Novel & Cerita Biker Gang Books

He also knew he was looking at the future King of the Blue Moon Bikers. Maverick learned quickly; he had to. Sean tried his best to scupper every chance he was given, and at first, the younger boy fell for his schemes, wanting to be the ‘Prince’s’ friend. The teenager soon discovered he was being set up to fail and look stupid in the eyes of William, the first time those kind eyes turned to him in disappointment was the last. He stopped trying to be Sean’s friend and, more importantly, he stopped covering for his mistakes. His gut instincts told him the King’s brother would soon make a fatal mistake as he took more and more risks as he tried to impress his friends and look like a future King

He explained. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I do. Don't you?" He asked. "I've never thought about it. But I figured bikers didn't do kids." Sam replied. "Bikers are like anyone else. Some do and some don't. Our club isn't into the illegal shit so I'm good with kids." Smokey explained. "So, give it some thought." Sam nodded. "Guess who's coming to the clubhouse this weekend?" Smokey asked. "Snake?" Sam asked.

After a three day sleepover with Jane, I was really beginning to worry about the brothers. Something had happened and I knew enough about biker culture to know when shit had hit the fan. It seemed silly to worry, but I couldn’t help it. Though I hadn’t known them long, and certainly didn’t have any claim to any one of them, the biker boys had gotten under my skin.

' We spent the night drinking and reminiscing, while our men spent their night enjoying the barflies, getting drunk and dancing to the band, but as the night sky turned from inky black to a beautiful myriad of dawn colours, more than a hundred Bikers were assembled in Gio's car park ready to ride. Juan and Miguel had also honoured their agreement with me, and as we headed for the confrontation, more and more Bikers joined us, and we made a formidable sight spread out riding down the highway. The road was empty, as we had called in favours to enable this, and it wasn't long before outriders had discovered where the FBI was hiding. I gave the signal for the men to surround it. Then, I ordered

I don’t get off, just scan. Three hulking men lean against the van like statues of menace. My stomach churns — not fear, exactly. Anticipation. The kind that tastes like iron and sweat. “And so it begins,” I murmur, unhooking my helmet and hanging it on the bars. “You Damion?” the biggest of the trio bellows. His voice rattles like gravel. I swing my leg off the bike, chin lifted, eyes locking onto his. “Who wants to know?” I size them up — gang tattoos, scars, muscle coiled like springs. Tough. Dangerous. A fight here would be messy. If I can avoid it, I will.

‘It sounds like a good offer to me,’ I say, with a look of confusion, and Debbie lets out a sigh. ‘This isn’t just any bar. It’s called the Snake Pit, and it’s just as bad it sounds. The Savage Snakes, a biker gang, live next door, and they’re at the Snake Pit every night. I don’t think it’s safe for a young lady to live there, even if it is temporary. The biker gang are known for their savagery and they fight with other biker gangs. Such as, the Spider Backs, who are just as bad as they are. It’s a really bad area, and I want you to be safe,’ she says.

I rev up my engine and speed up. I guess the biker doesn't like playing chicken as much as he thought, because he freaks out and books it and suddenly the entire biker gang falls away, knowing I'm not in the mood to play. It's about damn time! Do not mess with me right now! I grab my radio. "Beckett, that damn biker gang is back. See what you can do with them. And find out who the driver is for that Ram! I want them all behind bars!" I growl.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

I replied, my voice barely there but audible enough that she caught it. Jax lounged back and mirrored my actions, offering a weak smile as a way of an apology. He couldn’t help being the way he was sometimes; that all came down to being raised in a biker gang. He’d disagree about the gang comment and tell me that it was a club, a group of guys who shared the love of bikes and the liberating feeling of cruising the wide-open road. Then I would politely remind him about all the shady dealings that would take place within that unsavory establishment known as “The Clubhouse”, and he would often be stumped into silence. It was a biker gang . . . one he kept begging me to join. “So, Mrs. Banks's s

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: TOUCH ON ME BY OCTOBER LONDON IVARA’S POV: The note still burns in my pocket as I crouch outside the warehouse. “Choose blood over bond.” My father’s words echo like a curse, but the sound inside is louder than the muffled whines of wolves. Not wild ones or rogues. Our own. I press my palm against the metal wall, my stomach churning. I’ve seen bikers cage wolves before, but never like this. Never organized. Never this… cruel.