Claimed By The Biker King Novels & Stories

Alyssa "Um, I didn't know we were bringing the entire club with us," I mutter, glancing out the backseat window at the long procession of bikers roaring behind us. "It's for your protection," King replies, his hand flexing on the steering wheel. "Plus, they don't mind," Niko adds from the passenger seat, turning to flash me a reassuring smile. "Gray wanted to prep some of the prospects for tomorrow's charity ride anyway."

Whatever happens, she must remain unharmed; she is my Queen, and you will give her the respect she is due. He heard them call out as one. ‘For the Club, For our King and for Our Queen. We are the Blue Moon Bikers.’ Maverick felt a ripple of pride run through him at their loyalty, but he had no time to revel in it. ‘Let’s go.’ He said quietly, turning his bike and revving the engine as he led them towards what he knew might be his final battle. Mervon was curled up on the small single bed, trembling in shock, trying desperately to pull in air to her lungs, fighting the imminent panic attack.

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

He growled as he opened the door, Miguel walked in like a prince walking with a King. “You shot him without even thinking, that's very solid. I don't know how you did that but it was lit honestly.* “It doesn't mean it's good or it makes sense to me. I did it so everyone could remember that I'm the boss, I am the one that made the Legend Bikers, I gave them the life they have and if I wanted to take that privilege from them, I can do it once they mess with me.” Frederic slammed his hands on the table, affirming his words.

King said with a straight face, that looks really like the killing god from the hell, and his whole body is full of evil spirit and murderous look. An Taotao froze, knowing that he was not joking, she pressed harder. At that time, two security guards also saw the pistol around his waist, and they were almost paralyzed with fear. Wow, who the hell is this man with a pistol? By the way, just now the woman called him Mr. King. Is it the legendary Mr. King?

I knew those illegal bike races he stared would eventually get him in trouble. Standing here in the room are the most feared and notorious men who are from the invisible mafia whispered in dark corners. William Sanders, the beast racer, nobody has been able to beat him as far as bikes go, he's also Suzie's brother, the girl outside with Millie and Sam, next to him is Jaime King, this one is the most notorious, he's calm but deadly, he goes by King, no one who isn't his friend calls him by his first name unless they want their bones broken. Who the fuck doesn't want to be called by their name?

the motorcyclist proposed, his deep and resonant voice calming me. You can trust him, a little voice spoke in my mind. I sighed, nodded, and hoped I hadn't just invited a psychopath to sit in my broken-down car with my three young children. I watched the biker closely as he sat in the passenger seat, removed his helmet, and called the local mechanic. It sounded like they knew each other and had a cordial relationship. According to the handsome man beside me, Jack Turner agreed to be here within the hour and would give me a tow free of charge.

"That guy did it on purpose." Sarah smiled a little at their banter and I was glad to see some of the sadness from earlier starting to fade from her face. This was exactly what I had hoped would happen when I suggested bringing her down here. "Which one is yours?" Sarah asked me. I walked over to my bike which was a deep blue Kawasaki Ninja with silver racing stripes. "This one. She's my baby." "It's fast," Sarah said and it wasn't a question. "Fastest bike in the garage," I said proudly. "I like speed."

"This is my territory—" "You're on borrowed land in the Blackfoot kingdom's territory," Leviathan said coolly. "To live and prosper, you follow my request. Now. Or perhaps I should spread the word about your... overreaction to people who reject you. Or that the beta isn't who he pretends to be at all." Father went ghost-pale. Oh... so the king did overhear something. Fantastic. Blackmail I didn't even have to engineer myself. "Release her..." Dante gritted out.

“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?”