Novel & Cerita Claimed By The Bikers

Right now, I wanted all the names of the girls and boys living in that town. I needed both genders. From my research, most of the bikers were low-key gay men who wouldn’t come out of the closet but would touch young boys inappropriately. We live in a society where boys are not taken seriously when they talk about being abused or touched in the wrong places. As usual, the parents of these kids would never speak up. A biker was as deadly as a mafia mob. They were crazy gang members who wore vests and rode noisy bikes around town with no authorities to keep them in check. They’d do anything they wanted—sleep with different women, young and old, and men, young and old. They caused noise pollutio

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

Why did I need a solicitor with me? Cali had been spectacular. Almost icy in her calmness and they soon stopped asking her to leave. I knew they were just doing their jobs. I completely understood that but I didn’t hold out much hope that they would find the person who pulled the trigger. I doubted they would even try very hard. We were bikers. Living in the grey area between what was right and wrong. Hell, most of the club had bypassed grey and gone straight to black. Or maybe red. Red was the colour of blood after all.

A secret agent helped take them down, but his name is being kept confidential. "Interesting," I said, turning off my phone and tossing it onto the backseat. If this agent was as good as they said, the Bloodshed Mafia or the Riverblood Mafia were probably next. Maybe I could even use this to my advantage. Suddenly, Xavier slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched, the car shook wildly before coming to a stop. Two men in black suits emerged from a car blocking our path. They looked professional, cold, and dangerous. "What the..."

She nodded with a smile. "Give us the money now and we will lead you there," The biker girl said. "I have no time for time wasters, lead us there and you will get your money, if not then you are of no use to me," I said coldly. "Me and my bike men feel differently, wait do you think we can not just kill you now and take your car?" She replied in a venom-filled voice. That was the Toll Biker gang for you. Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be.

Marcus smiled. A big man, probably twice Marcus's size, climbed off his bike. It seemed as if he was wearing a size eighteen boot. He had a Bandana on his forehead with the American flag; his bike had the American flag on the bar. As he climbed off, it was like a cushion pushing back up. He walked over to Marcus, looking down at him, then grabbed Marcus by the Neck, choking him and lifting him with one hand. The crowd came closer, and they were mumbling something to the effect of saying, “they are just kids.” The bikers ignore the crowd. As the man lifted Marcus in the air, Marcus tried to break his grip loose.

He coughed, massaging his throat as I sat back, adjusting my tie and smoothing the front of my jacket as though nothing had happened. “Valentina is safe with me,” I said coolly. “She doesn’t need your protection.” Marco gave a rough laugh that ended in another cough. “No wonder Rico likes you. You and him, you’ve got the same little habits. The same temper.” I ignored the jab. “The bikers. They’re moving again. Look what they pulled in Jersey and New York. They won’t stop there. We’ll have to keep a closer eye.” “I’m already doing that,” he muttered, straightening in his seat. “It’s not easy establishing contacts. They don’t exactly welcome outsiders.”

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.

"Hate to interrupt, but we've got company. Three bikes coming fast from the north." I tense, reaching for my weapon. But Jolie shakes her head. "They're not hostile." Her eyes glow for a second. "Just curious. Word really has spread." Sure enough, three bikes pull up. The riders are young—maybe early twenties—and they stare at Jolie like she's a legend come to life. "Is it true?" The lead rider, a girl with purple hair, takes off her helmet. "You're the moonfire wolf? The one who judges without killing?"