4 Rider Novels & Stories

He warned, before walking out and heading to the entrance. I finished work with Rider standing close. He was the only brother, beside Alex, who stayed this close to me. He was constantly looking round, trying to spot any threats. Everyone had been vetted by Holgate, he was just being precautious. It was coming up to 5pm, time to clock off. I wasn’t working late today, I had the rest of the week, because I wanted to catch up on what I had missed, but I had nothing left to do. I logged out of my computer, signaling to my boss that I was done for the day. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He also nodded to Rider, Rider was intimating to everyone I worked with, he was tall, around 6ft 6. He pro

And 'Riders MC ' engraved at the top. "This is the symbol of my club. These badges are only given to the MC members. But you both look like you are newly married. Show this to anyone who stops you. This will take you out of this mess faster. Now go" he said while playing with the cigarette in his mouth. Reed nodded his thank you. The biker looks to be in his early forties. Salt and pepper hair adorns his temples and beard. He looks fit and confident. But he is a friend of Victor, which is speaking volumes about what kind of man he is.

The Shadow Riders follow in a line of bikes, their engines roaring like a storm. The funeral is small, just us and the crew . Few people from my side are also attending. I know they are doing it for me. They don't have any relationship or ties with mason. The air is cold and gray. I stand beside Mason, my hand in his, squeezing tight. The Riders step forward one by one, saying quiet goodbyes, their faces grim as they pass condolences to Mason. He nods, his jaw tight but his eyes remain distant. I know he is hurting, blaming himself for not protecting Linda after allowing her back into Lily’s life.

Collins had nothing, which was his way, he kept everything in his head and retrieved it without effort, which was either impressive or unsettling depending on the day. "First item," I said. "Damien Blackwood. Tournament winner. I'll be offering him a position on the rider roster." Raymond straightened slightly. "That's good news. He's marketable. Strong profile, good camera presence. We could build a sponsorship package around him that." "Limited contract," I said. Raymond paused. "Sorry?" "Limited contract," I repeated. "Twelve months, performance reviewed at six. Rider access only, track, training facilities, scheduled media appearances as outlined in the standard rider agreement."

"Who's the fastest rider in camp." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Dorin," Sable said, which was not what she'd expected. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Dorin is Silverblood." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "He's been here four days. He's also genuinely the fastest rider." Sable's expression was the expression of a wolf stating a fact she found faintly inconvenient. "He ran the eastern circuit twice last week. Kade clocked him."

“I am not a bone between two dogs.” Mara burst out laughing behind the bar. Jaxon covered a grin. Kael straightened his jacket, offended. “I am trying to help you.” “You helped enough.” Pain crossed his face again. Good. Not enough. Silas folded his arms. “Message delivered by who?” The bleeding biker coughed from the floor. “Three riders. Thorn colors. They wanted us to chase.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “A distraction.” “For what?” I demanded. He looked at me grimly.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

Ryder pov The ride was supposed to be simple. Fifteen bikes, twenty wolves, one last run before I became a mated man. We'd hit the highway, run the northern loop, should be back in three hours. Should've known better. "Contacts on our six." Cass's voice crackled through my helmet comm. "Three vehicles, moving fast." I checked my mirror. Behind me was a black SUVs with tinted windows. Not the Steel Serpents' usual style.

Kyle asked which just increased the giggling. "Seriously, what do you ride?" Charlize asked. He saw she was interested so he answered. "It's a 1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic." She nodded. "A cruiser. Nice. I just got myself a Yamaha YZF‑R1 Supersport." "Get any tickets yet?" Kyle asked and she grinned but shook her head. "Not exactly a comfortable ride for passengers on your bike," he suggested. "Wait, you can take a second rider on that rocket of yours?" Monique said, turning to her friend in surprise.

She hoped she wasn’t way off in her idea that Reapers wouldn’t venture into Keeper territory without a damn good reason. “Hell, yeah,” he repeated. “Sounds… dangerous.” “Why don’t we get some sleep,” Cutter said, gesturing at himself and Ru, “and you can get back to… whatever you were doing before Ru called you.” “I was looking for Reapers, duh,” Rider said, exaggeratingly rolling his eyes. He must’ve known Cutter was aware. “Good. Go find some.” “Fine,” Rider acquiesced. “See y’all in a few hours.” He faded away just as quickly as he had materialized, and Ru watched in awe at the spot where he’d just been standing.