Gotham Harley Novels & Stories

, I begin, trying to hide my embarrassment. Stanley sits down first and others do the same. Brandon throws me a cold glare before going over to take a seat too. I ignore him. Pointing my hand towards Harley, I say pointedly to Stanley. "Meet Harley Davidson, the woman I told you about over the phone." "Yes!" Brandon punches his hands into the air before Stanley can reply. I had told him over the phone about what Harley and I discussed, not the full details. The information I gave to him was enough for him to know we have someone we can use to get back at Xavier.

Howard asked, setting his teacup aside. "Ever heard of Mr. Harper from Mareno City?" Sophronia threw the question back at him. "Mr. Harper, the underground kingpin of Mareno City?" The Judge's gaze sharpened. "Are you saying he's part of the Mareno City Chamber of Commerce too?" "Yes!" Sophronia confirmed with another nod. "Mr. Harper handles all the shady dealings for the Chamber." "The ringleader last night, a guy they call Flower Scorpion, is Harper's main man. Chances are, he's the one who snatched Mr. Carter."

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

We owned the underground of New York, and we were good at it. I walked over to my midnight-black Harley, gleaming in the morning light. The chrome was engraved with our moon emblem — proud, dangerous, and untouchable. I grabbed my leather jacket from the ground, dusted it off, and pulled it back on. My hair fell across my forehead as I raked a hand through it. “Gareth’s losing it again,” Nova muttered, strapping on her helmet beside her bike. “He’s wrong this time,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Rylan needs to stay the hell off my turf and worry about his own collections. He’s been short for months. And my father’s got the nerve to tell me I’m the one slacking.”

“Before I knew it, I owed the gang’s mafia a ton of money that I couldn’t possible pay. In a moment of mercy, the boss let me work for him until I was able to pay him back. I started as a mule, transporting drugs from town to town and, sometimes, back from China. It almost killed me but I was lucky to have never been found out. Soon I was promoted to drug dealer, seeing as I still had a wide network of contacts in the underground world," Harley stops for a second, catching his breath. “I lured so many young kids into a horrible world, Althea. Too many fell because of me, kids that trusted and looked up to me, I used their idolisation for my own benefit and, some of them, ended up in a worst

“Our forces have infiltrated Saint Petersburg. There’s an infiltrator in Kingston’s network—a maid named Nana. We can use her.” Fredrick nodded. “Let the world know: when someone touches my blood… I will retaliate with blood.” In Edgar’s hideout—That night. Harley looked out the window, cold winter wind fogging the glass. Edgar was in the basement, checking old weapons left by his former network. The radio crackled in the corner. Then an announcement: “Explosion at one of Kingston Corp’s main offices in Moscow tonight. Suspected sabotage…” Harley slowly stood. His breath quickened.

When I saw the man I had a crush on, no matter how much I hated Gina, I put on a smile. "Harley! Why did you come with her?" I did not hide my disgust for Gina. Gina, however, began to act again. She stuffed her handbag into Harley's hand like a rich young lady. "Harley, help me place my bag!" Harley immediately took the bag and placed it on the side. He turned around and explained to me, "Catherine, you still don't know, right? I am now the Gamma of the wolf pack. Alpha Wyatt asked me to be in charge of Gina's guards."

That I had another nightmare and panicked? "Zoya?" Xander's face shifted from anger to confusion. He didn't need to ask the question. "Well, well," Castellan Blackthorn stood up, a smirk forming on his lips. Two curled snakes are inked to the side of his neck, the samurai tattoo reminding me that he was the representative of the Blackthorn family. I glanced across the grim faces in the room. Gezhi of the Woodvane family, Jason who was Xander's beta, the elders, and three other families I couldn't recall.

“The name Harper gave you? It’s an alias. One of several. He operates under at least five identities across different cities.” “So who is he fronting for?” “A debt collection crew out of the East End. Extremely small but exceptionally violent. They’re known for their ways of intimidation, coercion, and very gruesome public retaliation when the money doesn't show up.” Calix walked toward the desk, his movements deliberate. “And Harper? How deep is she?” “Deep enough that they think they can use her as leverage. But here’s the thing,” Mateo continued. “We pulled the surveillance footage from underground card rooms and three different high-end clubs. I’m sending you some images. Take a look at