Claimed By The Biker Giant Novels & Stories

she added and finally stopped staring at Petal and smirked at Sunny. "Yeah, right. The Rebels may be an impressive name in the gang world but we are stronger and have more allies. Once the other MC's hear what you've done, they will be begging to join us and destroy you." I shot back. "What exactly have we done, little boy?" She asked me. "You've taken women that belonged to our MC. You've attacked us. That is against every biker code." Shooter snarled. "These women don't belong to you and we didn't attack you, we rescued women that you were holding against their will." Thor finally spoke up.

“Why not? I’m eighteen. I can make my own choices. And you guys promised to introduce them to me.” Axel glanced at her like she’d grown two heads. “Blaze would lose his mind. And Jace? Hell no. I wouldn’t even let you.” Jennifer frowned. “Why not?” “Because the motorcycle club isn't what you see on the outside. You're the only family we’ve got left and neither of us is going to risk you joining the club. If anything ever happened to you…” He trailed off and shook his head. “No way.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not porcelain, Axel. I can handle things now. Besides, I have you guys. Three for one, remember?”

“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

"Hate to interrupt, but we've got company. Three bikes coming fast from the north." I tense, reaching for my weapon. But Jolie shakes her head. "They're not hostile." Her eyes glow for a second. "Just curious. Word really has spread." Sure enough, three bikes pull up. The riders are young—maybe early twenties—and they stare at Jolie like she's a legend come to life. "Is it true?" The lead rider, a girl with purple hair, takes off her helmet. "You're the moonfire wolf? The one who judges without killing?"

Bigger impact. Something that doesn’t just serve the patch—but earns it respect. I’m organizing a biker toy run. Not some cute little I*******m charity. Not a “look at us handing out dollar bills” moment. A real, boots-on-pavement ride for kids who’ll otherwise wake up to nothing on Christmas morning. And if I pull it off right? The Black Daggers won’t just be known as the rough crew outside city limits. They’ll be the club that shows up when the town needs something done.

"Not back there. Come up here. Ever driven one of these before?" "Me? Drive it?" She asked incredulously. "Sure." I introduced her to the BF650, one of the bigger quads out there, a little high on the HP scale for a new rider. She also balked at putting on the helmet, even if it was only an old shorty that would sit on her head, rather than encase it.

he said. "WHAT!???" All heads snapped in her direction, and she clenched her teeth dropping her ass back on the chair as she apologized softly. "Is it bad?" Harrison asked hesitantly. "Do you hate bikes? If you do, I won't take you on it, so you don't have to worry-" "Dude... I f*cking love bikes. Bikes are my only true love. I have a BMW M 1000 RR. Which one do you have?"

"Mom, I met a biker club, they are all ex-military and they rescue people from a lot of bad stuff, even work for the government. They can protect me." Tricia explained. "Are they in New York? Because you know your uncle is top of the chain here. And you'll need protection when you take over the company. The price on you will be huge especially when you deny them the contract." Her mom explained. "How do we know he hasn't already signed it. If he has then what?" Tricia asked.

Their uniforms were blue, layers of white and red slightly visible. “Of course, we should” One of them spoke, and his words carried the thoughts and beliefs of the others. “Yes. And it's fine if we don't” I smiled. Not like I don't believe them, but humans should always prepare for disappointments. Other bikers kept arriving and I knew even though the tournament was taking place in the smallest city of New York, it was still going to be one of the biggest and the best. Soon, the whole place was filled with spectators, and racers but more still kept arriving.

Something angrier. I turn, ready to track Max down, when I hear hushed murmurs from a group of racers standing nearby. “Yeah, they sent him back home,” one guy mutters, shaking his head. “What? Why?” another asks. “Big shot pulled some strings. Had him taken out completely.” “You serious? Who the hell has that kind of power?” The first guy shrugs. “Some ex-champion from Steel Riders. What was his name again? Carlo, I think?”