Booktok And Bikers Novels & Stories

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

"The motorcycle club, where the bikers hang out." At her words I jump forward, sitting on the edge of my seat. "Katy," I whisper as if somebody else could hear us. "You can't break in and look around a motorcycle club." They were bikers, for god's sake. With leather chaps and shit. I don't care what Anessa says about them being her best customers. There are limits. Snooping in on a mobster with good pasta okay, I'll consider it, but this is too far. Everyone knows bikers don't know how to cook. "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

crashing into a table with a splintering thud. Chairs scraped. Boots shifted. Silas didn’t look surprised; he looked entertained. “Sensitive topic?” Silas asked mildly, tilting his head. like he was watching a street performance. I flexed my hand once. “Careful.” He smirked, eyes glinting. “Relax. I’m just curious how women and children fit into the biker life.” The word echoed louder than the music. So that’s how far it spread. “Watch your mouth,” I warned.

Law was feeling a little raw after finally getting revenge against the fucker that had taken out his family, but the son hadn't been there, so that meant we were still in it. I saw a hot new chick off in the corner, but she already had more testosterone on her than flies on shit. Since we had formed the club, there was more pussy in and out these doors than we knew what to do with. I'm not sure what it was about bikers and bikes that make women crazy, but I've never seen anything like it until now. I hadn't seen this one here before, though; I think I would've remembered that ass that my eyes kept drifting back to.

Theria's tone carried a hint of embarrassment mixed with the hope Warren would respond in kind. "I love you too," Warren whispered under his breath. Zealot slung a sawed-off shotgun across his shoulders and marched back and forth in front of the assembled group of misfits. His free hand pointed to the Yale Hotel, "Inside that building is public enemy number one, The Bokken Riders." He paused and made sure no one spoke, "They have terrorized the city and its people for too long. Today we draw a line in the sand that says, your kind isn't welcome anymore."

I said to them, pleased that my voice didn’t tremble. “It’s pretty dangerous walking around alone late at night,” the same biker said. He was getting off his bike, as was everyone else. “I don’t want any trouble…” I said, my voice coming out as only a whisper. “Well, what a coincidence. We don’t want any trouble either,” another one of the bikers said, stepping closer to me. “We just want to talk. There’s no crime in talking, is there?” “It’s very late,” I said to them, trying to step away, but I stepped into another biker that stood behind me.

I scoffed, setting my glass down hard on the wood. "You wanted the girls dead, Julian. I gave that to you. Which specific biker gang took them is absolutely none of your business. Whatever extra details I find out during my missions do not concern your office. But..." I paused, holding his gaze. I leaned closer. “If you want to know so much, let me give you a free piece of advice... avoid angering the bikers in this region. Those people contribute heavily to the underground safety of this entire pack. Your royal toy security alone cannot make this territory safe for everyone to stay. Leave them be. Next?"

he says with a toothy smile, his dimple showing. I don’t buy it. His smile, his words. I cross my arms over my chest, slightly annoyed. “You could’ve told me you meant a biker's bar.” Who knew the nerdy, shy Shane was hanging out with a bunch of hardcore, bike-riding men? “You wouldn’t have said yes,” he tells me. “I promise it’s safe, Alina,” he murmurs. “This…is where I come to when things get heated at home. They serve non-alcoholic drinks, and the bikers are super friendly.”

Levi said to me. “No offense, but there’s a better chance for me to be accepted alone. The packs won’t realize a wolf is infiltrating the club because someone always talks and we don’t even know if some of the pack members might be involved with this whole thing. I can see who the guilty are so I’ll know who to get close to,” I said to them. “I hate to admit it, but the kid’s right,” Levi said. “Okay, that’s settled then. I’ll send you all the details I have and where these bikers operate from,” Kiran said to me.

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.