Joker Harley Novels & Stories

Her emotions were crumbling and I couldn't help her. The officers shared a look. "Miss Jones, a high amount of hallucinogen was detected in your system. It's possible that it was a.. A thief or something." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you trying to say I'm crazy? That I imagined someone breaking into my home? I'm sure as hell not imagining this conversation!!" Detective Allen fell silent. "Adams Ripley did.. Did horrors! Now he's after me again because you damn well couldn't catch him! He did all this!"

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.

"So these are yers? That's pretty cool. Does your job have an oven like this?" "We have a makeshift one with a UV lighting system we put together ourselves. It does the job nicely, but when we have a special project that we absolutely can't fuck up, we bring it here," Tony said as he motioned to the floor. "And yes, these are the panels to my '93 Harley Ironhead Sportster. Her name's Harley. She got a bit scuffed up when I backed up into a damn Honda. That's ok, though. I've been itchin' for a reason to do a redesign."

Kane had managed to steal a few kisses here and there but it had been a while since he had gotten his hands on Margo and he was eager to hold her in his arms and watch her tremble with pleasure. Kane, Joker, Jude, and Cinder were headed back on their bikes while three prospects rode in the van that housed the guns that they were moving to a new location. The men from The Border Destroyers had been trying to scout out the warehouse but Kane and Joker had made it just in time. Needless to say, there were a few less members of the MC than before. Kane smirked as he revved up the engine of his black Fat Boy 114. He was enjoying the feel of the wind whipping through his hair until he felt his ph

Ash, Decker, and Nat were downright hysterical and I could hear even Blade trying to keep himself from laughing. "I'm not gonna yell at her. I just want to know when they learned to ride." Joker snarled as he glared at me and then at the rest of the group. "Yeah, me too!" Dom and I both said at the same time which set off another round of laughter. Joker continued towards the door with us right behind him. He finally wrenched it open only to be greeted with Petal and Margo rolling in laughter on the floor. Thor, Sunny and Thrash were behind them, cracking up as well.

It had only made her angry. The convoy rolled out. Jax led the charge on his prized Harley Davidson— the same motorcycle he’d rebuilt piece by piece after Riley died, the one that had carried him through every war, every loss, every dark night for the past six years. It was more than metal to him. It was history. Twelve Iron Sons riding hard, the van trailing behind. The target was a Viper stash house on the outskirts near the river, supposedly holding fresh guns and product. Revenge for Brick and Toro.

Christian We waited a few seconds, until Rose put on her gloves, grabbed one of the saddlebags to help me, and then we headed to the parking lot. " You don't wear this jacket often," Rose commented standing beside me as I was lowered onto the side of the Harley, attaching the side saddlebags after securing the larger one to the support behind the backrest. I was wearing the Wandering Falcons jacket, the same one I had worn on Halloween, it had the biker club symbol on the back and front, on the left side was embroidered C. Davis.

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

" Maverick demanded. "I'm sorry. I didn't think." Hanna sobbed. Maverick pulled her to him in a tight hug. "I'm calling I.T. Getting him to trace it." "Ok." Hanna whispered. I.T. traced the calls back to the Joker's MC clubhouse. Jax told them that BJ Jr was handling it and for Maverick to stay away and let him handle it. He didn't want their alliance messed up.

Harley had met Johnny a few weeks prior at a nightclub where he had been working his first task for King Ricardo, they had hit it off right away, bonding over their love of motorcycles and their disdain for those in power who tried to keep them down, Johnny had promised to help if he could, but he was a police officer, and he had to be careful because he didn't know Harley deeply, Harley didn't care, she knew she needed to do everything in her power to protect the shipment and make sure it arrived on time, So, he took a chance and sent a message to Johnny, asking for his help, Harley lied that just a consignment of pharmaceutical drugs, she didn't go deep what exactly the consignment consist