Novel & Cerita Biker Or Not

“Rider, I will put in a call and tell them Bonnie is having bike trouble. I will tell them you will go in her place.” He nodded and stood up, “Prez.” He nodded once to me and walked out, leaving me with Ink. “How old are you?” Ink asked, “17.” I answered. “How long have you wanted to be a biker?” he questioned. I shrugged, “Since I was 13.” He raised his eyebrow, frowning slightly. “That’s a bit young to know you want to be an outlaw.” He said, suspiciously. I sank back in the bed, “I’m tired.” I told him, desperate to get him out of the room.

He said with a small smile and Paine nodded. “Really? What did you think we are?” He asked and he shrugged. “Some members of a Biker's group!” He said and Our eyes widened as We turned to stare at each other before turning thier gaze to him. “What, no!” Paine said with an akward chuckle. “We couldn't possibly be bikers!” I said, trying to hide the huge F which was written in my clothes. For some reason, he didn't see it. Weird. “C'mon! Let's heard to a quieter side so that you guys can show me the drama!” He said with a grin and both I and Paine faced each other before gulping and following him.

He was studying me with that calculating look he got when he was considering something risky. “Can you even ride a bike?” he asked. Everyone turned to look at me. Some of the guys were smirking, clearly thinking a human girl couldn’t possibly know how to handle a motorcycle. “Maybe,” I said, trying to sound modest. “Maybe isn’t good enough for racing,” one of the younger guys said with a cocky grin. “These aren’t toys, human. They’re serious machines.” Something competitive flared up inside me. “Want to bet on that?”

Victor asked, looking at me. I shook my head. I didn't know where he was at the moment. I don't make it my job to baby him and make it my business to know where he is at all times. "Well, we need to find him." Victor said. "Yes. We do." Dante replied. The biker was still crying, looking down at both of his bloody knees. Victor turned to him again. "Is there anything else I need to know before I leave?" He asked. The biker obviously shook his head. Victor didn't believe him, but I assumed he felt like he'd found out enough and was in a rush to end the traitors.

King explains. “Exactly, what family you are born into, that last name you have can be the difference between acceptance and rejection. Let’s use bikers, what is the reason for bikers having a bad name?” I look around. “Because they’re wrong, they deal with illegal shit. Have no respect or morals.” Samuel glances at King.

"Frederick probably doesn't even know who Tyger is." "Heh, he doesn't even know that Tyger has fallen, so how could he possibly know about Tyger from the biker gang?" Tyger was indeed very famous around here, but it was the kind of notoriety associated with a bad reputation. This so-called biker gang was the group under Tyger's command, and they were usually arrogant and domineering. A motorcycle rode straight into the pedestrian street, ignoring the crosswalk. After hitting someone, the rider didn't even look back and straight vanished down the road.

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.

Mervon powered the bike down the freeway heading for the next state. She loved the freedom riding a bike gave her, or at least the illusion of it for the time being. The road was long, and at this time of morning, it was virtually empty. So, she opened the throttle and let the bike go, totally unaware that both Morningstar and Maverick had called in favours from Police Officers on their payroll. She was being hunted by the two largest and most powerful MC gangs in the USA. It was only a matter of time before one of them caught up with her. After an hour of mindless, boring miles on an empty road, she noticed a couple of Bikers riding just behind her; neither had any insignia on their jackets

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

“I used to think you were at the beginning.” “You want that punch?” “I’m saying…” I moved to my seat. It wobbled. Or I wobbled. Who knows? “I’m saying this was a bikers club. It wasn’t really family. Buggy and I just needed a roof over our heads and I was tired of being hunted down by the police—” “Because you were hacking into bank accounts and stealing money.”