Novel & Cerita Forsaken Motorcycle Club

Why is it anything of importance all of a sudden? "I ran into him the other day, but I didn't see his face. It's unreal to mistake this guy for someone in this pack," tiny red-haired asshole brags. "Why?" After a moment of silence, I assume the guys will forget about the gossip, but the warrior jumps in to share something. "The cook at the packhouse told me there's something wrong with him. He's always been way taller than everyone else in the pack, even the Alpha. If you see someone above the crowd, always wears black, and never takes off that stupid hood- congratulations, you've met Luna's son."

Just thinking about it made me shiver. “Guns. Organs. If it’s on the black market, they’re your go-to biker club,” he continued, turning to face Prez with a worried expression. “And they’re expanding their business.” “What do you mean?” Prez asked, brows furrowed. Jasper pulled up what looked to be some before-and-after photos, where we all could see what had been going on. “Over the last five years, they’ve taken over several smaller MCs,” he looked scared when he faced us this time. “People disappear and go missing around this club and are never heard from again.” In other words, they were killed and disposed of.

CHAPTER 47. STAND-ALONE CLUB. ~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~ I shake my head, acknowledging a new fact I’ve just learned today. The Sons of Chaos Motorcycle Club is a standalone club and would rather die than ask another club for assistance. Good to know. However… pride goes before a fall. I watch the men continue to argue over which option is better, and they finally decide on using the forage as an excuse to move whatever illegal shit they have inside the club.

She was his heart and soul, and once she was gone, he went off the rails, eventually ending up in prison. My uncle and Crow went to Portland as planned, but it seemed they had vastly different ideas of what a motorcycle club should look like. Crow stayed with the Dogs of Fire, and over time, became the club’s national president, and my older brother Hatch currently serves under him. For the most part, the Dogs have always been a clean club, consisting of mostly business owners, and ex-military types. They had very few local troubles and a good relationship with law enforcement.

“It makes me feel loved.” “Sorry,” Miles muttered with a chuckle Jamal sighed and shook his head. “Okay, I will bite, what is the plan?” He asked as he took a seat. Miles went to the pizza boxes and opened one. I gave Jamal a file of pictures filled with four men sitting on expensive motorcycles. They all wore leather jackets with a black flame embedded boldly on the back of the jackets. “They call themselves the Son’s of Darkness, and they are involved in all sorts of vices from drugs, human trafficking to prostitution,” I began as I also gave Yulia and Miles their own files.

Tommy's casket looked small sitting next to the open grave, waiting to be lowered into the ground. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the minister said as dirt hit the top of the casket with hollow thuds. I threw a handful of dirt and whispered goodbye to my brother. This was really happening. Tommy was really gone and I was truly alone now. No parents, no siblings, no family left except some cousins I barely knew who lived three states away. Marcus appeared at my elbow as people started walking back to their cars. "Sarah, I meant what I said about letting me handle the investigation. These motorcycle clubs have connections everywhere, including inside law enforcement. You can't trust anyone co

Decker added. "You've never had business or heard of them because the entire MC was destroyed years ago. Their clubhouse was burned to the ground along with all their businesses and anything else that had to do with them. Every member was brutally slaughtered along with their entire family. Women, children, anyone that had anything to do with the Demons were cut down withing a week of each other." Thor explained quietly. "Why? Who killed them?" Jaden pushed. "By the Lost Boys..." Joker began as he looked at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke up.

There’s honor there, buried under layers of leather and blood, but it’s there. But the Vagos and the Mongols? Yeah. I wouldn’t put this shit past them. Those two clubs are poison. Mexican muscle, sure, but no loyalty. Not even to themselves. Always at each other’s throats. Always flipping alliances when it suits them. A brotherhood with a loose thread isn’t a brotherhood. It’s a fucking time bomb. If they’re behind this, if they touched Sophia or my mother, I’ll make sure their children’s children run scared every time they see a motorcycle.

Trevor slapped the table angrily. “Where did they take the others?” I asked. “Probably to one of their clubhouses in town.” The prospect replied. The Dead Revenants were another motorcycle club, and we're our sworn rivals. Dead man's alley was their territory, and they guarded it carefully. It was quite unfortunate that my prospects would go riding through at night. “Get him out of here.” I nudged my head at the doorman. “Get him patched up.” “You heard the boss.” Trevor chirped in immediately. “Come on, get this riffraff out of here. You're staining the rug!”

The mafia Don was having more fun than what he had imagined. The race reminded him of Stephen and Damien. However, this time he didn't remember them in a painful way like he always does. Instead, he recalled how they used to have so much fun while training for the club racing competition. The club is called SURVIVORS, one of the biggest motorcycle racing clubs in Xiaomi city.