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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.

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

And his voice— His voice promised war. "Two days, and you'll see exactly how much those rules have changed." He turned. Sharp. Aggressive. And his wolves fell in behind him. The Beta hesitated. Just for a second. Like he was going to argue. But Shianne revved her bike. Loud. Pointed. And he moved. The bikers formed a loose escort. Not touching. Not threatening. But there. A wall of leather and chrome and barely-contained violence that made it very clear—

he was quick to agree with that. After giving him a few directions, we pulled up in front of the bikers driveway and the garage door was open all the way and the two bikers were sitting in there drinking. they stared down at the car I was in as we stared back up at them. Mike said, " wow! you weren’t kidding." he handed me a small bottle of baby oil and the note that they wrote to me and said, " your going to need this oil because I think they're right. your going to become their bitch tonight." I took the baby oil and the note and got out of the car.

I scoffed, setting my glass down hard on the wood. "You wanted the girls dead, Julian. I gave that to you. Which specific biker gang took them is absolutely none of your business. Whatever extra details I find out during my missions do not concern your office. But..." I paused, holding his gaze. I leaned closer. “If you want to know so much, let me give you a free piece of advice... avoid angering the bikers in this region. Those people contribute heavily to the underground safety of this entire pack. Your royal toy security alone cannot make this territory safe for everyone to stay. Leave them be. Next?"

The bikers kept going for a while before realizing he had stopped. This gave Blake enough time to get the car ready and take off again, this entire situation was on dangerous ground, the road was winding and he didn't want to kill anybody but their lives were literally in danger and he wouldn't risk it. They turned back and sped toward him, as they came forward, he flew straight at them, by the time they almost collided the bikers flew off their bikes hitting the ground hard as their bikes continued to drive on their own until they crashed form the force of the speed. Blake continued at a fast pace to get as much distance as he could. After an hour he was sure they were safe and he slowed do

The other two bikers grabbed me by my arms and dragged me a few feet. I heard the bikers gag. Then suddenly I was free from their grasp. I steadied myself and turned to see the bikers dangling with their feet inches above the ground. Adrian had them by their necks, their faces turning purple as they struggled. He let them drop like sacks to the ground. “How dare you lay a finger on her.” Adrian’s voice was terrifying. His eyes glowed with rage. I could feel it rolling off of him. The bikers gasped for breath as they dragged themselves to get away from Adrian. Adrian picked up the leader and slammed him into the wall.

I climbed the bike with Nolan, wearing an helmet and holding his torso. We drove off into the night and we screamed out our lungs. Honestly getting to shout and ride a bike felt therapeutic for me, always reminded me of the younger days. “Once a biker, always a biker!” Cassian shouted loud enough for us to hear, amidst the wind. While we rode back home and having fun we came to a halt at a secluded spot. A group of bikers had blocked the road, they looked like gangsters. “Oh Cassian what have you done now,” I whispered underneath my breath.

"Package came for you today. Left it in your room." I nodded my thanks, settling Eli at a table with his coloring books. The other bikers treated him like a beloved nephew, indulging his endless questions and teaching him everything from poker to motorcycle maintenance. He was growing up surrounded by people who'd kill to protect him, even if they didn't know exactly what they were protecting him from.

I wasn’t about to hide it, not from him. “I was driving,” I began. “The bikers came out of nowhere. Surrounded us, opening fire. The car held, but I knew if they kept at it, eventually they’d find a weak point. I was ready to ram through them when—" I broke off, shaking my head. “When Mex calmly pulled a laptop from his bag. Michael did the same. They started typing, Daniel. Like it was rehearsed. And suddenly… every single one of those bastards fell.” Daniel blinked at me. Once...Twice. Then he laughed—a short, humourless sound. “You’re telling me my two seven-year-olds took down a gang of armed bikers… with laptops?”