Novel & Cerita Booktok Bikers

A set of bulky men with intimidating tattoos in leather jackets strode inside, their boots thudding against the worn floor. Bikers. My stomach tightened with fear. How will I survive ina bar filled with scary looking men in only a swim suit? I could see their eyes stealing glances at my direction. Fortunately, I noticed women trailing in behind them, laughing and brushing hair from windblown faces. Relief washed over me, and I was able to breathe again. Fair enough. The bartender raised a hand. “Sorry, folks, I’m closing up.” One of the bikers clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. You can spare two hours. This is our spot.”

All the bikers nodded their heads, giving glances to one another. I was the only one wearing my helmet again, so no one would know who I am. I'm pretty sure they know I'm a girl because of how my boobs and ass look, but they said nothing. The sound of gunshots brought me out of my thoughts, and with that, all the bikers started their engines. I couldn't help but giggle when 'Speed' roared to life, and then we all went off.

“I used to think you were at the beginning.” “You want that punch?” “I’m saying…” I moved to my seat. It wobbled. Or I wobbled. Who knows? “I’m saying this was a bikers club. It wasn’t really family. Buggy and I just needed a roof over our heads and I was tired of being hunted down by the police—” “Because you were hacking into bank accounts and stealing money.”

“We had a little accident.” I listen while he explains the message — the panic, the cryptic crap from D — while my eyes stay glued to the bike. A few guys are wrestling it out of the surf, water pouring off it like blood from a crime scene. Something cold slides down my spine. The fucker tampered with my bike. My jaw tightens so hard it hurts. Fucking asshole. This wasn’t some prank. This was clear intention. He wanted us hurt … or dead. My stomach knots.

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full Circle Mia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were. "Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to."

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

Someone had turned them into this twisting raceway that went under the city. There were makeshift bleachers along the walls, packed with people I could barely see through all the cigarette smoke. Bikers in leather, rich people in fancy clothes, and everything in between. They were all here for the same thing, danger and speed. I watched Tristan get ready for his race. He moved like he'd done this a million times before. He checked his bike the same way he worked on customer bikes at the garage, his hands going over every part. When he walked over to me, putting on his black helmet that covered his whole face, my heart was beating so hard.

“Yes, Mi lady,” “Hey reckless princess,” he said to her with a broad smile. Elara smiled back. “I'm not reckless” I walked towards the bikers, while Henry's voice which teased Elara, and hers which replied savagely echoed in the background which I barely paid attention to. “Coach, any word for us before we step out there for this tournament?” A biker said, resting his hand on the handlebar of his bike while standing elegantly beside it. Everyone of them turned their gazes to me, anticipating what I had to share.