Biker Rules Novels & Stories

Clarice got down from her bike and stepped aside. Kaze checked her bike thoroughly. The initial check was normal as he found nothing unusual. However, a racer knew a bike better than him, so if they were to tamper with the bike, they could cause it to break down halfway or destroy it completely. It was easy for a fellow racer to sabotage one another. Moreover, they were on an outdoor track where the rules were set by the home team. If B and his team played dirty, no one would notice.

With gritted teeth, Bruce requires with desperation. “Sorry,” The biker’s voice calm and cold, “inquiring and information, that’s the deal. We can’t make contact. The most we can do is to make a delivery and sneak a look into the house, but that’s it. Even that takes at least 10 minutes’ preparation.” “I’ll double the payment,” Taking a deep breath, Bruce tires his best to suppress the spouting anger. “It’s not about money,” Though hearing his anger, the rider doesn’t flinch at all, “Sorry. We have our rules. No can do.”

He just did a slow scan from my heels to my throat, and his jaw locked. “Problem?” I asked. “You look like a target,” he said. “Good. Let them look.” He opened the car door himself. No driver tonight. He was driving. Control issues. “Rules for tonight,” he said as we pulled out. “Rule seventeen: You don’t drink anything I don’t hand you. Rule eighteen: You don’t speak to Russo. Rule nineteen: If I tell you to run, you run. Don’t look back.” “What about rule one?”

Sienna cross The first shot of whiskey burned, the second completely numbed me, and the third....the third made me forget how to care. I wasn’t even sure how I ended up at the Pit, it was some biker bar on the edge of the city, as I walked in the lights were flickering and there was something sticky on the floor, only God knows what it is..... I knows I shouldn't be here...but something about the neon lights and noise matched the chaos in my head.

There is a line of masked people waiting to get in. "There are the rules." Liam points to a poster on the brick wall. It reads, Rule One - Death or lasting harm must be consensual Rule Two - Don't intervene Rule Three - Do what you're told Rule Four - Don't ignore the safe word The third one gives me chills. I can't imagine all of the terrified girls that roll through here. Liam looks down at me. His eyes make my heart skip a beat. "Last chance to turn around Nara."

I rev up my engine and speed up. I guess the biker doesn't like playing chicken as much as he thought, because he freaks out and books it and suddenly the entire biker gang falls away, knowing I'm not in the mood to play. It's about damn time! Do not mess with me right now! I grab my radio. "Beckett, that damn biker gang is back. See what you can do with them. And find out who the driver is for that Ram! I want them all behind bars!" I growl.

I went on. “I know the rule. No biker walks away before forty-five. I know how serious it is. But Myles has given years of his life to this club. He’s bled for it. He’s fought for it. He’s kept you all together. He deserves more than anyone to be considered if he wants a different life now.” Bruno slammed his palm on the table. “Bullshit,” he growled. “You don’t just get to smile pretty and ask for favors here.” His voice was harsh. “He signed his blood in this club. You don’t walk away like it’s a damn church service.”

The fourth biker says nothing. He is smaller than the others. He is covered in tattoos. And he has a gun. He points his pistol at Jim. I don't want Jim to die. Jim turns to face me, his eyes wide. "Run!" he says. "It's okay. I can take care of myself." I roll my eyes. "No you can't, human," I say. He looks so bemused. But he's going to look even more so in a second when I shift. Somebody else emerges from behind the wall of bikers.

I just needed to figure out what to say when I messaged her. X-Biker Friend: Hi there, I wanted to let you know that I'll be unavailable for a while - more than just a few days. I won't be able to take any phone calls, and my responses to texts might be delayed, but I'll get back to you when I can. I enjoyed hanging out with you and am excited to see you again once I return.