Claimed By The Bikers Novels & Stories

He knew I didn't have a choice. He grabbed my bag with one hand and my arm with the other, leading me down the dark hallway. The clubhouse was eerily quiet. The loud music and the scent of cheap beer had been replaced by a tense, professional silence. In the main garage, a small group of bikers sat on their machines, the idling engines sounding like the growls of restless beasts. "Vulture, take the rear," Ruan barked as he approached his own Harley. "If anyone follows, you know what to do. I don't want a single tail on us when we cross the county line."

~ RAVEN~ The night air buzzed with the low growl of engines and the flash of chrome. The parking lot outside the downtown event hall shimmered under the neon lights, crowded with bikes from half the state. Hellfire. Iron Serpents. The Hounds. Even the Vipers — their so-called “rivals.” It was the biggest biker event of the season, and for me, it was my stage. I stepped out of my car slowly, black heels touching pavement like a promise.

Danielle POV It feels different tonight. There are more bikers here than usual, most of them unfamiliar, their cuts marked with the names of clubs I don’t recognize. Knox explained earlier that they’re visiting from out of town. Apparently, the business the club has invested in is expanding into new territory, and the guys have come to meet some of the regulars here before that launch moves forward.

Having just witnessed Hycinth's blind panic and her response to my scent, he understood my intention. Thinking back to Sydney's suggestion, I murmured, "The bikers." "Yes. The bikers are more than willing to assist in protecting Hycinth while you fulfill your duty," he acknowledged quietly and then added, "They seem to have acclimated quite quickly to what has to be utterly strange to them."

I've engaged in tournaments and the last one I did earned me some heavy bucks that's not ending soon and a car I've long sold. But I didn't tell him. “I thought we were going to die there, but I still decided to trust you” he laughed like that was funny. Yeah, it was. A stranger you had randomly picked up for a ride telling you what to do in such a crisis sounded crazy. “Wanna see what my club looks like?” He asked. I knew there was no thinking about this. I wouldn't want to get myself involved with bikers, not the clubs, not the bikes, and not the stench of oil.

There was a reason for us not letting just anyone on the back of our bikes. Like our homes, that shit was sacred; yeah, we're fucked up like that. There had been a great many who'd wanted the privilege but had been shot down. A fuck was a fuck, but the keeper was a whole different story. A man's bike was for his keeper. "Only a man's true mate should ever be on the back of his bike. I think our rapping brothers call it a ride or die bitch." "Um, I'm not hip; what exactly does that mean?"

Five men stood near the bar and they all wore sleeveless leather vests over T-shirts with jeans and biker boots. ‘Great,’ Klara thought. More bikers, more trouble. Nate had died because of bikers. She wasn’t sure that she could keep working there but it wasn’t like she had many options at her disposal. One man cleared his throat and the conversation around her stopped abruptly. “Thank you, everyone, for meeting us here tonight. My name is Bandit and I’m the President of the Road Warriors. Before Nate’s untimely death, we’d been in discussions to buy the club from him so taking over now seems appropriate,” the big man said.

"But do not kill anyone if you can help it. We need them alive. Need them to testify." We fired back. Controlled shots. Aimed to disable not kill. Three of them went down. But more kept coming. "We are going to be overrun," Hammer said. "We need backup. Now." I hit the panic button. Our signal to the backup teams positioned around the area. Within seconds, our people appeared. Twenty bikers. Armed. Furious. Ready to fight. The tide turned. Chen's people were surrounded. Outnumbered. Trapped. They tried to retreat. We cut them off. Captured twelve. Killed four who would not surrender. The rest escaped.

“I used to think you were at the beginning.” “You want that punch?” “I’m saying…” I moved to my seat. It wobbled. Or I wobbled. Who knows? “I’m saying this was a bikers club. It wasn’t really family. Buggy and I just needed a roof over our heads and I was tired of being hunted down by the police—” “Because you were hacking into bank accounts and stealing money.”

Whatever happens, she must remain unharmed; she is my Queen, and you will give her the respect she is due. He heard them call out as one. ‘For the Club, For our King and for Our Queen. We are the Blue Moon Bikers.’ Maverick felt a ripple of pride run through him at their loyalty, but he had no time to revel in it. ‘Let’s go.’ He said quietly, turning his bike and revving the engine as he led them towards what he knew might be his final battle. Mervon was curled up on the small single bed, trembling in shock, trying desperately to pull in air to her lungs, fighting the imminent panic attack.