Books About Biker Gangs Novels & Stories

Never in such a manner. We have enemies, yes, but only a fool would attack the clubhouse knowing that the club is filled with highly trained bikers, not only that, some members are former military and they know how to fight. But this feels and smells like a massacre. I jump out of my bike and Hera is already off of it. " What the hell?" She whispers and her words are enough to make my blood boil. I run forward, heading to the entrance of the clubhouse. The sight before me is enough to have me freeze.

“Some people just join those gangs because they love motorcycles. It’s a hobby. A lifestyle thing.” Emily tilted her head slowly, giving me a very skeptical look. “Yeah… right.” I laughed. “I’m telling the truth! You know Eddie?” “Yeah,” she said. “He’s part of a biker gang.” Emily folded her arms. “Why do you keep saying biker gang?” I shrugged. “Because it’s a gang.” “It’s an association,” she corrected immediately. I smirked. “A gang is just a group of people.” Emily rolled her eyes. “You’re the one saying they’re lawyers and professionals, and you’re still calling them a gang.”

He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

' We spent the night drinking and reminiscing, while our men spent their night enjoying the barflies, getting drunk and dancing to the band, but as the night sky turned from inky black to a beautiful myriad of dawn colours, more than a hundred Bikers were assembled in Gio's car park ready to ride. Juan and Miguel had also honoured their agreement with me, and as we headed for the confrontation, more and more Bikers joined us, and we made a formidable sight spread out riding down the highway. The road was empty, as we had called in favours to enable this, and it wasn't long before outriders had discovered where the FBI was hiding. I gave the signal for the men to surround it. Then, I ordered

He said as they headed inside and put the beers on the cooler by the living room. “You are right, those guys are gangs and they target nice cars. But since you reported them, the police seemed to be working hard. There have been a lot of reports about carnapping.” Gibson said. “But they can conceal it like they were a gang. It is still possible that someone like Raynold’s men are lurking in the area.” “We still need to be careful. I am sure that it wasn’t a coincidence. But those biker guys surely could be our eyes. They were protecting the people of the town.”

The gunbelt rattled with keys as William pulled it up, "The bullpen is empty because I have every available body on the street trying to get magical problems under control. The Cathedral of Trees has become a sore spot with the media, and the people on the top are putting a lot of pressure on me to put the Bokken riders away." "What are the Bokken Riders doing right now?" Warren asked. He wondered what a magical motorcycle gang could want with a human city. "They are at war with the Laughing Skulls, a local white supremacy gang. They were a minor nuisance before. Now with magic returned, the laughing skulls are using the Chaos to spread their message of hate." Grace took a seat and sighed, "

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.

I replied, my voice barely there but audible enough that she caught it. Jax lounged back and mirrored my actions, offering a weak smile as a way of an apology. He couldn’t help being the way he was sometimes; that all came down to being raised in a biker gang. He’d disagree about the gang comment and tell me that it was a club, a group of guys who shared the love of bikes and the liberating feeling of cruising the wide-open road. Then I would politely remind him about all the shady dealings that would take place within that unsavory establishment known as “The Clubhouse”, and he would often be stumped into silence. It was a biker gang . . . one he kept begging me to join. “So, Mrs. Banks's s

He stood up, moved away from the table, and answered the call. "Yes, Sheriff. What's going on, calling me so late?" His voice was calm, but I could feel the seriousness. "Just eat." Noah reminded me to ignore his dad. I tried to focus on my food, but Mr. Adam's words about a biker gang were clear. I looked at Noah. His jaw was clenched. Even though he pretended to be calm, I knew he was on alert, listening to his father's conversation. It seemed like chaos was happening downtown due to a biker gang.

“Saxon, are they all…?” “Heartless Bastards?” I laugh softly and squeeze her hand comfortingly. “Yes. All of them. But don’t worry. They may be a bit rough around the edge, but as long as you show them respect, they’ll show it to you.” Tammy nods, and I introduce her to a few of the guys. Some of them have girls who could best be described as “biker gang groupies” and have been in our orbit for as long as I can remember. Unlike Roxy, they know where they stand with these guys. None of them are looking for a ring, just a fast ride and a good time. They don’t even glance at Tammy as she passes. She might as well be invisible to them.