Novel & Cerita Bikers

I said to them, pleased that my voice didn’t tremble. “It’s pretty dangerous walking around alone late at night,” the same biker said. He was getting off his bike, as was everyone else. “I don’t want any trouble…” I said, my voice coming out as only a whisper. “Well, what a coincidence. We don’t want any trouble either,” another one of the bikers said, stepping closer to me. “We just want to talk. There’s no crime in talking, is there?” “It’s very late,” I said to them, trying to step away, but I stepped into another biker that stood behind me.

“You really are determined to destroy everything your father built.” Anger flared through my chest. “You grabbed me.” He tilted his head. “You slapped me verbally in front of half the city.” “That is not the same.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” He turned to face me. “But what your little biker friend did inside? That is.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Adrian watched me carefully. “You should know something about men like him,” he said. “What?” “They don’t survive in my world.”

"The motorcycle club, where the bikers hang out." At her words I jump forward, sitting on the edge of my seat. "Katy," I whisper as if somebody else could hear us. "You can't break in and look around a motorcycle club." They were bikers, for god's sake. With leather chaps and shit. I don't care what Anessa says about them being her best customers. There are limits. Snooping in on a mobster with good pasta okay, I'll consider it, but this is too far. Everyone knows bikers don't know how to cook. "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

The bikers kept going for a while before realizing he had stopped. This gave Blake enough time to get the car ready and take off again, this entire situation was on dangerous ground, the road was winding and he didn't want to kill anybody but their lives were literally in danger and he wouldn't risk it. They turned back and sped toward him, as they came forward, he flew straight at them, by the time they almost collided the bikers flew off their bikes hitting the ground hard as their bikes continued to drive on their own until they crashed form the force of the speed. Blake continued at a fast pace to get as much distance as he

The bike stops right in front of us, so close I feel the heat from it. I can't map out the rider, but they feel scary. “Hey, what the fuck, man!” the brunette snaps, irritation edging into his voice. The biker swings a leg off, never turning the lights off. They lift something long and solid. Is that a bat? They roll it once in their hand, casual. Almost bored. “Who’s first?”

We were so damn busy fighting within ourselves that we were forgetting the real fucking enemies. As I made a left onto Leilani’s block, I spotted something a bit back: two guys on bikes, riding side by side. Not too close but not too far away, they made me give them a double take. I rode past Leilani’s place just to be careful. They were probably two fucking suburban dads out for a ride in their leathers. But instead of pulling past me eventually like I expected, they stuck a car or two back, tailing me. Fuck. I realized that these were two fucking bikers following us, not some regular assholes out for a ride on a nice day.

A dude with sunglasses and rip clothes call out! I got the number one, I drove to the starting line, with my hands on the handlebars ready to move. "3...2...1....go!" I accelerated on full speed, with the other bikers on my side it was difficult to surpass them. "Get out dude! This is our race!" The both yelled, starring their wheel with such force that the precipitated towards me. I applied more force on the engine and off I went! They bikers collided against each other, I'll let you imagine what happens next?

As they walked and reached an empty road where the two were alone, Iris pulled her hand and tried to jerk his hands that were too tightly held to set loose. "Ben this cannot happen." she shouted. "What?" He asked confused. Right then two bikers in a bike rode in the area and started eve teasing "Hey girl need a shoulder" and they sped their bike making a grunting noise. They rode few meters and sped back to us circling us around The rider was wearing a helmet but the one sitting behind was throwing dirty words at Iris "your guy screwed up. Come to me. I am great pleaser in the bed." Ignoring them they walked ahead but the biker gave a grunting race to his bike

He didn't expect these bikers to be so professional, even using drone models to livestream the whole event. The biker gang that frequently participated in underground racing events was equipped with highly professional gear.

The engine is still running. The black SUV behind us accelerated, headlights blinding through the broken glass. Two bikes appeared from the opposite lane, engines roaring like predators closing in for a kill. These are professionally organized. Not some random thugs preying on rich people. This one's here for a mission. To kill. I narrowed my eyes. Deluca never used bikes. Neither does my ex-business partner. Who the fuck are these people? “Shit…” Marcus muttered, still gripping his arm tightly. The biker on the left raised his arm. Grenade.