Claimed By The Biker King Novels & Stories

He shoved his half-chewed cigar into the corner of his mouth and revved his massive chopper. "You heard the King!" Jax bellowed to his mercenaries. "Blood on the water! Ride!" The Vanguard surged forward. It was a subterranean, high-speed jousting match inside the throat of a mechanical god. The bikers rode shoulder-to-shoulder, their heavy tires slipping and sliding on the black fluid coating the ribbed floor.

“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.”

Crowe, entry thirty one, matte black bike* I went and pulled everything. The surface layer was straightforward. Jaxen Crowe, twenty eight. Director and founder of the Moon Biker's Club, established four years ago as a regional outfit and expanded within eighteen months into something that made the industry pay attention. Clean record, no charges, no civil suits, nothing that would raise a flag on a standard background check. Tax filings current. Business registration clean. The kind of paper trail that belonged to someone who either had very good lawyers or was genuinely careful about how he operated.

"It's quite impressive that you're concerned, Lena. While that has been settled, so go pack your bag. The Volkov king needs peace and we're offering you as a bride. Killing Pavel was a warning to fulfill this." "Wha... what?" The words were still processing in my brain while I waited for him to laugh or say he was kidding, but father just stood there with a glass. My already hurting head was starting to spin. "No." The word came out with much more authority than I thought. "Absolutely not. You have to find someone else or something. You can't hand over your daughter to some dangerous biker club like she's a piece of trash or cattle to be sold." "There is no other girl, and definitely not you

Ethan, Georgia, and Vivaan were standing in between the other mafias and were smirking after hearing their talks. “They have no idea that their dreams will be shattered, brutally,” Ethan said, on which Georgia and Vivaan chuckled lightly. “Hello to all,” Seb said, and all stopped their talking. “Today, you all are here for the crowning ceremony of the next British King and the King of Kings,” the moment these words left Seb’s mouth, one mafia king of some other region said, “King, how can you say that? Bennett Theodore Knight is not the true heir for the next King of Kings title. He had to fight with the others if he wants that title,” many others also agreed with him and said the same.

He vowed to protect me from my father but I had fear of losing him. “It’s simple, Vincent De Niro, take Arielle with you and leave this country forever. I don’t want your shadow here because Desmond Wilson will be the new king of this empire that your ancestors built over years, I want your wealth, your title and your pride. I promise to spare your life along with your family’s. The deal is fair, Vincent. There’s no need for bloodbath here.” He said. I realized he had gone completely insane. At this point, he won’t hesitate to put anything at stake.

"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.

I replied and his lips stretched into a sinister smirk. "And if I win, you let me walk away with the bike of course or I will kill you" I interjected. "I don't bargain Princess, I'm sure you should have known that by now after what happened to your brother" He grinned as my grip on the pins tightened. "You are a coward. And I thought the big bad Kaden Blackwood would be impressive, he is just a boy with a gun and a gang of brainless bikers he controls. Spineless worthless-"

Silas smiled and with his hand behind him, he asked "Do you have something to say? Old man" The man had a look of anger and with a hateful voice shouted, "You're a fraud! The one and only true King is Zayn Hendrixson, I've known the boy since he was a child, he'll never murder our king and then get banished. This is all politics by you" There was loud murmuring in the crowd and Mia couldn't help but gasp, she didn't believe that anyone would ever stand up against the protest. Who was this old man?

she said. “Hell, yeah.” He grinned. “Bikers ride all year-round, and some of those boys are hardcore.” She paused. “Can I ask about King?” “Sure. What do you want to know?” “Well, I’ve never met him, but he’s kind of… known around Denver. Is he really connected to the motorcycle clubs? The bikers?” Chris leaned back a bit. “For sure, though I can’t say how much or in what ways. All I do know is that whenever those guys need their bikes fixed, they come to King’s garage.”