Biker Rules Novels & Stories

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."

“I don’t know what happened in that cabin, and frankly, I don’t care. But whatever this is between you two ends now.” Heat flooded my face. “That’s not your decision to make.” “It is when it gets Knox killed.” The word hit like a blow. “Killed? What are you talking about?” Melissa’s laugh was bitter. “You really don’t know, do you? About the rule?” “What rule?” “The relative rule.” She moved even closer, lowering her voice to barely above a whisper. “No romantic or sexual relationships between Vipers and Vipers’ family members. It’s one of the oldest, most sacred rules in the club. Break it, and the punishment is death. Public execution.”

Ronan’s expression changed immediately. He was already thinking ahead. I could see it in his eyes. Then he spoke again. “Biker racing,” he said suddenly. The hall went quiet for a second. Even Thor looked slightly taken aback. Ronan continued, feeding the idea as if it had already been planned. “We both have racing units,” he said. “We both have trained riders. Let it be simple. Speed and control and a competition of skill. No bloodshed. Just dominance.” A few council members exchanged glances.

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.

The woods obviously weren't safe and Eirika needed to be looked at. "What?" "Rule no 2: Do not touch my woman. Rule no 3: Do not ever touch my woman. Rule no 4—” “Seven hells! I get it!” “Good. Cause If you do—" Arric continued in a chilly tone, "I'm going to rip out your arms." "Do you know what happens to people who are overconfident?" "Hmm… you can enlighten me while you try to keep up," Arric said, “As long as you understand the four rules you should be tolerable.”

He nodded at me and muttered something along the lines like we will earn your trust. "Okay so the rules are 1) I don't want any back talking, And 2) you have to respect all your brothers. 3) you should not swear. 4) no drinking and drugs. 5) you are not allowed to have a boyfriend 6) you have to tell us every time when you go somewhere." His rules are reasonable.

He’d play the role of a bodyguard, keep me alive, and eventually bring me back safely to the pack. He lays down his rules as the bike slows down. “Rule one: You stay alive. Don’t do anything stupid. Rule two: You don’t wander off alone unless I say it’s safe. Rule three: Paxon and Ragriz are still hardcore rivals, and since you chose Paxon, congratulations—you’re officially a rival now too...” This confirms my suspicion that the peace treaty’s a facade to the underlined hatred. “...Rule four: Avoid paparazzi. Don’t be the reason your face ends up in some shitty tabloid.”

The ones who would engage would likely be the ones who disregard their morals and rules—probably the irresponsible ones. And if someone like Williams decided to go with me in his suit, along with all his expensive watches and shoes, he’d grab all the attention, and my going there would be ruined entirely. Every biker would want to talk with him to see why someone as rich as he is came to that biker's neighborhood. I can't take the risk. Most bikers are honest, but this one is far from it. They really don't give a damn and might just strip Williams to steal from him.

I looked across the entire room. “And one more thing. Everyone standing here tonight, remember this. The Leon family can replace a district boss. It can replace drivers, lawyers, mistresses, accountants, and even the groom at a wedding. But the rules do not change. Anyone who tries to use this family as a ladder to climb up the ranks, I’ll break their legs.” This time, every single person lowered their head. I knew this fight was far from over. The real retaliation would begin tomorrow. However, I had been waiting for this day for far too long.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.