Biker Or Not Novels & Stories

"Because I asked for silver." One of the bikers, younger, mouthy-looking, leaned forward. "Yeah, but why? You plan on killing werewolves or something?" He giggled, finding himself ridiculous. "'Cause werewolves don't exist." Joseph looked at him with cool disinterest. "You don't ask what a man uses a gun for. You just shut up and get paid so you get to keep your tongue." The biker scoffed but didn't push it. Diesel gave a humorless chuckle. "Fair enough. And the payment?"

“OK, OK. Fair enough.” “I’m not your type, trust me. So just try your luck elsewhere.” She turned her drink around and around between her hands. “I’m a good girl, and I don’t go home with bikers.” “Well, thank Christ for that,” Jax said. “‘Cause I’m not a biker.” “No?” she said looking him up and down, taking in his boots, jeans, black t-shirt, and tattoos that ran the whole length of both his arms. “Nope. I mean, I have a motorcycle, but I’m not in any kind of club or gang, or whatever the hell you may be thinking.” He moved a bit closer to her. “I’m a business owner.”

“Leave them behind?” “I don’t want to,” I said. “But I also don’t know if I can be what they need long-term. A biker’s girlfriend? Three bikers’ girlfriend? Living in a compound, always looking over my shoulder, accepting violence as part of daily life? That’s not who I was raised to be.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” I snap out of my horny daze and look up at him. He’s frowning, clearly not enjoying being checked out. Never met a biker who didn’t like the attention of a woman. Then again, I’ve noticed he’s different from every other biker... or any healthy man, for that matter. Maybe he’s gay. The hot ones always are. “Fuck you. My room, my rules. You came in here, so I can check you out if I feel like it.”

Cracker’s POV “Can I buy you a drink?” I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as--- I mentally groaned.

“You’re walking into the Annual Meeting with wolves who smell blood. If you’re going to survive biker politics, you need more than sharp instincts.” “I can ride,” she said quickly. “You’ve seen me.” “I’ve seen you ride,” I corrected. “I haven’t seen you command.” Her brows furrowed. “Hmmm, there’s a difference?” “Obviously,” I replied sounding almost sarcastic. “In this vast world of ours, motorcycles aren’t transportation. They’re statements. The way you ride tells everyone exactly who you are, either; weak, reckless, or untouchable.” She crossed her arms. “And you think I look weak?”

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

I didn't bother to ask her about Artemis. When I stood beside the stairs, I saw a tall handsome man with brown hair and brown eyes calling with Artemis' name. He's looking like some model. His dress up and everything is like a model as if he just came out from a shooting. "He's not at home." I finally said, loud enough for him to hear. He seemed to notice me just now. "And you are?" He asked with a annoyed tone. "At first tell me who you are." I crossed my hands on my chest.

No one answered. Kade’s patience snapped slightly. “Enough.” The single word carried weight. Authority. The others backed off immediately, disappearing again like they had never been there. That told me everything I needed to know about his position here. I looked at him slowly. “You’re not just some biker,” I said. “No.” “What are you, then?” He held my gaze. “Someone who kept you alive longer than they planned.” My breath caught. “They?” I repeated. Kade didn’t answer immediately.