Books About Biker Gangs Novels & Stories

Every single breath he took felt like a shield keeping the dangers of the outlaw world far away from my skin. I knew that the morning would bring more club business, more dangerous meetings with the highway brothers, and the constant threat of the Devils gang lurking at the edges of our territory. Tank was still locked away in the dark basement cells, and the memory of Raven's bitter eyes was a warning that the trouble was never truly gone. The life of a biker president was always going to be written in blood, gasoline, and violence.

"I'm doing this. With or without legal approval." Sarah closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. But I'm going to be there. With paramedics on standby. And if this goes sideways, I'm pulling you out myself." "Deal." As we walked out of the police station, I kept my arm around Lisa. People stared—we'd become infamous. The biker enforcer and his society bride. The alliance nobody wanted. "Jackson," Lisa said quietly. "That photo of your truck. You weren't anywhere near the Iron Wolves clubhouse that night."

"Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me directly." The bikers exchange glances but don't argue. Whatever Ryder Kane is to them, his word is law. "Come on." He guides me toward the clubhouse entrance, his palm warm against my spine. "Let's get you looked at." The inside is even more impressive than the outside. Exposed wooden beams stretch across a cathedral ceiling. A massive stone fireplace dominates one wall, with animal heads mounted above it. Pool tables, leather couches, and a well-stocked bar create distinct areas for socializing. Everything screams wealth and power.

It's definitely one of dad's people, someone on the inside. I'm confident that the few I threw out aren't who I'm looking for; they were just plain thugs who tried to live up to the myth of the roughneck biker but were too stupid to cover their tracks. If they had the balls to pull off something like this, I would've noticed it in them. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear.

There was talk of merging the MC and the gang but while we trusted each other, most of the gang didn't want to adhere to MC rules and many members of the MC didn't agree with all of the morals of the gang. Besides all the Saints, Joker also introduced us to the Twins, Willa and West. They were legends. Everyone involved in the underground knew their story. They were two kids that were on the run with their mother from their father and brothers since their father was the leader of the Kings which at the time was one of the strongest and most brutal Mafias.

“Blade—how many of them are there?” “Too many to count and they’re not going to stop until Cruz—or you—are down,” he said, his voice grim. “We need to disappear. Now.” The alley loomed ahead, dark and narrow. I glanced behind us. The bikers had remounted, engines roaring like beasts in the night. One shot rang out, missing by inches, slamming into the wall where I’d been a moment before my ears rang. Cruz groaned again. “Nova… don’t…”

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

He also knew he was looking at the future King of the Blue Moon Bikers. Maverick learned quickly; he had to. Sean tried his best to scupper every chance he was given, and at first, the younger boy fell for his schemes, wanting to be the ‘Prince’s’ friend. The teenager soon discovered he was being set up to fail and look stupid in the eyes of William, the first time those kind eyes turned to him in disappointment was the last. He stopped trying to be Sean’s friend and, more importantly, he stopped covering for his mistakes. His gut instincts told him the King’s brother would soon make a fatal mistake as he took more and more risks as he tried to impress his friends and look like a future King

Perhaps the answer lies not in the question I ask, but in the unspoken language his body betrays. "Were they like a gang or something," I finally say. He looks at me, lifting an impressive brow, "You are an observer aren't you?" What does that even mean? "Just answer my question." "Bikers gang." Like in the movies. Wait, these things are real. "You are kidding?" He doesn't reply just gives me a look. "So, like is the mafia real too?" "Yes," he deadpanned. Oh my God. I always thought they were stories from the past. It feels like I've been living in a bubble for so long.

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.