Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

Some were so afraid to be killed that they’d rather kill everyone in the same room, including themselves. “Martil.” She called me desperately, her hand on the killer’s arms as she tried to prevent him from choking her with the gun. He snickered, watching the heartbreak moment. “I didn’t know you like bitches.” I sucked my teeth, waiting for him to make one mistake. “Who sent y’all?” I asked. The killer laughed. “You are always a wanted man. No one has to send people to kill you.” He wasn’t completely wrong. I only owned a biker gang yet it seemed like I owned a whole mafia world. Sometimes, a biker gang could be more dangerous than a Mafia’s.

He was completely disrespecting my status in my own pack territory, but strangely, the more this Rocco guy spoke, the more interest I picked up in him. He had real balls. The balls of a real villain. He wasn't like the bowing politicians or the crying servants at the palace. He was the 'my rules only' kind of guy. Which was good. Rocco leaned back again, looking at the photos. "There are at least fifty plus biker gangs in your pack territory, Delta Pack. And amongst these fifty, at least forty-eight of them run their businesses very calm and friendly. They don't want trouble with the law. And the others, if there is any rival or violence, it is strictly within themselves. Bikers are not know

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.

“Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.” I sit up, the chips falling. “What’s the name of the gang?” “Smitties MC.” My jaw drops. No fucking way.

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

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.

But I wasn't giving up that easily. "Think Matilda" I stared at my laptop hoping to conjure some answers from thin air. "Where can I get information about a loan shark biker gang that's anonymous and headed by a Man named Gideon?" Ugh. Dad the ruiner. Fucking up my life even in his death. How the hell did that drunk bozo get entangled with a biker gang? The only places he went to were the casinos and the bars. The casinos and the bars. I searched up on any casino or bar that had ties to a Gideon.

Perhaps the answer lies not in the question I ask, but in the unspoken language his body betrays. "Were they like a gang or something," I finally say. He looks at me, lifting an impressive brow, "You are an observer aren't you?" What does that even mean? "Just answer my question." "Bikers gang." Like in the movies. Wait, these things are real. "You are kidding?" He doesn't reply just gives me a look. "So, like is the mafia real too?" "Yes," he deadpanned. Oh my God. I always thought they were stories from the past. It feels like I've been living in a bubble for so long.

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.