Claimed By The Bikers Novels & Stories

I don't need. "The Dusk Riders will be back," I say. "With more people. They saw you. That makes you a liability in town and an asset out here." "An asset," she repeats. Something shifts behind her eyes, anger, quick and hot, suppressed almost immediately. "What kind of asset?" "The kind I haven't decided yet."

STRIPPED WITHOUT A TOUCH Arthur stepped out of the car after Lila, his shoes crushing the gravel underneath as he took in the compound properly this time. The tattooed men he had noticed earlier were still there, scattered around in loose groups. One stood by a Harley Davidson, the side of his jacket folded back just enough for Arthur to see the handle of a Glock tucked into his waistband. Another sat on a crate by one of the buildings. He held a sheathed knife as he slowly grinned, revealing a silver-plated tooth tucked between tobacco ridden ones.

"Look, the way I see it, you benefit from this more than us. Those with bikes who call into our clubs will be given your information for modifications, custom bikes and such. We gain custom from those driving through wanting a quick pit stop. You have issues, we sort them." "Okay, I will agree. I'm still cautious, the Caddel brothers are well known, and while having your name tied to this could be amazing, it could bring some issues." He looks at me now. "What issues do you worry about?" "We don't deal with anything illegal, we're essentially tying ourselves into it." I nod, understanding him. I know a way to fix it. "The biker clubs we own will be cleared of drugs, they will purely be biker

It was empty, so I ran out from their coverage, but the third biker zoomed before me, making me take multiple steps backward into their middle, or else I would get hit by his bike, and I didn't want that. Before I knew it, the bikers began circling me, trapping me in the middle of their humming and terrifying bikes. "What do you want from me, you bastards?! Why are you after me? I was nowhere around your territory so what the heck do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice rising as I managed to find my voice but my bag was yanked away from me unexpectedly, forcing my frame to stumble forward. But I was stunned when I heard loud growls, and the next I saw was the bikers flying off their bike

,Many look ready to pass out. "We wanted to ask for help, I'm taken back rogues usually don't ask packs for help they seek and destroy before moving on, heard you were a great fighter and leader. I figured we could try and if not we can run",I looked them over as Howl paced in my head. They are no threat Sebastian he mumbles. Seems that way I growl back. "Who is the bikers behind you?",they sigh as they look back. Warriors rush up surrounding us and growling.

, the inquisitive little queen that she is. “There is a code we bikers live by. My father violated that code and by that same code my actions were considered justified”, I told her, since she'd learn about it sooner or later anyway. “That, and I had already been running the crew for a few years at that point”! “For a bunch of bikers, you’re hardly ever on them”, she says. Being a biker is so much more than riding them, but even we know how weather limitations work. “It’s cold and wet, we’re not reckless”, I tell her.

David urged. “What now? We were supposed to attack, but instead, we were attacked back.” David and Olivia managed to escape; they ran together into the forest. The man on the motorbike brought a group of twenty other bikers. The handsome man and his six cars of subordinates were then confronted by this other man. “If you want to commit murder in my territory. Then don't blame me! You shameless foreigners,” said the man on the motorbike, who had not yet dismounted his vehicle.

She considered herself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to talk to him. Miss Admirer: Hey, Hottie Biker! My Hottie Biker: Hi, Miss Admirer. He replied to her with a smiley emoji. Miss Admirer: Today, I saw you going in the car with a girl. My Hottie Biker: You saw me! Seriously, you're my real stalker. She chuckled. Miss Admirer: Where is your bike today? My Hottie biker: You found me travelling by car today because I don't like it if anybody sits on my bike.

“If anything goes wrong, we need to act fast.” Minutes passed and then all of a sudden the sound of roaring engines filled the air. I turned my head quickly to look over at a group of bikers pulling into the parking lot. They were rough-looking, wearing leather jackets, covered in tattoos, and their sunglasses hid their eyes. A guy who looked about six feet tall with a scar running from his eye down his cheek stepped up next to me and said, “Looks like you’re lost little girls.” The other guys laughed behind him. I stared at him, expressionless. “No thanks, I’m good.”