Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

he asked, his eyes shining with a hint of mischief. “Never been to one before, but there’s a first time for everything. I just don’t have a bike.” A slow smile spread across Jay’s face and I could almost see the cogs in his mind start turning with some sort of master genius plan. “You can borrow my Yamaha R1.” He gestured to the beast covered with a dust sheet. “Unless you’re scared and would rather ride bitch with Harley.”

Ghost Rider was born in her place. "Mom!" I turned away from the mirror as small footsteps thundered down the hallway. A moment later, Jax burst through the door, his dark hair wild and his amber eyes bright with excitement. "You're supposed to knock," I reminded him, but I was already crouching down to catch him as he launched himself at me. "Uncle Rook said the new parts came in for your bike. Can I help? Please?" He bounced in my arms, all five years of energy and enthusiasm.

"I am never going on anything that would compromise my life again," Xavier said staggering a little as they came down from the ride. "Why did that kiddies' ride get you all afraid?" Jessica asked air quoting the word kiddies. "I admit that it is not a kiddies' ride," Xavier said throwing his hands up in the air and walking away. "People would think we are fighting if you walk away," Jessica said as she caught up with him and held his arm. "Let's do that. It only requires darts and teddy bears" she added pulling him in the direction.

scrambling, the boy got to his feet with an injured leg and bloody nose, "Name?" "K-Kacey Allen." "How old are you, Allen?" "I'm 20, Sir..." "You listen here, and you listen good," Jax starts as Scar nears them, "You go with Vex to his bike, you sit there and you wait. You've proven yourself slightly worthy and I know how hard it must be for you, kid. You give your loyalty to me and I'll provide you with everything you, the girl and the little one needs, but, you piss me off and you're back on your ass, capeesh?!"

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

Sleek, fast, and intimidating, like it was a machine built for dominance and control, something that screamed, Alpha. He had his helmet on, but from the way the hairs on my arm stood I knew his gaze was fixed on me. ‘Show off,’ I mumbled. Jax walked to the bike beside Cain, the only empty bike, finally putting his phone away and grabbing his helmet and putting it on, his engine roared to life. They were ready to leave and where does that leave me? Without a word Cain threw a smaller helmet at me, I caught it instinctively, “Hop on” his voice was flat, delivering the order like he was talking to his subordinate.

He’d gotten it last month, and since then, he’d been promising to take her for a ride, and tonight it would seem would be her night. Most kids got a car; Alfie got a bike. He’d told her he’d been promised the bike months ago, and Eagle had been waiting for the guy to finish it up, and Chloe could see why. It was a damn sexy machine, and the way Alfie stroked it as he showed the bike off, well, she’d been a little, tiny bit jealous. Not anymore as he said he needed to break his bike in to make sure it was safe to take his

What surprised me the most was the helmet he carried into my office. “You brought a bike?” “Yup. Got it from home. Haven’t used it in a while,” he said, placing the helmet on my desk. “You shouldn’t wear a tight skirt today, babe.” My cheeks heated up every time he called me that. “I’m wearing pants.” “Good. I’ll wait outside,” Xavier said, waving before walking out. Fixing my slightly wrinkled shirt, I grabbed the helmet and put it on. Outside, Xavier was waiting by a black sports bike. He smiled at me before getting on. I climbed onto the back seat, holding onto his jacket.

Jarek "Man, that was insane." Daniel claps my back as he joins me outside in the bike garage, "You stopped in the mid-transition, man." He blows his cheeks and shakes his head. We run a garage and fix both cars and bikes. Ryder is the one who runs a garage, but from time to time, we all love getting our hands dirty while fixing the bikes. Currently, I am trying to fix an old bike that a boy brought to us. It was his dad's first bike, and even he wanted to learn to ride on this bike.