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And our primary goal is to make sure they won’t have any reasons to pull a gun, but if they have, we don’t give them enough time to act. ‘That’s right.’ A few minutes later, a road bike pulls to a stop in front of the packhouse, where Brock awaits their arrival. The biker has black leather clothes, a slim waist, and long chestnut hair covering one shoulder. She turns off the engine, removes her helmet, and stares daggers at us. I gulp under her scrutinizing gaze, squeezing Jason’s thigh. Bliss sends courage through our bond, reminding me that we are strong. I carefully sniff, making sure to commit her scent to memory.

He knew I was lying but didn't probe further but instead settled beside me and took my palm into his, rubbing it gently. "You'll be fine. It's nothing serious" He said through our mind-link and I cocked my head to him. He was wearing a black tank top that glued perfectly to his shirt, highlighting his muscled chest and biceps. I glanced at his black leather boots too which made him look like a biker. My Alpha Biker. I chucked silently at my own thoughts and he turned to me with a raised brow which I responded to by shaking my head.

His chiseled jawline was carefully sculpted, and his deep brown spiky hair spread across his face, dancing in the wind and slightly hiding his emerald eyes. Each of them wore similar clothing;. Typical characteristics of bikers. They were in jeans, boots, and a vest that displayed their club color. [WILD HOGS]. They also wore a red neckerchief, the ends clasped with a sliding knot ornament. Gold chains hung on their necks, with earrings attached to their ears. In total, they were the word Perfect itself.

the motorcyclist proposed, his deep and resonant voice calming me. You can trust him, a little voice spoke in my mind. I sighed, nodded, and hoped I hadn't just invited a psychopath to sit in my broken-down car with my three young children. I watched the biker closely as he sat in the passenger seat, removed his helmet, and called the local mechanic. It sounded like they knew each other and had a cordial relationship. According to the handsome man beside me, Jack Turner agreed to be here within the hour and would give me a tow free of charge.

I exhaled slowly, when his finger touch my cheek. “Can you take me home?” “I don’t know where your house is,” he replied. “Maybe you can give me an address… or I can take you on my bike.” My eyes widened instantly. “You have a bike?” He smirked slightly. “It’s right this way.” He led me to where an elegant, nightshade, black bike was packed. His bike was a damn beauty, and from looking at it, I could tell it cost quite a pinch. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling brightly as I ran my finger over the machine.

the biker said. “That sounds like a good idea, but I can't drive a vehicle, I'm only good with boats and canoes“ the fisherman said. “Alright, I'll do it!" The first biker said as he broke the window of the driver's side of Xandro's truck for he couldn't find the keys in Xandro's clothes laid at the river bank. He entered and pulled out the ignition wires and tried to start the vehicle but fortunately, the truck responded to this new hack.

" __ Then two biker dudes approached them. They kept making remarks about how attractive they were and asking whether they would want to ride on the back of their bikes. Sunny politely said no. But Beth replied to the one guy, as she seemed attractive to him, saying, "I'll take a quick ride!" The guy was tall. He had dark, long brown hair and a beard. Sunny whispered in Beth's ear, "Don’t leave me at this bar for too long." Beth laughed and said, "It was your idea to come here!" Don't worry, it will be a quick ride. " __ Sunny followed Beth and the tall biker man outside. Beth jumped on the back of the motorcycle and put a helmet on. She waved at Sunny and shouted, "See you soon, sexy bitch!

"Now move. We're burning daylight." Mom squeezed my shoulder. "Go. Learn. Come back safe." I wanted to argue, to refuse, to be brave. Instead, I grabbed my jacket and followed a stranger who could probably kill me with his bare hands. The other bikers watched as Jax led me to his bike, a matte black beast that looked like it ate smaller motorcycles for breakfast. He threw me a helmet. "Ever ridden before?" he asked. "No." "Then hold on tight and don't let go." He swung his leg over, and I realized I was supposed to get on behind him. "Arms around my waist. If you fall off, I'm not stopping to pick up the pieces."

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I quickly started walking away. Suddenly, a bike zoomed past me, way too close, making me jump. The bike stopped right in front of me, blocking my path. I shuddered. I didn't know the guy. What was clear was he wasn't a Black Hell member. His jacket clearly said "Fallen Bike." A skull image made it even more terrifying. The biker came closer to me. He was tall, muscular, with a wild stare. He smiled, sticking out his tongue like I was a tasty snack. "Who are you, Sweetheart?" The guy immediately asked me. "I've never seen you in this small town?"