Biker Rules Novels & Stories

I asked him in disbelief to confirm it again. “Yes love it's yours,” he said while giving me the key on which happy birthday love was written. Making my heart jolt in happiness. “But there are some strict rules you have to follow. Like you will ride this bike on your own when you completely learn it after I teach you and when I'm not around you are strictly prohibited to touch it,” he said in his firm voice. I nodded at him. I accept all his rules. “Now let's go so we can celebrate your birthday in some different way,” he said with an evil smirk plastered to his handsome face.

“They say that if the pipes are loud, ongoing traffic will hear them, but the sound from the exhaust goes straight out of the back end. All it does is make them go deaf prematurely—” “And piss pedestrians off,” Brennan grumbled. As the bike approached, I tilted my head to the side, recognizing that it wasn’t a Sunday rider on the back of it. “Biker,” Conor confirmed. “No tags,” I murmured. “Does there need to be? Nearest MC to us is the Sinners,” Brennan pointed out. “He’s not wearing a cut.” I lifted my cellphone and as the biker drove by, I snapped a photo, full frontal and a real beauty, then immediately sent it to Conor, whose own cell buzzed as he received it.

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.

"Before I stop being polite." The tall Viper looked like he wanted to argue but one of his friends grabbed his arm. "Come on man. It's not worth it." They backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the growing darkness. Maya watched until they disappeared around a corner. Her hands were shaking and she shoved them in her pockets so no one would see. "You okay?" Blackwood asked again. "I'm fine." Maya looked at her bike. At the neighborhood around her. At the six bikers standing there like they were waiting for something. "I just need to fix my starter."

I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means. He places the book in the table between us. A few words are written in reddish brown on the brown surface. "What's in it?" I ask. "Basically rules, what is expected of a capo, a wife, an underboss, a solder and a couple other things I don't want to discuss. It has a list of punishments for traitors, or when rules are broken." his eyes do not move from me. My eyes looking at anywhere but him. I decided to focus on the book since we were talking about it.

Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother. Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs.

The door flung open again and one of the muscular bikers yelled, “get down, you too!” Our bodies slowed down for a moment and we tried to get down, slowly to avoid being injured. Then, his huge hand grabbed mine and flung me out into the ground. I fell, crashing into a rock, as I let out a yell from pain. “Careful with her,” Liam warned but the biker ignored him. “Keep it low,” he warned, his finger placed across his lip.

"The bike's fixed, the night is young, and I know a diner with the best cherry pie in the state. Put the helmet on, princess. Let's see if we can outrun your problems." I looked from the helmet to her outstretched hand. For the first time in my life, I wasn't scared of anything. I swung my leg over, grabbed her waist, leaning on her. "First rule," she said, revving the engine until the gravel shook beneath us. "Don't let go." She glanced back. "Second rule — try not to fall for me." The bike shot forward into the dark. I was already in trouble.

"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."

Skull looks at me and narrows his eyes just for a second then continues “You know boy, I’ve been around a lot longer than you and you’d be smart to listen to me. Bikers aren’t meant to be legit. And when your father ran this MC it ran with the blood of our enemies and the sweat on our brows as we made sure no one took up against us. You’ve turned this place into some kind of joke and I won’t stand for it.” “What are you going to do old man? Your on our turf. We outnumber your club five to one even at your compound. Try it. You might get one shot in before everyone of my brothers tries to take you down.” “That’s where you fuck up boy. You let them see you as their equal. Your Prez for a reaso