Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

"Breaking news tonight at 6. Investigative reporter Meredith Rager exposes outlaw biker gangs in and around South Central Kentucky." Denise felt sick to her stomach as she sat with the group of bikers, and probably over half the town, ready to tune in for what was promising to be a big announcement. Tyler had let her know that he'd gone earlier to warn Meredith, to let the woman know that whatever she thought she knew was probably not the truth. Denise's heart sank when he told her that Meredith had blown him off. They hadn't been great friends, but Meredith had been a neighbor, and she genuinely liked the younger woman. This had bad written all over it.

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

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

He replied, while pouring her a glass of the sangria she brought. The meal progressed and she enjoyed Drakes company and his cooking. During their dinner conversation, she learned that he was a Rhodes Scholar and a Yale graduate. He had graduated with a double major of law and business. He had taught himself to cook. He enjoyed a challenge, mental or otherwise and whether he bested it or was bested, he learned from it. His double major had been proof of his love of a challenge. His family was very wealthy. Old money. With that money, he helped the people that he could. When he formed the motorcycle club, it was with the idea to help women escape from deadly abusive relationships, and assi

But the peace doesn't last long. The heavy thrum of engines starts to vibrate through the walls. It’s a low, rumbling growl that I can feel in my teeth. The bikers are arriving. The doors swing open, and the silence of the morning becomes officially dead. Enforcers, road captains, and sergeants start filtering in, their leather vests creaking, their heavy boots clunking on the hardwood. The air instantly fills with the smell of exhaust and leather. I stay where I am, kneeling by a booth, pretending to be completely oblivious to the room. I concentrate on a non-existent spot on the table, but my ears are ringing. I hear the whistles. I hear the murmurs.

Liam replied nonchalantly. His parents raised their eyebrows, they had never heard of a biker gang, and they knew about all the other underground mafias and gangs, it just proved that the biker gang was a small-time gang. Liam's dad sighed, "I'll fix This, I'll make a couple of calls, and you're safe." His dad assured, patting his son on the shoulders. Liam smiled faintly and nodded slightly, "Okay." He was feeling relieved after hearing his dad's words.

But today he is not in the mood. He ignored her and became busy with his work. He already informed Nero that he found Mia. The bikers gang which executed this kidnap is wiped out entirely. But their MC president is missing and Reed is on the lookout for him. Reed shot the bikers one after another. Finding Mia was the only thing he wanted. The MC has a total of Two hundred and twenty-three members. A hundred and eleven among them are women and kids. Mercilessly he killed all the men leaving the women and kids alone. They shouldn't have done the mistake of taking the girl who is under his protection. Now they have to pay. Russia has only a few bikers.

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.

My legs trembled like they didn’t want to hold me up anymore. “Cassius, they’re behind us!” I cried. He shoved my helmet back on. “On the bike!” I climbed on with shaking hands. Cassius revved the engine hard. “Hold on!” We shot forward as bullets rained behind us. Two riders burst into view. “They’re catching up!” I screamed. “Not today,” Cassius growled. He swerved sharply. One rider pulled up beside us, too close. Cassius leaned and fired once. The rider crashed in a spray of dust and metal.

"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."