Claimed By The Bikers Novels & Stories

“Make reservations for the VIP sections.” Dylan nodded softly with a smile, before taking another drag on his cigarette. The dude is a chronic smoker. “The members of the biking clubs. How drastic have they increased?” the questions left my mouth in a bid to distract myself from the thoughts of Isa. “Overly drastic. Most of them are mafia pimps and they are making their way into being the best biker of the town. But your daughter. Your daughter is the best biker for now.” he exclaimed puffing the smoke around the living room happily.

"Mom, I met a biker club, they are all ex-military and they rescue people from a lot of bad stuff, even work for the government. They can protect me." Tricia explained. "Are they in New York? Because you know your uncle is top of the chain here. And you'll need protection when you take over the company. The price on you will be huge especially when you deny them the contract." Her mom explained. "How do we know he hasn't already signed it. If he has then what?" Tricia asked.

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

One of the guys makes a symbol with his hands before they speed off. The Bear's patch is visible on their back. They came into town, but they never came in, which means this was planned. Did they ask my daughter to make this happen, to take me? "Why are you speaking to bikers? I thought you didn't like them," I asked, trying to get the gun or my phone from the bag without him noticing. "They are friends. That's all you need to know." Friends? Is he honestly going to try to keep up the lie and make it look like he's not involved?

They will do whatever it takes. The bikers are all now brandishing weapons, too. A few have rifles, but most are armed with crossbows. All are aimed at our company. They have to know that any fight with us will be a total mismatch, but they don’t seem to care. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sneak disappear. If things go bad, he’s not going to allow himself to be a target. Good for him, I think to myself. “Turn those damn bikes off,” Dad commands. “Don’t you know what those engines can attract?”

“They have been taken apart. I have handled it myself. The city is clean now.” “Structures?” Richard stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss. “What ‘structures’? Speak plainly, man! What are you hiding?” I was losing him. I was losing everyone. I had to give him a name. I had to give him a villain he could understand. A head to cut off. “The Mafia Bikers,” I whispered, the word feeling like poison on my tongue. “There was a… group. A bad group. They are the reason for the old numbers. But they are gone now. I promise you.”

I climbed the bike with Nolan, wearing an helmet and holding his torso. We drove off into the night and we screamed out our lungs. Honestly getting to shout and ride a bike felt therapeutic for me, always reminded me of the younger days. “Once a biker, always a biker!” Cassian shouted loud enough for us to hear, amidst the wind. While we rode back home and having fun we came to a halt at a secluded spot. A group of bikers had blocked the road, they looked like gangsters. “Oh Cassian what have you done now,” I whispered underneath my breath.

Krystal jaw dropped and after a few seconds, she closed her mouth. "oh, okay..I get now, you are claimed by a Mafia boss, Zach Westley, a hot Italian Mafia dude. I mean, everyone in the city knows him and fears him Madison” she replied and I rolled my eyes. " Are you supposed to be telling me that now? I'm getting more scared bae!“ I groaned as I poked her shoulders. She sighed and clicked her tongue. " You know what? Don't worry, he wouldn't hurt you, instead he'll forget you soon” she assured me, I can't agree to that yet.

I climbed off my bike and headed inside, pushing in through the worn door, and stopped short at what I saw. It was packed, mostly with guys I didn’t recognize. They weren’t wearing any cuts, but they were clearly bikers. They were sitting around in groups, not really mixing with the few Demons guys I saw. Dow caught my eye and nodded. I headed over and sat next to him at the bar. “The fuck is going on today?” I asked him. “Rebels,” he said, shaking his head. “Shit.” TomTom slid me a glass of whisky, and I nodded at him. “Already?”