Forsaken Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

Parents: Alyce Rose and Charles Robert Thomas Mother: Works part time for U-Tote-Them Residential Address: 2601 East Caron Drive, Phoenix Father Current Residence: Desert Meadows In-Patient Care Facility *note: Father being transferred to a hospice facility within the next week Sibling(s): Brother – Lee Robert Thomas Residential Address: Information unknown *note: Brother has gang affiliation with Desert Crow MC (NFIA) *note: Brother’s juvenile record unavailable, no adult criminal record found Celina’s brother is with the DCMC and there’s no further information available. Why the fuck is he tied in with a white supremacist motorcycle club filled with mostly ex-cons? I have no doubt Celina’s

I annoyed, I hated when someone tried to get that information from me. I knew my tough facade was crumbling because my hands were already falling asleep, and I didn’t have the strength to rip the duct tape from my skin and I couldn’t even see straight as it was. I could hardly take in the face of the man in front of me and I didn’t recognize him, but I did recognize his leather jacket. There was only one fucking crew who wore those ugly red things. Firm Leaders’ clubhouse. “What do you want?” I asked. “Just what we’re owed,” the man said.

"Want a bite?" "No, thanks." "How about my bite?" He grinned, showing off his sharp canines. Chills traveled down my spine and I immediately took a coupke steps away. "Geez, definitely no." I sighed. "What do you mean when you said Roam was forrced to leave his pack?" Yzmael took a bite on his chocolate bar then chewed it before he answered me. "Simple. He got forsaken by his people." Confusion crept through me. "Forsaken? For what?"

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

“This was fun while it lasted, but it was never going to be forever. It was always going to go this way, if things came down to you or the club. You knew this.” “The club?” Liam spat out. He’d never said one word against the Fallen Angels, the one-percenter motorcycle club that Ace was a member of, not in the whole year that he’d been with this man – but the time for reticence was over. Way fucking over. “The club that would make sure that you suffered a slow, painful death if they knew that you like men? The club that would shoot me between the eyes for being a fag?” His voice was dripping with sarcastic venom by now as he deliberately emphasized that hated, hateful word. “That club, Ace? T

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

Their matching leather cuts spike volume, as did their lingering and assessing gazes they seemed to throw at everyone. They didn't need to speak much to let other people know that they had a story behind them. Maybe I was thinking that way because I've read their files with Jacopo the previous night. Maybe that was why I feared for the ladies of the web. From what I have seen on the file, The Only Girls Motorcycle Club goes after revenge like a shark does blood. They are relentless when it comes to protecting one of their own. No one had ever come across their club, did something wrong to them, and lived to tell the tale. And knowing what happened to those two prospect of theirs, I knew they

“Satan’s Bar. We own it.” “We?” “The Road Devils.” “Are what are you?” She thought about the men’s names, the matching vests, the gun, the tattoos. “Are you a – a biker gang?” “You mean, are we a motorcycle club as seen on prime time TV and in Hollywood movies?” She nodded. “Yes and no.” He sighed. “We are indeed an MC but we aren’t criminals.” “You aren’t?” “Well…” A strange look crossed his face, then he seemed to snap back to himself. “Yeah. I mean, no, we’re not criminals.”

“This motorcycle club, The Black Devils… they were actually secretly funded by one of our member in the past. He did it to launder his black money and made an alliance if somebody dare go against him. He was killed by the same group but by the time, the group had scattered all around the city. Now they have many governing officials feeding from their hands and they are helpless to wipe the club out”. The officer told in detail, making Bolt sigh deeply. “So that means I have to say yes sir every time any one of them comes around? And pay them because I want to keep working here? That’s bullshit”. Josh was losing temperament as per expected.

"You were hurt recently Alpha. How can the pack be strong if you are not?" Damian's jaw got tighter. The room became more tense and you could feel the anger in the air.. Damian did not yell. His voice was firm and sharp. "That was in the past, " he said. "The pack is strong because I am strong.. Even if I am not feeling well the pack will still be safe." The elders looked scared. They backed down. Liam saw that they were afraid of Damian and they respected him. The oldest elder spoke up. "We will not ask any questions, " he said. ". Alpha, what about the Nightfalls? They will not stop, we have their own."