Mc Biker Romance Novels & Stories

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

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

~some time later~ "Congrats babes!" Casey squeals out as she jumps into my arms. Malachi has his sexy smirk on his face as Jack is looking over my car. Liam pats my back with a smile as the race runner hands over my money. "Congrats man. We will notify you of the next set of races in a couple of weeks" Luca tells me before walking away again. I still can't believe I finished first. The driver of the Charger blew his engine, the BMW wrecked into the Audi and I just barely made it past the Subaru for the win. I quickly pull Jack's cut out before putting my money away. I walk over to Jack and hand over his earnings. His eyes widen before he quickly puts it away. I chuckle as I notice my brother

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

His head tilted slightly, tracking sounds the rest of us couldn't hear. There were six other riders. Seven total. I recognized Marc on the black bike, he was decent, played fair. But then there was Vic on the red bike, and my stomach dropped. Cole on the yellow. Jensen with the scar across his jaw. Three others I didn't know, but they had that look. That hungry, desperate look of riders who'd do anything to win. "That's a lot of competition," Sarah said quietly. "They're not competition," Orion said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "They're just in the way."

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

In total, they were the word Perfect itself. Amanda could recognize the one in the middle as one of the famous bikers in college from their motorcycle club– Wild Hogs Motorcycle club. He often drives around town with his team and she couldn’t deny the fact that she feels an unexplainable pull whenever she’s around him. She knew in her heart that she was crushing on him, even though she would constantly say otherwise.

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

"But I am absolutely not losing this motorcycle club to a man like Viper. And I am sure as hell never losing you, Tessa." He leaned his head down and kissed meslowly, deeply, and with a raw intensity, pouring all of his heavy stress, fear, and dark obsession straight into my mouth. When he finally pulled his lips away, his dark eyes were completely black with a deep need. "I am still earning your heart, Tessa," he whispered fiercely against my skin. "Even while every single thing around us burns to the ground." As I curled my body tight into his broad chest and listened to the distant, roaring sound of heavy motorcycles revving their engines outside the windowbrothers standing guard in the d