Books About Biker Gangs Novels & Stories

Once Brick had left, he sat down at his desk, relieved to have two things off his plate as of late and confident that they would finally have a means of laying these longstanding matters to rest. Some odd years back, if anyone had told him he'd be getting the assistance of a known motorcycle gang to help with long-standing cases he'd have either laughed or shot the person on the spot, but here he was enlisting assistance from bikers on cases. It was a shock to the system as to what the world had been coming to, but given the history of lawmen being aided by numerous criminals, he shouldn't have been too surprised by it.

“Leave them behind?” “I don’t want to,” I said. “But I also don’t know if I can be what they need long-term. A biker’s girlfriend? Three bikers’ girlfriend? Living in a compound, always looking over my shoulder, accepting violence as part of daily life? That’s not who I was raised to be.”

Or a victim of those who was? “Shit, I knew they pretended to be a motorcycle gang. They took the idea. Then go deeper than thought? I mean, abusing women is as common as theft, fencing and drugs with gangs. Motorcycle clubs that deal in the darker aspects of life can be active in a lot.” Craig took a chug of his beer and watched Alrick toy with his beer. Alrick’s thoughts were on the run again. The speculation in his mind was in full swing, and he’d become distracted. He’d not noticed the can’s seal was still closed. “You going to drink that? Or take up juggling until it explodes in your hands? If it does, you’re cleaning it up.” Only Craig could talk to his Alpha like this in private. Thei

“Still, you can’t get involved in a rogue family Jackal already has his eyes on. That’ll put the entire team in trouble, Reign. We can’t face Jackal at the moment.” He’s right. Damn, he’s right. My pack is a team of bikers. We started as nothing but broken warriors, men who’d lost their families and packs through war and betrayal. Instead of being sold into slavery or picked off one by one, we banded together and built something new. A crew. A brotherhood. Slowly, it became a pack…our own kind of pack. But we’re still small. Too small to go head-to-head with a man like Jackal.

He made me feel brave and safe, and I had been so desperate to hold onto it, I’d even let myself feel attracted to him, forgetting the most important thing. All bikers are condescending assholes! And they’d never see a whore as anything other than a cunt to fuck! I turned on the shower and muffled the sobs into my hand...

“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.”

“We’ll stop at my girl’s before Riccardo. The tire’s ruined anyway. That bastard shot it.” He lifted his phone. “Tell the boss his son’s here. Bring backup.” I closed my eyes. The car reeked of blood and smoke. Despair sat heavy in my chest. The Colombo. Everyone knew their reputation. They were the rot of Cosa Nostra. Dishonest, vile, feeding off the trade the other families despised. Flesh for profit. Girls stolen and broken. Faces flashed in my mind.The missing girls plastered across the news, smiling in photographs. Smiles that would never return.

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

I kept a close eye on every underground media outlet I could find. Anything that reported on the biker crews around Lucas Corner was usually buried deep in unofficial blogs, anonymous pages and word-of-mouth posts that spread faster than anything legitimate ever could. It was risky to publish anything about those clubs openly, but that didn’t stop people from talking and ever since the way the biker brothers had rushed out of Jane’s apartment, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong and now I had proof.

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio