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I gave him the same rundown I’d given Bryce. When I finished, he leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms thoughtfully. “So the plan is basically… ride motorcycles, collect toys, eat barbecue, and listen to music?” “That’s the general idea.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You realize you’re asking a bunch of bikers to do exactly what they already like doing.” “That’s the point.” He laughed. “Yeah, I’m in.” Two. The rest of the conversations came easier after that. Some members barely needed the explanation.

If anybody could tell me what should I do to stop myself from loving her, from stop adoring her? Suddenly, I heard the thud sound. I looked around and I found that two of the bikers in front me were laying on the road and their bikes flew few feet’s forward from them. And I found myself right on the finishing line. I pooled brakes immediately and went to see them. They were not badly injured, Just some rashes here and there. I guess it’s normal for a biker to have this much. They stood up quickly and went towards their bike. “You killed it dude. It was thrilling race. I was so excited to see you. What did you eat in the morning?”

She raised her gaze at him; her eyes found his sly one. The biker was chewing his gum deliberately slowly, his jaw moving deliberately. His eyes glinting with laughter, he smiled at Sara. "Hey, don't be like that," he said, his voice low and teasing. "We're simply trying to be nice." Sara's eyes narrowed and she requested him to step aside. "Can you please get out of my way?” she said, trying to maintain a strong voice. The biker chuckled, though, a mocking sound low. He didn't budge; as he chewed his gum, his eyes never left hers. Stuck as she was among the bikers, Sara felt a surge of rage and anxiety. *****

Like it was built to keep people out. As we walk, I notice the others. Men scattered along the grounds, some near motorcycles parked in neat rows. The sound of an engine roars in the distance, and I turn to see a group of riders speed past the gates. Black leather jackets, helmets, the glint of chrome. My chest tightens. A biker gang. I don’t need anyone to explain it to me. The signs are all here. The mansion. The heavy security. The bikes. This client is definitely not a regular person.

"And if you try to run, I will find you. And I will break both your legs." I believed him. Jackson was waiting by his bike. He wore dark jeans, a black t-shirt under his leather cut, and sunglasses that hid those cold gray eyes. He looked me over slowly, his expression unreadable. "Get on." "I have never been on a motorcycle before." "Then today you learn." He handed me a helmet. "Put this on." My hands shook as I fastened the helmet. Jackson swung onto the bike and looked back at me expectantly. I climbed on behind him awkwardly, not sure where to put my hands.

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

I said to them, trying to step away, but I stepped into another biker that stood behind me. I hadn’t even noticed him until that moment. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was looking down at me with his helmet covering his entire face. “Please…” I said to them. “Just let me go—” “I don’t think we are going to do that,” the first biker said. “Not until we have a little bit of fun with you.” “What is it that you want?” I asked. “Money? I don’t have much but—” “Oh, we don’t want your money. But I think you know what we do want,” one of the men laughed.

– but I said almost. - Look, guys, he wants to confront me. Everyone present laughs. - Go home, himbo. This place is not fit for your health. - Are you going to make me go? The biker is furious. He grabs the Beta's collar and prepares to punch him. - If I were you, I wouldn't do that. – they hear coming from the door. - Killer! – everyone says. - Why not Killer? This little guy thinks he can come to the MC as if it were his private restaurant.

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

The bike stops right in front of us, so close I feel the heat from it. I can't map out the rider, but they feel scary. “Hey, what the fuck, man!” the brunette snaps, irritation edging into his voice. The biker swings a leg off, never turning the lights off. They lift something long and solid. Is that a bat? They roll it once in their hand, casual. Almost bored. “Who’s first?”