Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

"I'm doing this. With or without legal approval." Sarah closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. But I'm going to be there. With paramedics on standby. And if this goes sideways, I'm pulling you out myself." "Deal." As we walked out of the police station, I kept my arm around Lisa. People stared—we'd become infamous. The biker enforcer and his society bride. The alliance nobody wanted. "Jackson," Lisa said quietly. "That photo of your truck. You weren't anywhere near the Iron Wolves clubhouse that night."

I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

He said as they headed inside and put the beers on the cooler by the living room. “You are right, those guys are gangs and they target nice cars. But since you reported them, the police seemed to be working hard. There have been a lot of reports about carnapping.” Gibson said. “But they can conceal it like they were a gang. It is still possible that someone like Raynold’s men are lurking in the area.” “We still need to be careful. I am sure that it wasn’t a coincidence. But those biker guys surely could be our eyes. They were protecting the people of the town.”

It's difficult to justify it. It will be slightly darker, and you'll see more from The High Rip Gang. The book is work of fiction, as well as the events in it, except for a few things here and there. However The High Rip were a real gang, Liverpool's one of the most feared groups, famous for using knives and belt buckles during their fights.

Shit kickers that had seen way better days and never smiling. They were the kind of bikers that put fear in every man, woman, and child when they rode through a town one hundred strong. They kinda remind me of the gunslingers of the old West. Only these days, old man Mallory was a lot more refined. He wore silk suits and loafers and shit.

' 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

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

​After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies.

My hands trembled in my lap and I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms until they burned. The car rolled to a stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them stood a sprawling mansion, dark and imposing against the evening sky. Bikers moved around the courtyard, some repairing bikes, others sparring shirtless with knives glinting in the last rays of sunlight. Wolves padded between them, their eyes reflecting the headlights like liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just some biker gang. It was something else. Something ancient and terrifying. And why did they have wolves as....pets?

Maybe it was the knowledge that when I walked downstairs, I wasn’t walking into that room as someone waiting for permission to belong. Today, I was walking in to receive proof that I already did. I had never seen the clubhouse so full. Even before we came downstairs, I’d seen the bikes outside through the bedroom windows. They lined every available inch of gravel, packed so tightly together they looked less parked than gathered, chrome flashing beneath the afternoon sun while brothers from other chapters laughed and smoked below. The smell of barbecue drifted through the open windows, mixing with exhaust, leather, and the kind of celebration only bikers could turn into something halfway betw