Claimed By The Biker Giant Novels & Stories

"Got something that might interest you guys." "Yeah?" "Dad's chopper Figured I'd see if anyone here wants first dibs before I list it. Seems right, you know? Keep it in the family." I straighten up, genuinely interested now. "Oh shit, you talking bout Cher? His bikes are legendary around here." She laughs, "Yes Cher, I'm going to keep the Chieftan, might come in handy one day." She shrugs, but I catch the gleam in her eye.

I don’t know much about biker rules or culture, but I know this isn’t a good sign. It feels ominous. Only bad things bring everyone together—like death. Every time a biker dies, they all return to lay him to rest. Even the retired ones. Even those who’ve walked away. As for the Sons of Chaos MC, I don’t know much about them,just that they’re the richest biker group across the states. They own more businesses than any other MC, and they’re also the most populated. I’ve seen them fill up an entire bar before, and I once overheard Daisy and Matt saying that wasn’t even half of their members.

Such an arrogant person must be subjected to legal sanctions! The biker took out his phone and was about to call the police when Cole hurriedly stopped him and gently said, "I'm sorry, our boss' son is hospitalized in critical condition. The hospital just called us, and we urgently needed your bike. How about this, how much is your motorcycle worth? I'll buy it from you right now!" "Do you think you're all that just because you're rich?" The biker did not recognize that Bradley, who had just stolen his motorcycle, was the famous CEO of the Warner Group. He was simply furious. "My bike's very expensive. Can you afford it?"

I said, which had him agreeing with me. “Did you know that a bike like this would have been sold for eleven million dollars if you put it up for sale? I narrowed my eyes at him since I was in disbelief. My mother had given me this bike when I was in my early twenties before she passed away. It got damaged to the point where I had to drag it here for Leon to fix it. I didn’t bother with asking her the price even though she told me the name, which is Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter.

He said while grinning. My heart was pounding. He was teasing me. "Fine! Take me home." I rolled my eyes and pouted. He chuckled. We went out and walked towards his motorcycle after Kyle made sure my car was parked correctly. "Wait. You're making me ride in this?" I asked, pointing at his motorcycle. "Well, I didn't use a car princess so yes you'll ride in this. Come on and wear this." He said while handing me his helmet. He rode and started his bike's engine. It was a Ducati Desmosedici D16RR NCR M16 which cost around $235,000. This is one of the most expensive motorcycles in the world. Did he get rich in just a year? I wondered.

“Maya. We’re not just billionaires. We do shitty things. I’m into money laundering. Not just selling hard drugs. I mean, selling just cocaine can’t build me this …uhmm mansion.” I stood up again, walking around, my hands running over my head. “Maya… I am a biker king. Since I’ve been into this shit for years, I got the role of the biker king. I kill people. People think my bike riding is just for stunts and regular bike riding, but it’s way different. I ultimately refused. I told them I wasn’t interested in being the biker king anymore. Now, that decision literally cost me my life.

I slide off the stool and follow him, my hand discreetly checking for the gun at my side. He leads me to a small building and slides the door up. I pause when I see the bike. Damn. I recognize it immediately from all the articles I read. “Yours?” I ask, stepping inside and pretending to admire it. To me it’s just a bike. I don’t get the hype. “Sure is.” I don’t know much about MCs, but I’m pretty sure this club can’t afford a bike like this without some serious outside connections. “Have you been on it?”

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

Another biker joined and then another. More bikers began to appear beside the biker girl. They were numbering up to fifty men and women on motorcycles of different styles and makers. I realized that they had all slowed down but were in motion. "Biker girl just brought the whole Toll Riders," Frank said as their number dramatically increased. "Turn around," I ordered Frank. Frank looked at me as if I was an extra eye just opened on my forehead. "I do not think that we can take them all boss," Frank cautioned but my mind was already set.

"Frederick probably doesn't even know who Tyger is." "Heh, he doesn't even know that Tyger has fallen, so how could he possibly know about Tyger from the biker gang?" Tyger was indeed very famous around here, but it was the kind of notoriety associated with a bad reputation. This so-called biker gang was the group under Tyger's command, and they were usually arrogant and domineering. A motorcycle rode straight into the pedestrian street, ignoring the crosswalk. After hitting someone, the rider didn't even look back and straight vanished down the road.