Romans & histoires Loose Cannons Mc

When we were on our way to the school gates, Alastair saw me and tagged along. "You're not going home yet?" Asked Demi. She saw Alastair by the lockers, it seemed that he was about to go but Alastair saw her. "We were supposed to have a club meetup but there wasn't anyone inside the club room." Turns out, Alastair was a part of the art and literature club, they were assigned to make event banners that would be distributed outside. "I'm quite hungry, would you like to eat with me? I heard that there's a new cafe down the road." Demi smiled at the prospect of food and turned towards Alastair with a mischevious face.

Grace's POV “Prez,” Bunny said, his tone filled with anger. “They’re MCs! They’re definitely MCs! I can see their bikes! They look like the same ones that have been tailing you and Cracker!” Say what?! “See what club?” Prez replied, sounding not so surprised, while I made a mental note to torture ‘what the hell is going on’ out of him later! “No clear visual!” “Anyone got a visual on their tags?” Prez tried again and finally, the gunfire seemed further away than it had just a second ago.

After lunch, Storm told me to walk to the barn and wait for one of them to meet me here and give me a run-down of the program and training I’ll be doing. The door to the barn is open and my feet are itching to just go outside. But Killer told me during lunch that the first rule about being a Prospect of The Satan Sniper’s MC is- listen to your instructors. And I have for twenty minutes. That’s how long I'm waiting under the hot Southern sky. The barn got half the roof missing, the part that doesn't have grass under it, the only place I can stand. The boisterous laughter from outside has me going to see who it is, I've always been a nosey body. Living with a bunch of bikers isn't going to cha

When says Kill-shot he means Camden McCoy. “That’s because the Ravagers’ prince is the one who reached out to the Death Kings,” Carson says. I don’t care what his name is now, he is still Carson to me. Lachlan pulls up a medical file. “Camden McCoy, age eighteen, has been in the emergency room for broken bones at least five times a year but CPS never did a check. His father is now deceased and was said to be killed by a rival gang member in his own home. In school pictures, he was always bruised but smiling. His mother left town about fifteen years ago and is currently in a mental institution. He earned the title Kill-shot three years ago when they went up against a rival gang. None of his

When I blocked every one, she took it up a notch, camping out at my apartment. "Lester, enough games. Come back," she said. "The firm is bleeding clients and going under. We built it from the ground up. Can you really stand to watch it burn? I already fired Andrew and sold the Maybach. I promise, I won't do anything to upset you again." Cassandra, always so high and mighty, had never begged like this, but my heart was a locked door. I knew her groveling wasn't about love or regret. It was about Lockhart Lawfirm circling the drain.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

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

CANNON JESUS CHRIST. When my boss at B & A told me that my client was a fucking mess, the last thing I expected was to find a strung-out junkie dancing completely naked at a music festival for something called `five seconds of summer`. “How`s the view Cannon? Pretty chic, huh? Bet you are missing the Marines right about now, aren`t you?”

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

The ones in the lead were Undead Joey and Dallas. Undead Joey was in a long, black robe. He wore an eyepatch like a pirate and carried a small medical box made out of ebony behind his back. The box was his innate weapon. Next to him was a ferocious thug-like man with half of his shoulder exposed. It was Dallas, the Supernatural Cannon. He had two huge machetes behind his back, and he was wearing a hat made out of a mountain goat. Dallas was known as the Supernatural Cannon because of his unique ability. To describe it coarsely, it was farting. It was a move that was well-hated by everyone, and it was below everyone's dignity to point out his despicable technique.