Novel & Cerita Biker Rules

Marcus walked to the far edge, putting distance between us, his back to me. "This is your last chance to walk away," he said without turning around. "Once we cross this line, we can't uncross it. You understand that?" "I understand." "Do you?" He finally turned, and the raw need on his face made my breath catch. "Because I need you to be sure, Jake. I need you to be absolutely certain this is what you want. Because if we do this – if I touch you – I won't be gentle. I won't hold back. I've been holding back for too long."

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

And to my annoyance, I didn’t hate it. I took another bite of my cone just to have something to do with my mouth. “That doesn’t mean he gets to decide everything for me.” “I didn’t say he did.” “Feels like everybody else does.” Bryce leaned his forearms on the table. “There’s a difference between people deciding for you and people standing close enough to catch you if shit goes sideways.” I looked at him then. He shrugged. “Not saying the club gets it right every time. We’re a bunch of controlling assholes on bikes. But the good ones? They’re trying to protect without caging. Takes practice.”

That was enough for now. As they got bigger they brought in more members. Some didn’t stay long. Free pussy came to them. So they took on the skanks. They took care of them and they took care of the brothers. Even though they were a biker club they had a strict code of conduct. Rule one: Never hit a woman. Rule two: If you claim a woman you never disrespect or cheat on her. You put her above all overs. Rule three: We don’t deal in trafficking. If you do, you are out and we turn your ass over to the cops to deal with. Rule four: Ol’e ladies are off limits. Rule Five: What happens in the club stays in the club. Rule six: we don’t tolerate sexual assault. No means No. Even with the skanks. If

I directed my men around me signaling them all to wait a bit. “I want you all to know that the same rules as last time apply for the area. All those who oppose and cause trouble get the same punishment as before.” Audible groans were heard all around. Our punishment system wasn’t harsh; just very demeaning for a wolf. Two weeks of wolf form and the doggy protective wear for bikers. Plus letting any human who asked to pet us do so. It was so humiliating that it worked for most of us in the gang for keeping everyone in line. “Also; our stint here is a week, trouble in the area.” There were a few grunts and groans at that. Most of the guys preferred the month stop over, they usually had to fix

"When? How?" "Last night, apparently." Jaxon explained, his expression grim. "And that's not even the worst part. The boss is extremely angry, more pissed off than I've ever seen him, because someone defied his rules without giving him any valid reason. Another biker racing session was stopped last night, the third one this week." I felt my stomach sink even further. "You think Sera did it?"

The bike stops right in front of us, so close I feel the heat from it. I can't map out the rider, but they feel scary. “Hey, what the fuck, man!” the brunette snaps, irritation edging into his voice. The biker swings a leg off, never turning the lights off. They lift something long and solid. Is that a bat? They roll it once in their hand, casual. Almost bored. “Who’s first?”

No more rules. Just us.

Anda whispered to him running to the track. " I heard you've been playing royalty lately..don't they lock you in a cage or something?"one of the racers asked. " What's that?I hear fear...let's race Gutsy and stop trying to get into each other's nerves.. goodluck,you're gonna need it"Anda smiled and pulled on her helmet getting on her motorcycle. " The rules still remain..do not tackle your opponent is..stay in lane and ...win"Baron said. " Okay babes..are you ready to get yourselves some real cash .on your marks..get ready"A beautiful girl in bikini raised the gun above her head and shot.

Ace opened a new window—a biker chat feed blowing up in real time. Jax leaned in. “They are furious.” “Not at us,” Ace said. “At Delgado.” Ashley blinked. “Wait—they know it wasn’t the Vipers?” Cole nodded slowly. “Bikers know biker rules. And rule number one? You don’t blow up neutral ground. Ever.” Ramirez pointed at the chat stream. “Look at that. Gator’s crew. They have been neutral for years.” Nolan read aloud. “‘Delgado broke the code. The Vipers always respected the line.’”