up after them, and without a word, he turned to leave, signalling for