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He explained. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I do. Don't you?" He asked. "I've never thought about it. But I figured bikers didn't do kids." Sam replied. "Bikers are like anyone else. Some do and some don't. Our club isn't into the illegal shit so I'm good with kids." Smokey explained. "So, give it some thought." Sam nodded. "Guess who's coming to the clubhouse this weekend?" Smokey asked. "Snake?" Sam asked.

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

What if he let it slide and the next man decided to go further than touch my wrist. Heavy doors creaked open, and I turned left, noticing the high-roofed hall just beyond the bar for the first time. Bikers rode in, moving their bikes into formation, while more started to leave their tables, hurrying towards this hall where it seemed the real entertainment was about to begin. Colt and the old man were whispering behind me now, but I really didn’t care much for what they were saying. My attention was completely arrested by the sight of two bikers standing on their bike, their chest tilted towards the tank, hips leaning forward, so their bikes were left standing on just one tire as they began t

He merely shot forward. The two bikers were close, neck-to-neck. “Come on, go Max!” the Outlaws cheered their leader. “Go Aston!” the Ryders cheered their leader. Giselle shouted calls of support for Max while Lexi wanted Aston to win. When they came past us again, Lexi had her boobs open. “Yayyy Aston!” I shook my head at her. Dumb bitch! Max spun his bike to throw dirt in Aston’s face. It slowed him down just enough for Max to take the leader around the corner.

But nothing that would suggest this place was run by hardass bikers. Merigold leads out a set of double doors that lead to a large backyard where a barbecue is going on. The only thing that lets you know this is a biker club is all the bikes out front, the emblem on the wall, and the vests the guys and a few women are wearing including Merigold. She told me one time they are called kuttes. There are kids playing in the yard, kids that are like nephews to me, Jace, and Jax. They are playing, laughing, and having a good time. “ Tank, why do you have that baby so close to the grill. Are you nuts?” Merigold shouts running up to a guy that is as big as his name leads to. This guy is massive. But

, the inquisitive little queen that she is. “There is a code we bikers live by. My father violated that code and by that same code my actions were considered justified”, I told her, since she'd learn about it sooner or later anyway. “That, and I had already been running the crew for a few years at that point”! “For a bunch of bikers, you’re hardly ever on them”, she says. Being a biker is so much more than riding them, but even we know how weather limitations work. “It’s cold and wet, we’re not reckless”, I tell her.

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.

I chuckled, lowly, knowing these fuckers don't have an inkling of what they are getting themselves into. I cocked my head and let a mocking smile tug on my lips. The bikers, looked at each other then barked out a laugh. Typical humans. They are unaware of my pack members watching and had already stood from their seat, perked up and ready for my command. "What the fuck are you smiling about?" The bald biker spat, as if turning off a switch as his face turned dead serious. It makes me laugh. His hands moving to grab me but I was quicker, and snatched his throat, lifting him into the air.