Claimed By The Bikers Novels & Stories

he paused, and I felt a chill run through me, “survival means being what they claim you are.” My throat was tight. He wasn’t denying it. He was confirming it. In his own subtle, brutal way. This wasn’t just a simple biker gang. This was something far darker, far more primal. A shiver, colder than any I’d felt before, went through me. My mind replayed his words: ‘what they claim you are.’ Did they claim they were dangerous, and he simply lived up to it? Was I now part of that ‘they’? “So… yes?” I managed, my voice trembling.

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

Neither of us moved, neither willing to back down, until Riven cleared his throat again. Lucien stepped back and walked off, his shoulder brushing Riven’s as he passed, grumbling about how everyone kept annoying him. “Let’s go,” I said to Riven, and we both left the room. Outside, hundreds of bikers stood beside their bikes, their colored helmets in their hands, waiting for us. Their expressions were set, brimming with determination. They weren’t just a gang—they were a brotherhood, and they would do anything for us without question or fear.

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?

Theria's tone carried a hint of embarrassment mixed with the hope Warren would respond in kind. "I love you too," Warren whispered under his breath. Zealot slung a sawed-off shotgun across his shoulders and marched back and forth in front of the assembled group of misfits. His free hand pointed to the Yale Hotel, "Inside that building is public enemy number one, The Bokken Riders." He paused and made sure no one spoke, "They have terrorized the city and its people for too long. Today we draw a line in the sand that says, your kind isn't welcome anymore."

He replied. “Ladies, we were called in because some other bikers were spotted in the area. We were unsure who they were. But they’re gone now. Just nomads passing through.” Cage explained. “The guys can give you ladies a ride home now.” Prez replied.

At each stop, the bikers laugh, share stories, and take pictures, all while raising awareness and funds for domestic violence. King keeps me practically attached to him, his arm wrapped around my waist at all times. I honestly thought all of his extra protection would eventually get on my nerves, but it doesn't—not when I feel safe with my boys and the rest of the club, plus War, looking out for me. The gun in my pocket doesn't hurt either.

the fisherman said. " Hell no! We're not risking our lives for this shit, we need to leave this place right now” the third biker yelled. "Please man! Keep it down" the fisherman said. “No fuck that! Are you trying to set us up? Why didn't you tell us these things from when you met us? I knew you were bad luck when I saw you man" Kilnu lamented. “You really need to shut it please!" The fisherman begged the third biker to be quiet so they don't get killed by anything nearby.

I watched as they smiled proudly at the camera. I shook my head and took off my helmet. “Those are the world's best bikers” a soft voice from my right. It's the girl who came fifty-seven, behind me. “Huh?” “Clara and Laura, the two sisters, are from the most famous biker clan. They were among the top five in the last competition.” Hm, "So that's how it is” She nodded” I'm Maya by the way.” “Azra" Just then, Kian rushed over. He was putting on a face cap and glasses," Congrats Az"