Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

asked an office boy. "Yes, are you done?" Zahra asked Jamal the office boy. "Yes. I want to take a break. Exit briefly to receive orders. My job will clean the room in the afternoon again. " Zahra nodded. The office boy has changed into a jacket using the O-Mitra online motorcycle taxi jacket. Made by the application made by Bayu.

The waistline is high, the knees are reinforced, and they are quite tight. He must have ridden his bike over. As if to confirm that thought I spy his jacket on the back of his chair. It's a black and red leather design with Kevlar armour stitched inside. The colour prompts me to remember the Yamaha parked out front. Could that be his? If it is, I hope he offers me a ride some time.

Jax rumbled, his voice a low, rough melody that seemed to vibrate right through Milo’s chest. "I... I know," Milo squeaked, his voice trembling from the cold. "I don't know how to fix it." Jax looked at the bike, then back at the boy who looked like he was about to melt into the pavement. "Get on." "What?" "The bike," Jax pointed to his Harley. "I’ll take you home. I’ll put this in the back of my truck tomorrow and fix it for you. But right now, you’re freezing." Milo should have been afraid. He was a small, delicate nerd being offered a ride by a giant, tattooed biker. But when he looked into Jax’s eyes, he didn't see a predator. He saw a wall. A shield.

*** After we ate and the dishes were clean, I changed into jeans, a nice shirt, and boots and was soon ready to go. "Make sure to wear your leather jacket," Xander said when I came out of my dressing room. "If I lay the bike over, I don't want you to get road rash. It really hurts." "Already have it." I held up my jacket to show him. Although it had been a while since I'd ridden a motorcycle, that was one thing you never forget. Elias and Xander were already dressed in their riding gear, waiting for me. Elias reached for my coat and held it while I slid it on. "Let's go."

I instruct. They nod. We make our way out. Outside, it’s chaos. “Get to the bikes. I have to call Sherlock... he’ll erase the footage,” Iren says, dialing his phone. “What the hell was that? Bikers?” I ask Jaxon. He nods grimly. “Club business.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, really?” I throw up my hands. Haru grabs my wrists and pulls them down. “Your ribs. Be careful,” she hisses.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

He shook in horror. "Xander is here?" Hutton gasped, jumping up from the chair he was sitting on. "I received a message from one of the guards now. Xander has killed all the guards who tried to stop him at the pack boundary. He is heading here right away!" The messenger breathed in fear while I watched dumbly. "Xander might be here to save her..." The Gamma mumbled, pointing at me. "It can't be!... The Xander we all know, can never fight his way here to save this trash!" Hutton blurted out, with anger written all over his face.

“Jared. Don’t talk like that. James isn’t your father. He doesn’t belong here; he has no ties to this pack anymore. His father is long gone, and he ran the pack into the ground. I didn’t do anything.” “Whatever Jackie. I need to go.” “Jared ple-“ Jared hung up the phone before she could get anything else out, and he pressed the accelerator down again and when he got closer to the Red Crest pack, he saw someone step out of the tree line and Jared came to a slow and parked his car. When he stepped out and walked towards the lone wolf, he reached his hand out in a sign of good faith. “Hello. I am Jared from the Blue Moon pack. I believe Alpha Jaxson is expecting me.”

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”