Jax Teller's Bike นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The last thing I needed was my mate sprawled on the ground for everyone to see. I don't want a big fat mate. The embarrassment would kill me. And sharing her with the others? No fucking way. "You good, Viper?" Jaxon asked, his face still twisted with disgust. "Do I look good?" I snapped. I strapped on my helmet and turned to the boys. "Were you able to deal with those cagers from Summer West?" Ryder couldn't even speak. He just kept shaking his head like he was trying to wake up from a nightmare.

“Is that for me? He just saw a big-ass bike with the Captain America emblem on it. But what it really was, was the exact replica from the Easy Rider film. Jaxton bought it from a guy, who got it from out of state, and then sold it to me for a bargain price. As soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of Blaze. I knew he would appreciate it. “Yeah, that’s for you.” I chortled. “Call it an early eighteenth birthday present.” Sure, he was still a cub, but he would grow into it someday. “I’m telling Mom I got a real bike,” he gushed, hurrying away to tell her the news. Jax grinned, scratching his beard as he waited for him to leave. “Got something to tell you,” he mentioned, sounding serious this

How was that even possible? "Oh, fuck!" Jax cursed as his face lost all color. He pointed to the bike on the left of the leader and whispered, "Look at the goddamn name on his bike Jenny! This isn't good. This is really bad." Squinting her eyes to zero in on the petrol tank, Jenny battled to keep her lunch down. Two battle axes and a grim reapers face held pride of place on its side. And just in case someone missed the symbol's significance, the rider's road name was underneath. In bold gold, the writing was Jenny's worst nightmare, as "The Henchman" burned its way into her brain.

I said, stepping into the pool of amber light. She didn't look up, but a small smile played on her lips. "I’m holding it exactly how Jax told me to. He said the manifold was loose." "Jax is an enforcer. I’m the one who built this bike from parts I found in a junkyard," I said, walking over to her. I stood behind her, my chest grazing her back. "Give it here." I reached around her, my larger hands covering hers on the wrench. The contact was electric.

The ride has been long but nothing matters now except that building I am seeing right now ahead of me. The moment we stop, Jaxon swings off from his bike, he doesn’t hesitate as his hand dives into his coat and pulls out his gun. He checks and observes the gun, it's smooth, fast and not even looking down as he slides it back with a click. His eyes then cut at me sharply. “You are not with your carper?” he asks. He always calls it that—my gub. To him, I am careless for leaving it. To me, it is a choice. I stare back, cold and firm.

he barked. "You can't ride a beast in a cocktail dress. Put 'em on. We got work to do." The bundle contained a pair of thick, denim riding pants, a heavy leather jacket with "Silver Moon" embossed subtly on it, and boots that felt like they were made of iron. When I stepped out into the hangar, Viper was standing next to a motorcycle. It was stripped to the bone, nothing but a black engine and a heavy-duty front. "This was gonna be Jax’s first real build," Viper said, his voice dropping an octave as he mentioned the kid’s name.

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

she tried again. “Hold on,” he barked. She did—more because she had no choice than because she wanted to. The bike shot forward, tires spitting gravel as they tore out of the alley. Wind slapped her helmet, the city blurring past in streaks of neon and shadow. She kept replaying that blond man’s smirk in her head, the way he’d said that girl like it meant more than just Emily Reyes. They didn’t stop until they were across the river, the hospital and its questions far behind. Jax pulled the bike into the covered space behind an old brick warehouse. The engine cut out, leaving them in thick silence, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal.

Jax said, grabbing his tactical pack and the steel case of anti-toxin from my counter. As the line of leather and gray nylon filed out into the freezing downpour, the roar of the Harleys clearing the shipyard gates was a synchronized scream of vengeance against the night. I walked back to the table, my fingers steady as I drove the needle into the wounded Stray’s central line, watching the monitor as his frantic heart rate began to level out against the machine.

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a