Biker Or Not Novels & Stories

And 'Riders MC ' engraved at the top. "This is the symbol of my club. These badges are only given to the MC members. But you both look like you are newly married. Show this to anyone who stops you. This will take you out of this mess faster. Now go" he said while playing with the cigarette in his mouth. Reed nodded his thank you. The biker looks to be in his early forties. Salt and pepper hair adorns his temples and beard. He looks fit and confident. But he is a friend of Victor, which is speaking volumes about what kind of man he is.

It is my only superpower. “It means nothing, huh?” He draws out the words, speaking slowly, but it is downright menacing. “Yeah, nothing.” “Is that why you pulled up your skirt and hopped on the back of a bike with a kid? Because it means nothing?” “Chris is not a kid, okay? And he can drive that Harley like nobody’s business. That is what it is called, by the way, a Harley, not some normal bike.” “And why did you get on that not-some-normal bike?”

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

All the bikers nodded their heads, giving glances to one another. I was the only one wearing my helmet again, so no one would know who I am. I'm pretty sure they know I'm a girl because of how my boobs and ass look, but they said nothing. The sound of gunshots brought me out of my thoughts, and with that, all the bikers started their engines. I couldn't help but giggle when 'Speed' roared to life, and then we all went off.

She was clearly loyal to these bikers. What the hell have I really gotten myself into?

A particular one on his arm caught my attention. It was a dragon spitting fire. "If we don't leave now, his friends would join us here." The Biker dude gestured towards his bike I didn't even notice was parked by my side. "Get on." "Why would I go anywhere with you?" I folded my arm across my chest, suddenly feeling wary of him. 'Who was that gun shooter and why was he aiming at me?' I wondered, having an answer as I stared at this dude in my presence. It was probably because I was with him, he was a Biker and probably a gangster as well.

“Out? You’ve been pushing me out since the day I could walk.” Raiden slammed his mug down. “You’ll work the Iron Fang shop with my men. Full-time. No excuses. Bikes come in, you fix them. Orders come in, you fill them. That business feeds this pack, Damon. You’re part of this pack whether you like it or not.” Damon’s storm-gray eyes flashed. “And if I don’t?”

The ones who would engage would likely be the ones who disregard their morals and rules—probably the irresponsible ones. And if someone like Williams decided to go with me in his suit, along with all his expensive watches and shoes, he’d grab all the attention, and my going there would be ruined entirely. Every biker would want to talk with him to see why someone as rich as he is came to that biker's neighborhood. I can't take the risk. Most bikers are honest, but this one is far from it. They really don't give a damn and might just strip Williams to steal from him.

"It is everywhere. Simultaneous raids across seventeen states. Every major independent club. All being arrested for weapons trafficking, narcotics distribution, money laundering." Subject Seven moved to the window. "This is not coincidence. This is coordinated elimination. The boy is using federal law enforcement to dismantle every organization that could provide resistance." "Why bikers specifically?" Rebecca demanded. "Why target clubs?" "Because you are organized. Mobile. Independent of government oversight. You have communication networks that bypass standard surveillance. You have resources and loyalty structures that make you dangerous to centralized control." I pulled up my own phone.

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'