Devil Dogs Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

It's just that the condition is completely irrelevant if it is aimed at two bastards who, unfortunately, even have a high position. Was there nothing else this person could do apart from bullying the weak and at the bottom? "Good afternoon. Have a seat, Miss Jenny." "You are crazy." That was what Regianis had in mind. Then Jenny sat down in one of the chairs that already had several kinds of food and drinks. One of the drinks contains alcohol. Spontaneously, Regi cringed at the sight of the drink. Especially if it's not Vodka. Really is an extreme drink for straight people like Regi and Jenny.

It made me easily forget that I was still dealing with a devil, no matter how calm and kind he looked in that moment. We ate together, and he became lost in thoughts again, just like that time, at night. He put a dead serious expression on his face, and seemed to be deeply burdened. I wondered if there was anything I could do to take at least some of the weight off his shoulders. “There is something bothering you, right?” I asked, disturbed. “Yes… it seems that we may have a moll in TK,” he replied, without losing his serious expression. “Why do you think so? Is it related to those “problems” you said you had in Hong Kong?” I tried deducting.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I stuttered, surprised. “We (devils) marry at midnight,” He explained to me and I nodded my head in understanding. Why did I keep forgetting that he isn’t Oliver but a devil? I facepalmed myself in my mind. “So…. would there be any guest, anyone like you?”I asked, hesitating while fiddling with my fingers in nervousness. “No, I don’t think anyone would like to see you as a human but after you turn into a devil, they all will definitely bow down to you.”He said with a slight arrogance in his voice.

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.

“Other motorcycle clubs that they’ve worked with in the past. Criminal circles that they did dirty work for. Road Devils members who hate the law, the police, the government, and who took great delight in running counter to all of those things. Wolf Connor’s decision to break ties with most other MC’s – the one-percenters ones for sure – and to end the illegal activities contracts, and to tell his guys that he’s the President, and this is the direction that he’s taking the club, have all caused some serious waves.” “So… even if Wolf has taken the club legit, your brother is still in danger?” “Yes, especially now. The Devils are vulnerable to attacks, to inner rebellion and dissent, to retrib

So when Jo had been looking to get the hell away from her physically and emotionally abusive husband, Brian, she’d gone looking for accounting jobs in Denver. Coming to work for The Road Devils motorcycle club had been, without a doubt, the craziest and the best decision that she’d made in recent years, maybe in her entire life. From the word go, she’d been welcomed and respected, treated better by a bunch of rough-and -ready bikers than she had been by her own husband.