Jay Jo Bike Novels & Stories

Jo asked me as I double-checked Tonka's saddle. "Looks like those riding lessons you took as a kid paid off," I said as I walked away and took Dub out of the crossties, completely ignoring her question. "Ready?" Jo closed her eyes as she nodded her head, and we left the barn for our ride. The sun was just starting to rise as we made our way back to the packhouse. Beautiful pinks and oranges started taking over the sky with each minute that passed. I was thankful it wasn't as long of a ride as going to Gram's because this was supposed to be a solo mission .... just me, myself, and I .....

Then he asked, “Fix your own bike before? Or did your dad handle it?” “I helped him in the shop,” I said. “Knew how to change oil before I could parallel park.” He glanced at me, his expression softening for a heartbeat. “Then you know the belt’s shot. Front tire’s low too.” “I figured.” “You planning to fix it or just admire the damage?” “Bit of both.” He almost laughed, then went back to the bike. “Most people who run don’t come back,” he said. I looked at him. “I’m not most people. I’m Joan.”

My headlights tore into the dark trees and I didn’t feel a hint of fear. Ariana’s face played in my mind as I raced, how she stared at me at the White House. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to speak to me or not. Soon enough, I approached my pack and rode in, Joel stood by a side and he looked like he had been waiting for me seeing how his eyes sparked when he saw me. I stopped my motorcycle, “Take it in,” I instructed a biker who was passing by, he nodded and climbed the motorcycle, taking it away from my sight.

Having my bike back meant freedom. Alpha shook Jim’s hand as I went straight to my bike. She was sleek and solid black, a Ninja 350—my dream bike. I had saved for almost two years to buy her. “I had to change out your ignition coil set. She should run smoothly now,” Jim said, handing me my keys. My smile said everything as I handed him the money for the repairs.

Crowe, entry thirty one, matte black bike* I went and pulled everything. The surface layer was straightforward. Jaxen Crowe, twenty eight. Director and founder of the Moon Biker's Club, established four years ago as a regional outfit and expanded within eighteen months into something that made the industry pay attention. Clean record, no charges, no civil suits, nothing that would raise a flag on a standard background check. Tax filings current. Business registration clean. The kind of paper trail that belonged to someone who either had very good lawyers or was genuinely careful about how he operated.

I shouted. “You ride like a squealing pig!” I cried hard and continued cursing. “I swear to the goddess, if I live through this, I’m going to bite you.” “You’re a psycho!” “Says the girl who was sitting in the middle of the road crying like a damn soap opera extra!” I screamed as the bike hit a pothole, my butt leaving the seat for a second. “Slow down! You’re going to kill us!” “That’s the point!” he shouted back. “Maybe if you shut up and let someone take care of you for once, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

SCORPION WINS KAI'S POV The bike was down. I couldn't breathe. Viper looked over at me, his sickening eyes traveling over my body. "I will be collecting my prize now." My jaw locked. I felt sick. But then Jax raised his head. He looked at Viper, then at his crew. "Bike," Jax commanded. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. He walked over to his fallen machine. He bent down, his big hands holding the cold metal frame. I noticed his knuckles turn white and his strong shoulders tense up as he got ready to lift the heavy bike.

"Zoey!" Zoey looked up and noticed Jared. She was surprised to see him here. "I don't have many classes today. Katie asked me to come, send you to work, and pick you up after." Jared was riding a motorbike with a gray helmet on his head. He was also personally thrilled to look for Zoey to remind her of him. "Let me take you there. Your ride can't be faster than mine," Jared said, a little embarrassed. "Besides, you've just bought me a pair of shoes, and you don't seem to need my help with other matters. I'll feel bad if I don't do something in return."

But Ji A said, “Don’t worry about me and this bruise. It won’t make me weak. I am a strong girl. Let’s find our parents soon.” They both are worrying too much about Ji A. They are looking a way for carrying her. Because they can’t lift Ji A on their own. Sa Ra saw an old motorbike in the forest. They all tried to start it. But it won’t start. Because the bike is drenched in the rain. Ji A do something with that bike. Because her father is a mechanic she knows some tricks in it. Sa Ra said, “Let’s stole the bike. We can carry Ji A in it. But I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

"I mean it's only twenty years old, hardly ancient, and sure, it has a missing windshield wiper and sometimes sputters out large plumes of exhaust at the stoplight but I got a great deal on her down at the Jalopy Jungle and-" Jo-Jo held up her hand. "You know what? I think I will meet you, later today, maybe tomorrow even, I have a really busy schedule over the next few days, and since you'll be shooting some of your first scenes on Friday..." She kept walking backward, shoving her large Prada sunglasses onto her face. "Be in touch." I waited until she disappeared, then nodded to the valet. A few minutes later, he pulled up in my truck. Not an old jalopy junker.