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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.

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

He made me feel brave and safe, and I had been so desperate to hold onto it, I’d even let myself feel attracted to him, forgetting the most important thing. All bikers are condescending assholes! And they’d never see a whore as anything other than a cunt to fuck! I turned on the shower and muffled the sobs into my hand...

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

He coughed, massaging his throat as I sat back, adjusting my tie and smoothing the front of my jacket as though nothing had happened. “Valentina is safe with me,” I said coolly. “She doesn’t need your protection.” Marco gave a rough laugh that ended in another cough. “No wonder Rico likes you. You and him, you’ve got the same little habits. The same temper.” I ignored the jab. “The bikers. They’re moving again. Look what they pulled in Jersey and New York. They won’t stop there. We’ll have to keep a closer eye.” “I’m already doing that,” he muttered, straightening in his seat. “It’s not easy establishing contacts. They don’t exactly welcome outsiders.”

I heard low conversations, the clink of bottles, boots scraping against concrete, but it all seemed to dull slightly when people noticed us. Or rather… noticed me. The air felt thick with unspoken tension, and no matter how much I gulped, nothing seemed to change around here. I could easily cower and show them that they were affecting me, but I kept my head up, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. Near one of the tables, two bikers were talking in hushed but heated tones. “…told you he shouldn’t have gotten in Zander’s face like that,” one muttered.

“I need space, Jax. Please. Everything is happening too fast. I almost got taken. You almost lost control of your pack because of me. I just… I need a minute.” He stepped back. Anger flashed again, mixed with something sharper. “Fine,” he bit out. “I’ll give you all the space you want.” He turned on his heel. His shoulders stayed rigid. He walked straight into the trees without looking back. His partial shift faded as he moved. Soon the blizzard swallowed his figure. I stood there alone. The clearing felt huge. Three dead bikers. Two abandoned motorcycles tilted in the snow. Blood everywhere. The metallic smell mixed with exhaust art...

‘Mervon loved her like a mother, well, maybe an older sister. She thought with a wry grin, the truth of the matter was she saw Mervon as the daughter she would never have because she loved Xavier with all her heart and soul, but he had never looked at her in that way. Loretta had been forced to watch him take woman after woman to his bed, listening as he gave them the pleasure she longed for. Lying in her lonely bed and pleasuring herself dreaming of the day it was his hands, his fingers, his hard cock ramming into her. It had never happened, he saw her only as a friend, someone useful to him because of her ‘female’ skills, especially with his daughter. Her devotion to him never wavered, and

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.

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle