Biker Wings Novels & Stories

He was seated, his gaze on the little scene unfolding between Cohen and I. I sighed. A part of me was relieved that I still have him to protect me, that he's still looking out after me like he had always done. Cohen glanced at Papa's direction before he brought his gaze back to me. “Nice to have you back, twin sister” He smirked, a smirk I wished I could rip off his face. Then he disappeared out of sight. The tournament started, the bikers getting to the track to ride. Bikers filled the track, lining up in rows with their colorful bikes.

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

“I’ll teach you. This afternoon, if you’re up for it.” A distraction from the nightmare James had created. A skill that might serve her well if she needed to run again. “Okay,” she agreed. “This afternoon.” Duke’s “teaching bike” was smaller than his custom Harley—a Sportster, he called it, lower to the ground and more forgiving for beginners. They’d driven to an abandoned airstrip outside town, where miles of cracked concrete stretched empty in all directions. “Basics first,” Duke said, walking her through the controls. “Clutch. Throttle. Brake. Gears.”

He stretched out his hand. “Alexander.” I shook it. “Jaxson.” The other twin followed, quieter. More guarded. His eyes assessed before he spoke. “Adrian.” I nodded in greeting. James looked between us, clearly pleased. “You guys would get along.” I raised an eyebrow slightly, unsure. “They’re bikers,” James added. That clicked something into place. Alexander’s eyes lit up with interest. “You ride?” “Yeah,” I said. “My dad owned an MC.”

“Good morning, ma. I’m Evelyn. The Alpha sent me to get you ready for the wedding. A female voice spoke from outside. I was still sleepy. But today was THE big day. I would be getting away from my father and his toxic family, and I would also be finally getting over Kade. But as for the cartel, there was no way I would let Alina inherit it. I would come for it once I was ready. I pushed myself up, my body still heavy, and opened the door. A woman in her early thirties stood there, smiling brightly. “Oh my goodness,” she said, eyes lighting up. “You’re even prettier in person.” “In person?” I frowned slightly. “Yes! The Biker Lord has had your picture as his wallpaper for years. I kept wonder

His head tilted slightly, tracking sounds the rest of us couldn't hear. There were six other riders. Seven total. I recognized Marc on the black bike, he was decent, played fair. But then there was Vic on the red bike, and my stomach dropped. Cole on the yellow. Jensen with the scar across his jaw. Three others I didn't know, but they had that look. That hungry, desperate look of riders who'd do anything to win. "That's a lot of competition," Sarah said quietly. "They're not competition," Orion said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "They're just in the way."

"It is everywhere. Simultaneous raids across seventeen states. Every major independent club. All being arrested for weapons trafficking, narcotics distribution, money laundering." Subject Seven moved to the window. "This is not coincidence. This is coordinated elimination. The boy is using federal law enforcement to dismantle every organization that could provide resistance." "Why bikers specifically?" Rebecca demanded. "Why target clubs?" "Because you are organized. Mobile. Independent of government oversight. You have communication networks that bypass standard surveillance. You have resources and loyalty structures that make you dangerous to centralized control." I pulled up my own phone.