Motorcycle Club Book Series Novels & Stories

“I’m just saying, maybe keep it light.” “If we get attacked. Do you expect me to not to run to you and make sure you are okay?” Piercy squeezed my leg. “I’ll come to you, because until I know you are okay, I won’t be.” He pulled into the club, where he stopped for the valet. “Good evening, Alpha.” My door opened, surprising me a little. “Luna Brett.” A hand hovered above me. Accepting it, I was thankful for the help. “It’s a pleasure.”

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He asked, turning to face them. “What could the queen’s man possibly want to know about us?” Margo asked, tossing back a shot of whiskey. “How did the two of you end up affiliated with a motorcycle club?” He asked, trying not to laugh at the jab she had directed at him. “I was born into it?” Margo sighed, pouring herself another shot. “I got into it because we grew up together. Motorcycle clubs aren’t all bad, ya know. Why do you ask?” Dex sighed, sipping his beer.

I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew these scary men and women were riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club.

The way she says sir has by dick jumping and my dom side waking up. Speed After greeting the guys who followed Merigold outside to see me she took us inside to meet everyone else. I look around the club as I walk through and I got to say this was not what I expected for a motorcycle club hangout. I guess when Merigold told me about this motorcycle club I pictured drugs, grungy dirty bikers, and half-naked women. That is not what I see. First of all the place is spotless. There are two pool tables to my left, behind them are some booths along the wall. The room is large and open. Various pictures on the walls some that look like family portraits of the guys in the club. One looks like it was

Our old ladies had set up a rescue centre, and they took it in turns to keep it open around the clock. My delicious little Russian tigress had never been in any real danger, but she was going to learn that I was the President of this MC club and her actions had consequences. I grinned as I adjusted myself and swung my leg over my Harley, my hand already twitching at the thought of connecting it to her perfect little ass. 'Let's ride, boys.' I shouted as the sound of twenty powerful motorcycle engines roaring to life filled the air, and I drove out of the compound onto the road, turning right and heading for the spot where she would roughly come out of the woods.

Their matching leather cuts spike volume, as did their lingering and assessing gazes they seemed to throw at everyone. They didn't need to speak much to let other people know that they had a story behind them. Maybe I was thinking that way because I've read their files with Jacopo the previous night. Maybe that was why I feared for the ladies of the web. From what I have seen on the file, The Only Girls Motorcycle Club goes after revenge like a shark does blood. They are relentless when it comes to protecting one of their own. No one had ever come across their club, did something wrong to them, and lived to tell the tale. And knowing what happened to those two prospect of theirs, I knew they

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

"I... No, tha-thank you, bo—" "Eat!" A glare was adequate to have him down the glass of juice and three cheese and tomato sandwiches hungrily. "Thank you, Boss." I acknowledged it with a nod. "Now tell me what it is?" "It's the new motorcycle club in Yakima, The Venturi." "A new motorbike club?" My knuckles turned white from clenching them tight.