Badass Biker 소설 & 이야기

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

“Poison, you aren’t solving any of your problems by running away.” “Well, I wasn’t solving any of my problems by staying there either.” “Boss has checked him out. He thinks you are safer with him than on the road. Whatever happened between you two, he thinks it was a misunderstanding.” “Easy for him to say. Either way, too bad, so sad. I am a biker b&tch now. You made me that way.” “You are not meant to be a biker. This world is not for you. Not long-term anyway.”

The driver drove at a crazy speed trying to lose them. “Get down” Kincaid yelled at her before rolling down the window at his side. Serena vowed that if she escaped this, she would never complain of how ordinarily boring her life had become again. She did not want this kind of excitement. She wanted to go home. “Shit! Oh fuck shit!” she heard Bassett say and when she chanced a look out the window, the sound she had been hearing was not in her imagination. Masked bikers were rotating them, almost as if they were taunting their helplessness. Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes.

And I mean big, like over six foot five, with long brown hair, goatee, and dirty-looking outlaw biker clothes. The dominatrix scowled and crossed her arms under her rather pronounced boobs. She didn't offer another bid. The black man paused, looking me up and down. I didn't think he'd bid again, but he surprised me. "Sixty-one hundred." "Sixty-five hundred," the biker said. "Bro, I want that damn cherry, and I got the money to buy it, too. Bid against me if you want. I don't care." The black man looked at him, at his determination, and then back at me. I saw deep, profound lust in his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.

She opened her mouth to scream when the sound of motorcycle engines roared down the street. Six bikes appeared from around the corner moving fast. They weren't Vipers. The engines sounded different. More expensive. The bikes pulled up in a half circle around Maya and the three men and suddenly the air felt different. Heavier. The riders killed their engines and the silence that followed was worse than the noise. They climbed off their bikes and Maya saw their vests. Iron Wolves MC. She didn't know if that was better or worse than the Vipers. One of them walked forward and the others followed. He was tall with dark hair and the kind of face that probably got him anything he wanted. His leathe

Big bully Ben was just catching up to him outside the bus, ready to grab him by his bag when the sound of a smooth running engine suddenly filled the vicinity. The whole of North Atlanta High, including Nat and Cassie, had to stop and marvel at the motor bike that rolled into the school before stopping in front of the bus. "Who is that?" gasped Cassie, mesmerized. They watched the rider slowly get up from the bike—a red Ducati Monster 795. He was clad in a classic red leather jacket and blue jeans then stepping on the ground with black boots. The rider went on to take off the black helmet, revealing a boy with thick black hair which thinned out from the sides of his square head down to the s

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

The bikers are clad in just black and they're both wearing helmets. " Fuck." I look at the handgun in my hand and smile. I might not like violence, but I've always envisioned myself using a gun. I know I'm messed up. Asa pulls out another gun as he shoots at the biker that's already next to us. The biker ducks, swerving to the left as the biker pulls out his gun. I shoot him in the head as his bike flies backwards, slamming itself against the cars behind. " Not bad." Asa says and I smile.

He's wearing a leather vest, tattoos creeping up his neck, and a cocky grin resting on his stupid face. His eyes flick to the corner, to Sierra and Luna, then settle on me. I barely have time to process it before I notice the two assholes standing by the wall, lighting cigarettes, watching this like a show. My bodyguards are a bunch of f!cking snakes. “So, this is the woman who seduced your son?” The biker drawls, sauntering closer. His eyes drag over me. “Damn… she’s kinda hot. With tits and a face like that? It's no wonder why your boy went crazy over her. She kinda looks like those anime girls with big gazangas.”He shamelessly said.

“It’s none of your business.” I take a closer look at David, he looks different. The easy charm he usually carries is buried under the dark edge of his appearance. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, the words Hell Raiders stitched across the back in bold white. The emblem — a skull wrapped in flames — gleams faintly in the light, worn but intimidating. His jeans are torn, his boots scuffed, and his hair a little messy. My stomach twists. Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders.