Biker Or Not Novels & Stories

And there it was, My bike. Silver. Smooth. Beautiful. Like moonlight trapped in steel. For a second, I forgot the pain. My heart beat fast, excitement, joy, pride. “Wow,” I whispered. “It’s… beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it.” He smiled. “It’s even better in person. It’s one of only two released in this city.” He asked if I needed a teacher, but I chuckled. “No. I can drive.” Of course I can. I rode a bike back home. A smaller one, but silver too.

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."

Then I looked up. “So how did you get the title, really? What happened to the last guy?” “He stepped down.” “Just like that?” “Something like that.” “Biker presidents don’t just retire.” Jarek met my gaze. “No. They don’t.” I let the silence stretch. He didn’t fill it. “Me being here, what does that make me?” I asked finally, voice quieter. His gaze flicked to my bruised cheek, lingered a breath too long, then dropped to my lips.

he said softly. Before I could respond, the front door of the bar swung open. A group of men walked in, and the atmosphere in the room changed instantly. They weren't wearing Vipers colors, but they were bikers—large, rough, and looking for trouble. One of them, a man with a shaved head and a tattoo of a coiled snake on his neck, scanned the room until his eyes landed on our booth. "Well, well," the man said, walking toward us with a swagger that made my skin crawl. "If it isn't Ruan Montague. I thought you only hung out in the city, Prez. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"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.

I'm not too up on the latest biker bullshit though I'd heard stories before I came here and had done some research on my own to get some idea of what I was walking into. There's some shit that these people do that I can never wrap my head around, but one thing I know, if a seller has a buyer lined up, then there were talks of a deal.

"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."

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.

"You killed our father, Duke. Self-defense or not, you ended his life and buried him like a dog. Maybe it's time you paid for that." "Self-defense is legal." "Prove it." Connor's smile turned cruel. "You were seventeen. Alone with a dead man. No witnesses except me, and I say it was murder. You think a jury will believe you over me? The educated, successful brother versus the violent biker with a criminal record?" Duke's hands clenched. "Why are you doing this?"

My leather jacket felt too tight suddenly, constricting around my chest. I wanted to touch his hair badly, wanted to listen to him ramble all day long or watch him smile. He didn't know it, but I liked him a lot, and it was driving me crazy. We might be Alphas from different Packs, but we were all working for one person in the Bikers association, and we might take over from the old hag if we did our job right. But we were slacking lately, and folks from Summer West were the ones taking control.