Novel & Cerita Jay Jo Bike

she giggled and slapped my arm playfully. I took her in a one arm hug and took her with me inside the club along with my brothers and sisters. “I planned our grand entry for the birthday bash, guys. Hope you enjoy !” Joy winked and moved towards a set of cool and sleek bikes. “Whoa princess ! Where did you get such beauties from ?” Ryder gushed. “Dad Lucan and I designed them then Dad Zarek assembled these,” Joy proudly announced. She was a total bike freak and no one could beat her on these death machines.

she said, already tapping away at her phone. I followed Jovan toward the executive parking structure. I expected a black SUV or a sleek sedan, but he stopped in front of a matte-black Triumph motorcycle. It looked powerful, expensive, and entirely like him. He pulled a spare helmet from the side case and handed it to me. I slid it on, the click of the chin strap echoing in the quiet of the garage. Jovan mounted the bike, the engine roaring to life with a low, predatory growl. I climbed on behind him, my movements stiff with lingering hesitation until I found my balance.

It's the tone of Jo's voice that has me dreading this conversation that will follow my daughters' request. "Okay, shoot." Jo steps a few feet forward stopping in between his thick thighs, and leaves me stunned when she sits her bottoms on his right leg. I expect him to fall since he is balancing on his haunches, but he maintains a solid form from his boot covered feet. It's silly, but I'm impressed. Jo whispers in his ear. I watch his eyes crease up on the sides as his cheeks pull taut into a big close-mouthed smile. The biker is a good-looking guy, but dangerous. Someone I should stay away from.

If I had to keep the last name, I will, but Joanne was going in the trash. "I am no scaredy cat, but that doesn't mean I'm an adrenaline junkie either." I eyed Vladimir's formidable stance. "Honestly, I never pegged you for one either." He shrugged. "I wouldn’t call myself an adrenaline junkie, but I can promise you that the feeling you get when riding a bike is unlike any other. Just give it a try Jo, just one time. I promise you will never forget the experience." Yeah, cos it will be my last. "Uh, no thanks, I'm good."

He said and without as much as sparing me another glance he left. My fist clenched besides me as I watched his back my heart feeling like it was breaking into a thousand pieces with every step he took away from me. ____ An hour later, I was back at the spot where Jettison and I had been sitting earlier, my heart lodged painfully in my throat as I watched him stepped onto the track with a massive bike. Rodger said it was his legendary one—the bike he’d used back in his prime years of racing. It was black, lined with white along the sides, and it looked huge beneath him, heavily built compared to the Death Rider he used back in Blackmoore.

I say to her and she nods her head. “Ok, follow me.” We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride? “Can you ride or will you take the SUV?” I ask him and he smiles at me. “Oh, I can ride.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully. “Rude.” she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

I nodded back at him. We walked all the way to the back chain-link fence where I parked my heavy black power bike. The hot afternoon sun made the dark metal shine brightly. "I did not drive my own car today," Maya said, looking at the huge, scary motorcycle. "My mom dropped me off this morning." "I know," I said, pulling my keys out of my pocket. I reached into the storage box on the back of my bike. I pulled out a shiny black spare helmet. I tossed it gently through the air.

# Bonus Chapter 24: Full Circle Mia Park was seven years old and had been begging to ride on a motorcycle since she was old enough to understand what they were. "Everyone else gets to," she complained to her mother on a Saturday morning, watching through the kitchen window as Duke prepared his bike in the driveway for a routine ride to the garage. "Uncle JJ had his own bike at sixteen. Grandpa Duke rides every single day. I'm the only one who doesn't get to."