Claimed By The Biker King Novels & Stories

King was a good guy, a stand-up guy, but he was also a brutal, lethal man who’d made it his life’s mission to handle shit that was even too hot for the cops to touch sometimes. King would never let anyone feel sorry for him for getting hurt while rescuing kidnapped kids, or saving trafficked girls, or shutting down a meth lab. He’d fucking die first… and Jax’s biggest fear was that that was exactly what was going to happen one day. Maybe even one day soon.

“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.

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."

He looked like an absolute king today—his leather President cut was zipped up tight over his massive chest, a dark helmet was held loosely in his hand, and his dark eyes were burning with a fierce, undisputed dominance as he looked out over his club. He reached down, took my small hand in his massive grip, and led me down the porch steps into the yard. The crowd of bikers immediately parted for him, the brothers nodding their heads respectfully as their leader walked past them toward his large black Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked at the very front of the line. Stone strapped our small duffel bag onto the back of the seat quickly, then turned his body around to look at me. He reached out a

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.

And wasting no second, asked the guard to start the car. “Shit, shit, King must be there only,” Thomas murmured under his breath on which one guard asked him, “where?” “I’m 100% sure that today King went for the death race,” Thomas said, on which other guards become numb. Death race was a bike race, which was a dangerous one. The bike racer had to wear clothes covered with fire.

I said to distract myself, causing both Meme and Kyle to laugh. “I dunno, what kind of name is Lala?”, he counters. “It’s not a name, it's the noise little kids make when they’re trying to annoy their parents! And Spin is an appropriate name for the biker king, don’t you think”? I don’t care how sexy he sounds, he just made fun of my name! Wait… Did he just say, biker king? “I find it hard to believe the biker king dove into a lake to save some girl he doesn’t even know”, I say skeptically.

"Nika asked clenching her fists,she was very angry that her parents didn't die naturally but were murdered. "No,I couldn't because the person who killed them was more powerful,"the king replied. "Who is that?"she asked. "It's no other person than Regaleon de Leon the alpha king of Northcrest Kingdom"the king said to her and Nika's eyebrows furrowed.

A sense of contentment settled over him, and he sighed not under stress but in relief. He had a beautiful and sexy wife now, a wife who understood him far better than Serena ever did and even though everyone saw him as a nobody, he was actually about to unsettle the biggest and most feared biker gangs in history and emerge as the final boss. What more could a man want? He was living the life! Suddenly, a motion caught his eye, and he quickly did a double take, only to notice figures moving around his property, illuminated by the dim outdoor lights. Damian's heart skipped a beat as he realized they were bikers from the Dead Revenants, his own club.

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.