Biker Rules Novels & Stories

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

"I am just saying that this motorcycle club has real needs that aren't being met. We have got young prospects waiting around for months just to get their patches, we have got big deals waiting on your final approval, and you are spending all your free time playing house with a regular civilian girl who walked into our bar five days ago asking for a fake date." The entire room went completely, deathly quiet. Nobody moved a muscle. Even Jax looked incredibly uncomfortable, his eyes darting between Stone and the older bikers. Stone slowly released his tight grip on my hip and took two long, heavy steps forward, his massive, towering presence suddenly filling up the entire living space. "Tessa i

When they walked in, Prez, Traci, VP, Scribe, Radar, Tracker, and Cash were already in the office waiting for them. "Take a seat." Prez ordered. They sat down on the small couch to the side of his desk. VP was sitting on one side of the desk, while Scribe, Radar, Tracker, and Cash were sitting at the table. "We have rules in place for safety reasons. We all have to follow these safety protocols to keep our brothers and families safe. We all voted on these rules when we began this club. One of those safety rules is not getting involved with a victim or client." Prez explained.

It's definitely one of dad's people, someone on the inside. I'm confident that the few I threw out aren't who I'm looking for; they were just plain thugs who tried to live up to the myth of the roughneck biker but were too stupid to cover their tracks. If they had the balls to pull off something like this, I would've noticed it in them. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear.

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

He replies clicking his knuckles ready to spar with me. I nod and face the warriors, “Good morning, now I know you all want to jump right in but I want to start off with some ground rules. I know those of you from the Crescent Moon Pack don’t have many rules but here on this field we do and they are very important, we have these rules for your safety but also to teach you control, I’m sure there are a few of you here that can tell you what happens if you break these rules.” I say looking at Alister in the crowd. He bows his head as a few nearby look at him.

Vincent ordered, his eyes darting through the chaos, constantly scanning for danger. The scene in front of us resembled a medieval battle—both sides charged at each other like warriors in a deadly clash. For a brief moment, I was frozen, transfixed by the sheer ferocity of the fight. The bikers moved with precision, their actions coordinated like a seasoned unit, each movement deliberate despite the mayhem erupting around them. Before I could process it all, a burly biker with a mohawk and intricate tattoos running down his arm sprinted toward us. My instincts screamed at me to flinch, unsure if he was friend or foe.

my serious nature returned; the aura of an alpha enveloped all of them. “Now, let's go over what we discussed at home.” “Nicky, you first.” “Okay, first rule, under no circumstances should you fight; fighting is not allowed.” "Neil." “Second rule, under no provocation should we fight, and also no gambling.” "Nora," I could already feel a headache coming as I looked at her. “Third rule, no fighting, no killing, no maiming, no pranks on people, no breaking up relationships, no illegal business, no stealing, no smoking, and most importantly, for every good deal, get your money in cash or kind.”