Biker Giant Novels & Stories

I declare, and He rolls his eyes. “I have an extra bike in the shed over there, but if you scratch it I’ll rip your head off and hang it on my wall as a trophy,” I warn, turning back to my bike. Maverick turns to the shed and opens the door to reveal a bright red Yamaha R6 with black wheels that has a tag with the name Ezra on it.

Big bully Ben was just catching up to him outside the bus, ready to grab him by his bag when the sound of a smooth running engine suddenly filled the vicinity. The whole of North Atlanta High, including Nat and Cassie, had to stop and marvel at the motor bike that rolled into the school before stopping in front of the bus. "Who is that?" gasped Cassie, mesmerized. They watched the rider slowly get up from the bike—a red Ducati Monster 795. He was clad in a classic red leather jacket and blue jeans then stepping on the ground with black boots. The rider went on to take off the black helmet, revealing a boy with thick black hair which thinned out from the sides of his square head down to the s

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

I quickly started walking away. Suddenly, a bike zoomed past me, way too close, making me jump. The bike stopped right in front of me, blocking my path. I shuddered. I didn't know the guy. What was clear was he wasn't a Black Hell member. His jacket clearly said "Fallen Bike." A skull image made it even more terrifying. The biker came closer to me. He was tall, muscular, with a wild stare. He smiled, sticking out his tongue like I was a tasty snack. "Who are you, Sweetheart?" The guy immediately asked me. "I've never seen you in this small town?"

He accepted the challenge as easily as if we had told him we needed help moving furniture. I exhaled, tension loosening in my chest. “Alright,” I said, clapping my hands once. “Let’s plan.” Cassian stepped forward. “I know a guy, a bike technician. The best in underground circuits. He can help with frame calibration, lightweight arc-welding, speed optimization… all the stuff we’ll need. But we need to pay him well because he doesn’t work with corporations.” Lilith raised a brow. “You know him how?”

He stretched out his hand. “Alexander.” I shook it. “Jaxson.” The other twin followed, quieter. More guarded. His eyes assessed before he spoke. “Adrian.” I nodded in greeting. James looked between us, clearly pleased. “You guys would get along.” I raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure. “They’re bikers,” James added. That clicked something into place. Alexander’s eyes lit up with interest. “You ride?” “Yeah,” I said. “My dad owned an MC.”

Carl instructed while Tom nodded as he clicked on the icon. Tom maximized the video, and everyone watched and listened keenly as Carl explained a few things to them. It was a video, which showcased skills and stunts professional global bikers make while riding. “These skills helped the Glazers team stand out in the last Bike race competition against the Fire sprouts team. I mean, we can't deny that know they qualified for the semifinals with these stunts they pulled, can we?” He asked, while they all fixed their gazes on the large screen. Carl shook his head and stood at their front, wanting to get their attention.

One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin. Before I could give the dickhead a response, someone spoke for me. "Picnic, back off. She's the one Chanel spoke about." It was the same biker who had shown me directions yesterday. The rest of them had their attention on me now. "Hey, you." I said when he moved to my direction. "Hello, it's nice seeing you again." He smiled at me. "Can we get on with the measurement stuff? You guys can fuck later." One of the bikers with the patch 'Tail Gunner' grumbled with an underlying impatient tone. Some of the bikers broke out laughing.

Two. The lead biker’s front tire exploded. The bike flipped forward, sending the rider flying into a brick wall like a rag doll. The second biker swerved to avoid the wreckage, and I took the opportunity to put three rounds through his chest. He slid across the pavement, sparks flying in a long, bright arc before he disappeared into the dark. I dropped back into the seat, breathing hard. “I think that's the last of them.”

​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.