Novel & Cerita Dodging You (outlaws Mc)

I shove through the back-room door and spill into the bar like I’ve been shot out of a cannon, bunny helmet swinging from my fingers and a grin so wide it could split my face in half. The clubhouse is a living, breathing beast tonight, Fallen Gods and Cursed Kings packed in tight, leather cuts brushing like sharkskin, the air thick with cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and the kind of laughter that comes right before someone bleeds. The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe.

Of course, he would do that. He was an asshole and not even sex would change him. Besides, what’d I think would happen? That my vagina will magically change him? “Why are we even talking about my brother? The Outlaws are throwing a party tonight and you are coming with me! You haven’t lived in this town if you have not been to an outlaw party!” What the hell else do I have to lose? “Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” LATER THAT NIGHT The Outlaws were a special kind of wild. Their members were far more unruly than the Ryders. As soon as I stepped into their warehouse, the heavy smell of drugs knocked me off my feet. Weed, cocaine, alcohol, you name it was all over the place.

She had not called anyone except Mira from the burner phone, and Mira knew better than to slip up. She exhaled slowly. Okay. Think. The text said get off the highway. She was already off it. The text said do not use her real name. She had not given anyone her real name tonight. She glanced at the charging cable still connected to her phone, then at the man behind the bar who had simply handed it to her without asking who she was. So. Small town. Broken truck. No motel in immediate sight. And a bar full of men who wore matching leather cuts with a patch that read Iron Vow MC, which she was not going to think about too hard right now.

He missed and the metal only clashed with the gravel. When he wouldn't stop firing, I dodged, hiding behind one of his guys, before I returned fire. The red-haired guy that was in front of me had a horse whip which he sent backwards, wrapping it around my neck as he choked me with it so quickly. I was about to slam the barrel of my gun into his head when someone dragged him away from me, slamming him to the ground. Luca. Before the red haired guy could stand up, Luca pressed his legs into his stomach and grabbed him by the hair.

“Say that again, and all I have to do is break your bones.” His grip gets tighter, a subtle promise to his words. But I shove aside my fear, and glare. “To hell with you and your—” “What is going on here?” We’re interrupted by a man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a motorcycle kutte with the name ‘Outlaws MC’. From his tag, he’s the president. Well, fuck my life. Two bikers, and one girl who just wants to get her food. “Let her go, Calvin.”

“Street fights, gambling… they thrive in that kind of environment. Even the Pit of Fire here at the academy, they run it.” He paused briefly before adding, “As for your friend’s mate, he’s a warrior. He stays in the academy for the same reason: money. The Pit of Fire legalizes violence, and the wolves he fights there…” His gaze flicked to mine. “They don’t walk out alive. And he doesn’t even keep the winnings; his pack takes everything.” I let out a small sigh, shaking my head. “So basically, he’s terrible!” then I declared, “I’ve lost my appetite!”

Duncan said, his wolf's voice deep as he rolled up his sleeves. The rogues stared at each other before the tallest one nodded signaling them to attack. They all attacked at once. Duncan stood tall and didn't move. In an instant, he lunged at them. The fight erupted instantly. Duncan moved faster than them tracking every punch and kick landing with brutal force. One rogue lunged at him, but Duncan was already gone, twisting the rogue's arm until it snapped with a sickening crack. The rogue hit the ground, gasping for air, but Duncan didn’t stop. Another rogue tried to take him from the side, but Duncan was already there, slamming him into a tree with a deafening crash.

A snarling adversary jumped out of the tree, baring his fangs with saliva dripping down from them. Duncan jumped on him, sending the rogue to the floor. He wrapped his fingers around his neck and growled, sending droplets of saliva on the rogue's face. “Tell the master of yours that you failed to kill me, because I am untouchable and so is my mate!” Duncan's voice shook the woods and the remaining rogues ran away, yelping as they did. Duncan snapped the neck of the rogue, and he died. “Get on my back,” Duncan got on all fours, waiting for Erin to mount his back.

Then, Spencer sneered and said, "If you're looking for fun, I am way better than them in terms of appearance and physique." The man who had been shoved to the ground earlier now realized what had happened. "So, after everything, you're here to steal our business. Tell me. Which bar do you work for? You're quite arrogant for someone who works in the same field as me! "Do you know you're breaking the rules by doing this? What? Have you not touched an old woman before?" In this industry, they had encountered a wide range of clients. Just recently, he served a nearly 60-year-old customer.

The tattooed goon greeted his teeth as he swung his wrench at Liam, aiming for his head. However, Liam, moving at lightning speed easily sidestepped the attack, counter attacking with a powerful blow to the man's nose that instantly knocked him out. With the first guy knocked out, Liam immediately focused his attention on the second one, calculatively watching as he swung his bat in an attempt to strike him. Dodging with ease Liam delivered a powerful kick, knocking him out in an instant.