Books About Biker Gangs Novels & Stories

Jakub whispered and ended the call. Those delinquents had become too brazen, crossing lines and attempting to intimidate Xavier and Rei. Knowing their history, the consequences would be irreversible if the gang could harm Xavier and Rei. I was determined to follow protocol in apprehending them. I was familiar with their backgrounds as I had reviewed their files while advocating for Xavier Woods's employment in my government department. They would not hesitate to engage in a physical altercation with law enforcement, forcing us to use deadly measures. Kaz and I wouldn't have to get our hands dirty; these criminals' recklessness would ultimately lead to their demise.

Of course he would spend that much on me when he was practically a billionaire. “Oh…” I whispered, suddenly cowering in fear as I thought of what the hell I had gotten into. I was quiet for the entire ride, hoping that Ace Lantslov didn't decide that he wanted to stop and rip me apart in shreds halfway. I was so terrified because I had never been this close to a lycan without protection. Lycans were dangerous, and they hurt werewolves a lot. Especially the darn bikers from the biggest biker gang in the world, which was unfortunately owned by the lycans.

Without stirring, she replayed how things played out and to her surprise, the first thing she bothered about was if Drake heard her while she was crying. “She’ll wake up soon, I am-” “What?” She heard Drake ask as Alex’s voice paused. “What is it?” “Bad news.” Anna’s ears became more attentive, she had a feeling it was about her and Josh’s first plans. “What? Let me see.” A scuffling noise followed. “Is IC. Inc still involved with the Bikers gang? What on earth is this? What is our business with those hooligans?” “They are claiming we still help them in drug and human trafficking.”

My legs trembled like they didn’t want to hold me up anymore. “Cassius, they’re behind us!” I cried. He shoved my helmet back on. “On the bike!” I climbed on with shaking hands. Cassius revved the engine hard. “Hold on!” We shot forward as bullets rained behind us. Two riders burst into view. “They’re catching up!” I screamed. “Not today,” Cassius growled. He swerved sharply. One rider pulled up beside us, too close. Cassius leaned and fired once. The rider crashed in a spray of dust and metal.

Maybe it was the knowledge that when I walked downstairs, I wasn’t walking into that room as someone waiting for permission to belong. Today, I was walking in to receive proof that I already did. I had never seen the clubhouse so full. Even before we came downstairs, I’d seen the bikes outside through the bedroom windows. They lined every available inch of gravel, packed so tightly together they looked less parked than gathered, chrome flashing beneath the afternoon sun while brothers from other chapters laughed and smoked below. The smell of barbecue drifted through the open windows, mixing with exhaust, leather, and the kind of celebration only bikers could turn into something halfway betw

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.

In fact, she had the same banner plastered to the wall of her apartment too. There were motorcycle helmets stacked perfectly behind the door, and a punching bag stood in one corner, looking worn out from use along with some dumbbells laying under it. On the shelves, tucked behind trophies and medals from games he had won, were books. Real books. They also looked worn out from reading, and she recognised some classics. They were books she loved, but never imagined a boy like him would ever touch. There was an open sketchbook on another drawer, with a half-finished sketch of a bike. She gasped, fascinated at how good he was. She reached down and slipped open the previous page of the book, and

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

I know," I said, burying my face in his vest. The weight of the last few weeks finally crashed down on me. I had seen a murder, been kidnapped, survived a war, and saved my father. I had lost the life I knew and found a new one in the middle of a biker gang. I looked at my hands—they weren't shaking anymore. They were steady, ready for whatever the road had in store for us next. We walked out of the mansion as the sun began to rise over the mountains, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and gold. The Phantoms were already on their bikes, their engines idling in a low, rhythmic thunder that sounded like a victory lap. Ruan led me to his Harley. He didn't put on his helmet right away.