Booktok And Bikers Novels & Stories

I climbed off my bike and headed inside, pushing in through the worn door, and stopped short at what I saw. It was packed, mostly with guys I didn’t recognize. They weren’t wearing any cuts, but they were clearly bikers. They were sitting around in groups, not really mixing with the few Demons guys I saw. Dow caught my eye and nodded. I headed over and sat next to him at the bar. “The fuck is going on today?” I asked him. “Rebels,” he said, shaking his head. “Shit.” TomTom slid me a glass of whisky, and I nodded at him. “Already?”

“Make reservations for the VIP sections.” Dylan nodded softly with a smile, before taking another drag on his cigarette. The dude is a chronic smoker. “The members of the biking clubs. How drastic have they increased?” the questions left my mouth in a bid to distract myself from the thoughts of Isa. “Overly drastic. Most of them are mafia pimps and they are making their way into being the best biker of the town. But your daughter. Your daughter is the best biker for now.” he exclaimed puffing the smoke around the living room happily.

After we stopped and got off the bike's, He said, "Come on bitch. It's time to have some fun." We walked into the house and all owner's of those Harley's were there drinking beer and smoking weed. They were all in the club from the jackets they wore, and they just looked at me as I stood there in the living room like they knew what I was doing there. The biker who brought me to that house grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the room and told me to sit in it. Once I did, he walked up in front of my face and began to undo his belt and pants. As he did this, he said, "You like to look and be treated like a girl? Well, you got your wish. Tonight your going to be the club's little cock

We are started out as friends, then we became enemies, before in a cheesy way love conquered all. I was broken, abandoned, abused, and bullied. But all that only made me who I was supposed to be. Their woman, their wife, the mother to our girls. I may not be a mafia princess, but they are my bikers. They are my best friends, my men, and my destiny. And I can’t wait to see what else is thrown at us because I know no matter what it is, we will come out of it on top and stronger than before. The End.

Mom was begging the same guy who’d raped me and targeted me. “Come on, let’s go.” I didn’t fight when Lucas led me to the car, then we drove off. Mom was still with Becky. When we got home, Lucas walked me inside. I couldn’t think straight at all. I needed to know what the hell was really going on. “Listen to me, Casey. Stay away from Becky. He’s dangerous. He’s a drug dealer, he rapes women, he does all kinds of chaotic shit… “ I stared blankly at Lucas. “Aren’t all bikers like that?”

A set of bulky men with intimidating tattoos in leather jackets strode inside, their boots thudding against the worn floor. Bikers. My stomach tightened with fear. How will I survive ina bar filled with scary looking men in only a swim suit? I could see their eyes stealing glances at my direction. Fortunately, I noticed women trailing in behind them, laughing and brushing hair from windblown faces. Relief washed over me, and I was able to breathe again. Fair enough. The bartender raised a hand. “Sorry, folks, I’m closing up.” One of the bikers clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. You can spare two hours. This is our spot.”

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

I make a mocking face. Haru giggles softly. “Maybe.” We step out of the apartment and head toward our bikes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a few men hiding behind a van. All that leather screams “bikers.” Without drawing attention, I walk over to Killer. “Question: are we on lockdown because you’ve got beef with another club? Because there are some bikers playing hide-and-seek behind that van to our left.” Killer tenses slightly and looks down at me, then glances toward the van.

Another biker joined and then another. More bikers began to appear beside the biker girl. They were numbering up to fifty men and women on motorcycles of different styles and makers. I realized that they had all slowed down but were in motion. "Biker girl just brought the whole Toll Riders," Frank said as their number dramatically increased. "Turn around," I ordered Frank. Frank looked at me as if I was an extra eye just opened on my forehead. "I do not think that we can take them all boss," Frank cautioned but my mind was already set.

"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."