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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.

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.”

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

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.

Shouldn’t be allowed to race. I feel heat flood my veins, chasing away the cold. “Stupid asshole nerd,” I grunt. “I bet he’s never even sat on a bike. Probably thinks throttle is a type of smoothie,” Kiara adds. I scroll back to the homepage. My stomach tightens again. My brothers are listed. All of them … even Ilkay. And Axel. Each one with their own little dossier of judgment and conspiracy.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

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.