Books About Biker Gangs Novels & Stories

' she spoke with a final tone. "From the way you spoke to the executives. I was genuinely scared for you." The biker continued, stopping the conversation with my subconscious. "Pfft," I hissed. "You shouldn't have been." "Don't take Bishop's warning likely. He's as dangerous as Havoc, the club's president." Ohh, so, his name was Havoc. I just remembered that when I met some bikers earlier, one of them said something like Havoc being on a fucking spree. Not surprised at all... A man like that would always have women at his beck and call.

"Breaking news tonight at 6. Investigative reporter Meredith Rager exposes outlaw biker gangs in and around South Central Kentucky." Denise felt sick to her stomach as she sat with the group of bikers, and probably over half the town, ready to tune in for what was promising to be a big announcement. Tyler had let her know that he'd gone earlier to warn Meredith, to let the woman know that whatever she thought she knew was probably not the truth. Denise's heart sank when he told her that Meredith had blown him off. They hadn't been great friends, but Meredith had been a neighbor, and she genuinely liked the younger woman. This had bad written all over it.

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

It didn't take very long before he caved. "Well, they're a biker gang. They're really respected in the city, although I know they've got quite a hectic reputation. I'm pretty new - only got my jacket yesterday - so they don't tell me much. They're cool though. Are you in a gang?" "Ah, that's cool. I don't do gangs, I prefer being a lone wolf," I responded, heading back to where my loan bike was parked.

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."

Shit kickers that had seen way better days and never smiling. They were the kind of bikers that put fear in every man, woman, and child when they rode through a town one hundred strong. They kinda remind me of the gunslingers of the old West. Only these days, old man Mallory was a lot more refined. He wore silk suits and loafers and shit.

But today he is not in the mood. He ignored her and became busy with his work. He already informed Nero that he found Mia. The bikers gang which executed this kidnap is wiped out entirely. But their MC president is missing and Reed is on the lookout for him. Reed shot the bikers one after another. Finding Mia was the only thing he wanted. The MC has a total of Two hundred and twenty-three members. A hundred and eleven among them are women and kids. Mercilessly he killed all the men leaving the women and kids alone. They shouldn't have done the mistake of taking the girl who is under his protection. Now they have to pay. Russia has only a few bikers.

I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.