Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

His chiseled jawline was carefully sculpted, and his deep brown spiky hair spread across his face, dancing in the wind and slightly hiding his emerald eyes. Each of them wore similar clothing;. Typical characteristics of bikers. They were in jeans, boots, and a vest that displayed their club color. [WILD HOGS]. They also wore a red neckerchief, the ends clasped with a sliding knot ornament. Gold chains hung on their necks, with earrings attached to their ears. In total, they were the word Perfect itself.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Interior, The Kandid Bar and Grill, Kanid, Iowa. By the time Rooster walked inside, he could see the tension had already been palpable with the way Brick stood face-to-face with the leader of the other gang of human bikers known throughout their territory as Badgers. The original idea behind the group was the Honey Badger, but the prospect of adding "Honey" to a logo wasn't too intimidating so Badgers M.C. was as close as they got. Brick had a rather peculiar history with the leader of the gang, Ken Marshal as both served in Iraq and on the same unit, but never truly got along unless they needed to watch each other's back d

She nodded with a smile. "Give us the money now and we will lead you there," The biker girl said. "I have no time for time wasters, lead us there and you will get your money, if not then you are of no use to me," I said coldly. "Me and my bike men feel differently, wait do you think we can not just kill you now and take your car?" She replied in a venom-filled voice. That was the Toll Biker gang for you. Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be.

Trying to protect my balls while trying to fight off this infamous biker gang was going to be difficult. I recognized them as their motorbikes got closer. The Children of the Black Blood. They were werewolves who had been banished from their packs and banded together to commit all kind of crimes. I had an extensive brief on them and how they operated. They mostly targeted law enforcers. They could have recognized my Humvee and decided that I was their next victim. They made a very stupid mistake. My balls were on the line, literarily. That was much precious to me more than anything and I did not want to disappoint Xena.

The gunbelt rattled with keys as William pulled it up, "The bullpen is empty because I have every available body on the street trying to get magical problems under control. The Cathedral of Trees has become a sore spot with the media, and the people on the top are putting a lot of pressure on me to put the Bokken riders away." "What are the Bokken Riders doing right now?" Warren asked. He wondered what a magical motorcycle gang could want with a human city. "They are at war with the Laughing Skulls, a local white supremacy gang. They were a minor nuisance before. Now with magic returned, the laughing skulls are using the Chaos to spread their message of hate." Grace took a seat and sighed, "

I could hear him agree as I slowly drifted away for the second time that day. ***** Teddy’s POV The van with the guards was right ahead of is, the gang and I were running out of gas too. We had run into a few more of the Black Haven pack and true to Gage’s plan, groups would break off to fend the way of me. We were down to maybe ten or so, I dared not turn my head to count though. The biker on the left had pulled out a gun and was spraying bullets occasionally, one guy was hit and had to fall back.

Every single breath he took felt like a shield keeping the dangers of the outlaw world far away from my skin. I knew that the morning would bring more club business, more dangerous meetings with the highway brothers, and the constant threat of the Devils gang lurking at the edges of our territory. Tank was still locked away in the dark basement cells, and the memory of Raven's bitter eyes was a warning that the trouble was never truly gone. The life of a biker president was always going to be written in blood, gasoline, and violence.

It's definitely one of dad's people, someone on the inside. I'm confident that the few I threw out aren't who I'm looking for; they were just plain thugs who tried to live up to the myth of the roughneck biker but were too stupid to cover their tracks. If they had the balls to pull off something like this, I would've noticed it in them. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear.

I hear the roar of bikes coming from the road and glance up placing my mobile away. Lex is reading lead with Roger, Jax, Michael and Dean following behind. They’re all on mean-ass Harley’s the low rumble ordinarily a sweet noise to my ears. Tonight, as it starts to get dusky, it reminds me of the days when we were in the gang and had wars on our hands, battles to fight, stakes to claim.