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the other one yells in response. "Y'all better get the fuck away from my bar!" The bartender shouts as he comes out of the bar with his shotgun in hand. The bikers scramble to get atop their bikes, and after a few minutes of difficulty, the bikers finally roar to life on top of their motorcycles and speed off through the town, a truck with Skinner inside following them. Sebastian pulls me into an alley, and we wait until the motorcycles can no longer be heard.

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess part of me felt like I’d earned a little more trust than they wer

Duke asked. "Immediately." Axel picked up the book again. "She doesn't want anything from me. Doesn't need anything. She just—talked to me. Like a person." "Women talk to you all the time," Snake said. "Not like that." Axel looked at them. "You know how most people talk to me? Like I'm either a threat or a novelty. The big biker. Something to either fear or collect." He tapped the novel. "She talked to me like I was just a man. Unremarkable. Normal."

“She is just another beautiful, strong woman who actually belongs inside your dangerous world. She knows exactly how to ride a heavy bike, how to fight your enemies, and how to be a real part of this heavy life. I am a civilian. I am never, ever going to be like that.” Stone’s sharp jaw clenched with so much force that the muscles in his face bunched up like iron. He didn't care about the thirty bikers standing around the clearing watching us. He reached out his strong arms, grabbed my waist, and pulled my small body hard against his massive chest, locking me into his hold. One of his large hands tangled itself deeply into the strands of my hair to hold my head steady, while his other palm g

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.

"Back off right now or you'll regret it." "Look at this fat bitch trying to act tough!" one of them laughed cruelly, gesturing at me dismissively. "Fuck off, little girl, before you get hurt. This is biker business and you don't belong here." Right before my eyes, one of the larger men walked over and bent down to pick Axel's unconscious body up off the floor, probably planning to drag him away somewhere.

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.