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Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

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.

I put on some coffee and leaned up against the counter. The whole thing was fucked. I didn’t much care about the guys that were after her. I’d dealt with plenty of fucking biker cunts in my time, left more than a few blood-stained and splattered on the road under my wheels. I could protect her no problem, and I actually looked forward to it. I wanted another fucking war. I wanted some fight, some excitement to break up the boring as fuck club business. I wasn’t built for peace, never was.

Screams and shouts from the Philanthropists and Socialites echoed through the night sky as the impish Bokken Riders landed on the roof of the Harrison Galleries. Tires screech, rubber burned as the magical bikers crashed the party. "Shit," Warren revved his engine and pushed his bike a little faster, "Please tell me you've called the calvary." Warren groaned. His ride went airborne and crashed into the roof of the Harrison Galleries himself.

Addie replied. "Well, not all bikers are bad. I should know, my brother is one. I also dated one for a while until I got bored with him." Paris explained. "Is your brother in the biker club that's here tonight?" Addie asked. "Yes, he is. His name is Ian, and he's one of their Sargent At Arms. His road name is Joker." Paris replied. "Road name?" Addie asked. "Yeah. It's like their nickname the club gives them." Paris explained.

The fourth biker says nothing. He is smaller than the others. He is covered in tattoos. And he has a gun. He points his pistol at Jim. I don't want Jim to die. Jim turns to face me, his eyes wide. "Run!" he says. "It's okay. I can take care of myself." I roll my eyes. "No you can't, human," I say. He looks so bemused. But he's going to look even more so in a second when I shift. Somebody else emerges from behind the wall of bikers.

Shit kickers that had seen way better days and never smiling. They were the kind of bikers that put fear in every man, woman, and child when they rode through a town one hundred strong. They kinda remind me of the gunslingers of the old West. Only these days, old man Mallory was a lot more refined. He wore silk suits and loafers and shit.

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.

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.