Claimed By The Biker King Novels & Stories

But with the Alhaj's backing, they would be more than willing to. The bikers joined us where we stood, the most popular and feared biker in the whole of Harmony City was Baraka. A large, wild man with a big beard and a piercing fierce look to go with it. He got off his bike and came straight to the Alhaj. They embraced like they were good friends.

I knew he was being kind, but I couldn’t help but think what he would want in return. “I won’t be there.” He mentioned, like he knew what I was thinking. “I have to be at the clubhouse tonight.” He continued. “Clubhouse?” He smiled and tapped his waistcoat. “I’m a biker sweetheart, I am the vice president of the Titan King’s MC club. Have you heard of us?” I shook my head. “No, but I only found out what year we’re in a few months ago.” He froze, “what? How is that possible?” He asked. “We were kept in cages in the basement for years.” His face reddened as the anger seemed to take control.

the big belly cop answered while pointing at King Victor. "I'm not a boy, I'm a king!" King Victor slapped the cop's hand, it made him glare at him. "I'm a cop, kid. You should not hit a cop. You got that?" the cop uttered, irritated. "He's telling the truth. He's the king of Blue Moon Pack!" I exclaimed, making our audiences on the road stare at us and some were now whispering while shaking their heads.

"My men will be dealt with. I am no push over and they will realize that, in the meantime, I will leave you to getting the Alberts brothers. The information I am giving you is where they are most likely currently staying. Do with it as you wish, but I want them taken care of. Do not let me down." My gaze veers over to Max once again. His body language screams calm but I know he is taking this in as much as he can. Who could have thought the king of the skin trade would be leading a group of bikers to kill a former chief of police. This is fuckin' nuts. "I'll have to speak with my president."

He smiles wider. "Nothing much. You see,you have nothing to lose if those stupid bikers decide to come after us. You can just drag your ass back to Vegas and leave me here to burn. So,I have my men keeping an eye on your fat bitch. If you double cross me, boom, she explodes.." He says still smiling and I gape at him. He wouldn't. " You are joking right?" I ask him, my voice shaking a little. " No." His Voice hardens, " They are already set in motion and just now,I hear they bombed her car and her boyfriend's bike." He adds, then scoffs mockingly.

Sure, a lot of people are like I am, but there is so much more hidden. Like the bikers, I learnt about them in the lounge area for professors. “Outlaws, nothing but illegal scum.” That is what one of them said; I learnt that day that King, also known as Ezekiel King, is one of three children of King Ezekiel. Yeah, King is named after his father, but the names are switched. I heard enough that day to know that King was working his way into the brotherhood, apparently. I knew nothing about biker clubs, outlaws and all that until I got here.

This is going to be good. “Bikes incoming.” Ripper says as we all watch when an SUV drives from the opposite side. Oh, hell no. “Who wants to bet that in that armoured SUV is one little Angel Moretti?” Blaze says and I gulp. If she is here, then it is going to go down. She won’t be here to play. From where we are hidden, the bikers ride straight past, not seeing us. I look and see the VP Tomahawk leading a group of four other men. Interesting, where is Crusher?

the king laughed and said “The right question would be, what happens to you all, what would be the fate of you guys now I have you in my custody" The king replied to their question. “You see! The truth is even if Xandro defeated his opponent, I still had no intention of letting him go" “What sort of an evil person are you? And you call yourself a king? You disgust me" The first biker said to the king as he spat towards him. "Silence!” The king said

I respond when King doesn't answer immediately. Beck arches his eyebrows but does not address me directly. "Can you ride?" he asks King. "Yes. The bullet is almost out." "We need to get you back. The woman can ride with me." For someone so large in his animal form, King moves fast and Beck is picking himself up from the ground a second later. "Now that it's settled," Beck says dusting the sand from his pants like nothing happened, "she rides with you." He directs half the men to follow the fresh prints leading away from the bike.

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.