Biker Names Novels & Stories

“They have been taken apart. I have handled it myself. The city is clean now.” “Structures?” Richard stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss. “What ‘structures’? Speak plainly, man! What are you hiding?” I was losing him. I was losing everyone. I had to give him a name. I had to give him a villain he could understand. A head to cut off. “The Mafia Bikers,” I whispered, the word feeling like poison on my tongue. “There was a… group. A bad group. They are the reason for the old numbers. But they are gone now. I promise you.”

I asked, already seeing where this was going. “Damn right,” Kingston chirped, his tone reckless, eyes alight with mischief. “That Deathrider bike we got you wasn’t for f**king decoration it’s because of him. We didn’t want it to be this soon, but Griffin’s been strutting around like he runs the streets. We tried hiring bikers to knock him down, but hell, nobody could. And now?” He gave me a taunting smirk. “Now he’s calling you soft. Saying Rehab washed you up, and if you’re really the fiery rider from years ago, you’ll challenge him.”

He explained. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I do. Don't you?" He asked. "I've never thought about it. But I figured bikers didn't do kids." Sam replied. "Bikers are like anyone else. Some do and some don't. Our club isn't into the illegal shit so I'm good with kids." Smokey explained. "So, give it some thought." Sam nodded. "Guess who's coming to the clubhouse this weekend?" Smokey asked. "Snake?" Sam asked.

Ryder growls at his paramour. When he says nothing else, I look to find them kissing. That is an effective way to shut Sidhe up. I’ve seen Gator and Angel do the same thing to silence the lunatic. “Alright, children!” The older blonde biker's voice booms. “Wow, I cannot believe I’m related to these horny people,” the teen said with dark reddish brown comments from beside him. “Zip it, Rasmus.” An enormous Irish biker commands while putting away the drones.

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.

"Like these guys." I turn to my boyfriends for a split second, then back to Tristian. "What are their nicknames?" I ask, very curious now. Now I want to know. I didn't need to, but I wanted to. "Haze, Gunner, Blitz, and Asphalt," Tris says right before getting in the car and closing the door behind himself. "We could've told you that ourselves," Sebastian says, causing me to roll my eyes and let a little laugh slip out.

I just needed to figure out what to say when I messaged her. X-Biker Friend: Hi there, I wanted to let you know that I'll be unavailable for a while - more than just a few days. I won't be able to take any phone calls, and my responses to texts might be delayed, but I'll get back to you when I can. I enjoyed hanging out with you and am excited to see you again once I return.

The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run. I stayed completely close to Stone’s side for most of the long evening, sitting tight against his broad chest on a wooden log, but despite my best efforts, my anxious eyes kept drifting across the clearing toward Siren. She was holding court near another large fire pit, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers. She was telling wild, dangerous stories of the open road that had several of the club brothers hangin

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

"And teacher? Come alone." "Mr biker, my name is Amelia." The words came out before she could stop them. Deacon looked at her face for a moment. She thought she saw the corner of his mouth move into a small smile. "I know what your name is, Amelia." The way he said it, low and careful, made her name sound dangerous. "The question is, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?" Before she could answer, he walked away. He left her standing in the courtyard. Her heart was beating fast. Her mind was racing.