Claimed By The Bikers Novels & Stories

He explained. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I do. Don't you?" He asked. "I've never thought about it. But I figured bikers didn't do kids." Sam replied. "Bikers are like anyone else. Some do and some don't. Our club isn't into the illegal shit so I'm good with kids." Smokey explained. "So, give it some thought." Sam nodded. "Guess who's coming to the clubhouse this weekend?" Smokey asked. "Snake?" Sam asked.

Bigger impact. Something that doesn’t just serve the patch—but earns it respect. I’m organizing a biker toy run. Not some cute little I*******m charity. Not a “look at us handing out dollar bills” moment. A real, boots-on-pavement ride for kids who’ll otherwise wake up to nothing on Christmas morning. And if I pull it off right? The Black Daggers won’t just be known as the rough crew outside city limits. They’ll be the club that shows up when the town needs something done.

“Blade—how many of them are there?” “Too many to count and they’re not going to stop until Cruz—or you—are down,” he said, his voice grim. “We need to disappear. Now.” The alley loomed ahead, dark and narrow. I glanced behind us. The bikers had remounted, engines roaring like beasts in the night. One shot rang out, missing by inches, slamming into the wall where I’d been a moment before my ears rang. Cruz groaned again. “Nova… don’t…”

I heard low conversations, the clink of bottles, boots scraping against concrete, but it all seemed to dull slightly when people noticed us. Or rather… noticed me. The air felt thick with unspoken tension, and no matter how much I gulped, nothing seemed to change around here. I could easily cower and show them that they were affecting me, but I kept my head up, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. Near one of the tables, two bikers were talking in hushed but heated tones. “…told you he shouldn’t have gotten in Zander’s face like that,” one muttered.

I lied. “Oh. Well, shit.” I could hear the disappointment in her voice, but I knew that wouldn't stop her for long, especially if she was drinking. I wasn’t going to let my mother sink her talons into those three. They had seemed like decent guys. I have been around some nasty bikers in my time, and these guys weren’t that. “Well, maybe they’ll be back.” my mother said. “Can’t you just respect people’s boundaries for once?” I asked.

"Thanks Paulie." Paul hums in response as he opens the cheese stick, handing it to Tyler with a fond smile, as Tyler instantly starts pulling the cheese into strings as Paul sticks the straw into the box. Turning my attention away from them with a smile to see a group of bikers wandering the booths toward us; making my breath hitch as I wonder if they're like 'The Gray Rebel's' and good people or like some of the rougher motorcycle clubs. I'm going to go out on a limb and say they're like 'The Gray Rebel's' since they're here at a fundraiser for runaways, orphans and LGBTQ+ kids. When the group reaches us, there are four men and three women; the three women are under the arms of three of the

Some leaned against their bikes, others sat at old wooden tables under a makeshift tent, sipping on beer or coffee. Confusion gnawed at me at the strange and dangerous surroundings. Why would Harry come here? There was no doubt, I stumbled into the world of bikers. I've heard about some gangs of motorcyclists. I can't make out the name. I saw a picture on I*******m the other day about a race event going on between two gangs. I don't really have any interest in bikers so I don't pay much attention. However, finding myself in such environments gave me chills. My phone rang in my hand from the same unknown number. I placed it to my ears and awaited the deep voice from the other end. "I assumed

Please be careful, Hawk. He softly chuckled while Liam was completely enjoying the soon-to-be ride. "Don't worry too much, Miss Winter. This is only a simple ride. I already saved you and Liam how many times. This is an easy one. There are also no cars here. Only bikers like us. This is completely safe," he assured for the nth time. “I would lay down my life for the two of you.” Yeah. Why was I worrying a lot? I would be practically on Liam’s side.

I make a mocking face. Haru giggles softly. “Maybe.” We step out of the apartment and head toward our bikes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a few men hiding behind a van. All that leather screams “bikers.” Without drawing attention, I walk over to Killer. “Question: are we on lockdown because you’ve got beef with another club? Because there are some bikers playing hide-and-seek behind that van to our left.” Killer tenses slightly and looks down at me, then glances toward the van.

"They get turned after they get their member patch. But most of us were born werewolves." "Think of it this way," Gunner said, "not all bikers are werewolves, and not all werewolves are bikers. The other clubs around these parts are all human, and they don't know anything about this side of us." "So the Blood Dogs and the Bone Hills Howlers just sort of share the town?" I asked.