Claimed By The Biker Giant Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jillian stared at Dominic for what seemed like forever. At this point her eyes were already filled with tears. Dominic looked at her with pity in his eyes but only for a split second then he quickly adjusted his gaze. No matter how much he took a liking to her, he had to remind himself that he was still her boss and she had violated company’s policy. “Ms. Richards, I believe I asked you a question”. Jillian got a hold of herself and wiped her tears. “I’m not sure what to say, where to start…”, Jillian was interrupted, “from the beginning”, what, “start from the beginning”, Dominic told Jillian. Jillian told Dominic about how her and her friend just went out to celebrate her getting the job,

I spelt out his full name slowly. He was an international biker with over twenty medals. He had a long line of female fans that fawn over him in every race. Recently, he won another world championship. His smiling face and those eyes that could make any lady fall to their knees were plastered all over each vlog. I could barely stop myself from again gawking at him like a lost puppy.

They never opened to each other but deep inside, in the bottom of their hearts, they want the best for each other. Caspian parked his Raptor beside the big bike, Kawasaki Nija 400 BS6. His brows furrowed after realizing that none of his mafias own the big bike. Though Casper owned a big bike, he doesn't own a Kawasaki. "Who's bike is this?" He pointed at it. "Ah! That owned by someone I know," Raziel said before he entered the elevator. All of them went inside except Caspian. "You won't go in?"

And over the years of being in this town, I’ve never thought about getting involved in selling him out to the authorities. I wanted Bishop out of my business, out of this town for good. Tonight was about ruining these businesses that made him wealthy and unstoppable. If at all, that should stop his quest to gain authority over this town. This town belonged to no one but the people living in it. Not even the fucking Mayor Jared. That bastard was no different from Bishop and the rest of the greedy local politicians supporting Jared’s lazy government. Mayor Jared also wanted the bikers to leave town. He saw us as criminals, refusing to accept the fact that the townspeople—well most of them, res

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

“Blade—how many of them are there?” “Too many to count and they’re not going to stop until Cruz—or you—are down,” he said, his voice grim. “We need to disappear. Now.” The alley loomed ahead, dark and narrow. I glanced behind us. The bikers had remounted, engines roaring like beasts in the night. One shot rang out, missing by inches, slamming into the wall where I’d been a moment before my ears rang. Cruz groaned again. “Nova… don’t…”

he assured, holding my hand and leading me to go and sit down on the sofa. I sighed loudly, still a bit teeny tiny worried about Cassian. “Why is Cassian so attached to the bike? He could just easily get another one,” I asked, wondering why he would choose to be with a gangster over giving out a bike. “It's not just any bike Lilith, that bike has a long history with him,” he replied, correcting me immediately. “History?” “Yes! It has a history and it's the starting point of him getting other bikes and even starting his biking business,” he added.

Beggar My bitching and moaning finally paid off and Killer taught me how to ride my own bike. My biker licence was fake but the red and chrome machine I swing my legs over is real. As real as the cut I am wearing that says National Soldier. Got my patch party a few months back. It was a National thing and after I walked through that fire, I became one of them. “Are you two ready to roll.” Snake asks from the other side of me and I see the long line of bikers saddle their bikes.

"Before I stop being polite." The tall Viper looked like he wanted to argue but one of his friends grabbed his arm. "Come on man. It's not worth it." They backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the growing darkness. Maya watched until they disappeared around a corner. Her hands were shaking and she shoved them in her pockets so no one would see. "You okay?" Blackwood asked again. "I'm fine." Maya looked at her bike. At the neighborhood around her. At the six bikers standing there like they were waiting for something. "I just need to fix my starter."

“The Biker Brothers, the five guys that ride with the Road Warriors? Black hair? Blue eyes?” “Couple of them twins?” she asked, yes. Those guys.” “I don’t know them, but I know their president is Adam Hunt. They’re right up her alley, aren’t they?” she asked. “Not helping. Though, the oldest the brother is the vice president of that club. I didn’t know you knew their president.” “Yep. Adam his name, comes and talks to me whenever I’m bartending and he’s there. He doesn’t frequent as much as his club is starting to but the shit with your mom is gross. Where’s she now?”