Biker Gang Books の小説・ストーリー

Ace explained. "Ok." Lainey agreed. She wanted no part of that. Some of her favorite romance books to read were Biker Romances. She had no idea how real or made up they were. But normally people got their ideas from somewhere, right? They walked through the main room which was oddly clean and spacious. She figured for a bunch of guys it would be dirty and beer cans or bottles everywhere. A lot of the stories she read were like that. But then she remembered, they were all retired military.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."

Plural? Lyra was going crazy as she howled for them, but my head was screaming hell no. Three mates? That was just insane. And these guys were tall, tattooed, and worst of all are the Blackthorn Riders, the lycan biker gang that’s been terrorizing my pack for years. They’ve left my people bruised and scared, and I hated their guts. But that scent was pulling me in, and I hate how my body’s betraying me.

LUCIANO Things were beginning to go wrong in my world…in this perfect syndicate I crafted for myself in the midst of these foolish humans. Lounging on a couch in a VIP room in my casino, I wondered what could be setting off the fireworks. I never had a reason to worry about turf wars, but now, it seemed like the recent move of a notorious gang into the city would be more of a headache than I ever imagined. Vale had broken the news to me early this morning. The gang was a group of bikers known to dabble in various murky waters. Ranging from drug and women trafficking, to petty political thefts that were starting to destabilize the economy.

“You’re insufferable.” “And you wanted to know more about the motorcycle gang.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Fair. Fine. Tell me about the bikers.” “I’m afraid there is not too much to share,” I say idly as Lalaine clambers all over the marble sculpture of a horse and rider. “Motorcycle gangs are guns for hire.” “Cheap ones, too,” she murmurs. I arch an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “I’m a woman, Alessandro. I’m not an idiot.”

He stretched out his hand. “Alexander.” I shook it. “Jaxson.” The other twin followed, quieter. More guarded. His eyes assessed before he spoke. “Adrian.” I nodded in greeting. James looked between us, clearly pleased. “You guys would get along.” I raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure. “They’re bikers,” James added. That clicked something into place. Alexander’s eyes lit up with interest. “You ride?” “Yeah,” I said. “My dad owned an MC.”

Without stirring, she replayed how things played out and to her surprise, the first thing she bothered about was if Drake heard her while she was crying. “She’ll wake up soon, I am-” “What?” She heard Drake ask as Alex’s voice paused. “What is it?” “Bad news.” Anna’s ears became more attentive, she had a feeling it was about her and Josh’s first plans. “What? Let me see.” A scuffling noise followed. “Is IC. Inc still involved with the Bikers gang? What on earth is this? What is our business with those hooligans?” “They are claiming we still help them in drug and human trafficking.”

Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother. Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs.