Motorcycle Gang Books Novels & Stories

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"Talk." Maya threw her bag on the bed and sat down next to it. "Some guys from a motorcycle club helped me. They had a shop. Fixed my bike. End of story." "Which motorcycle club?" "Does it matter?" "Yes it matters. There are like three different clubs in this city and they're all bad news." Riley crossed her arms and did her I'm not leaving until you tell me face. "Which one?" "Iron Wolves." Riley's eyes went huge. "Are you serious right now?" Damn!!!

It's difficult to justify it. It will be slightly darker, and you'll see more from The High Rip Gang. The book is work of fiction, as well as the events in it, except for a few things here and there. However The High Rip were a real gang, Liverpool's one of the most feared groups, famous for using knives and belt buckles during their fights.

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I said picking up the file and opening it, showing her the documents that were inside “and I think that you could use a copy of them” “What do you mean?” “Whatever businesses have been going on between Lorenzo and whoever he’s dealing with; some of them happened here, at Los Angeles. That isn’t something that you as cops allow, the Romanov, or the Volkov families allowed. Therefore, him doing it away from Mafia Safe Grounds wasn’t allowed, legally or not…” “Wait, wait, wait, you’re expecting me to put Lorenzo D’Angelo on a wanted list?” Anastasia asked stopping me. “What better way to stir the cops into moving than this, right?”

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

“How do I know which one’s a Made-man?” “They always wear black, and they have a batch on their chest. A spade.” My eyes widened. “A spade? Why wasn’t I told before?” “I forgot.” “Cole, you don’t forget details this important!” I snapped my eyes shut. “I have to go.” Spade. The men who had stopped the incident back at Mambo’s bar a few days ago had the spade broach, according to Harley. My heart drummed in my chest. Something was happening in the Mafia world that the outside people weren’t aware of.

He also knew he was looking at the future King of the Blue Moon Bikers. Maverick learned quickly; he had to. Sean tried his best to scupper every chance he was given, and at first, the younger boy fell for his schemes, wanting to be the ‘Prince’s’ friend. The teenager soon discovered he was being set up to fail and look stupid in the eyes of William, the first time those kind eyes turned to him in disappointment was the last. He stopped trying to be Sean’s friend and, more importantly, he stopped covering for his mistakes. His gut instincts told him the King’s brother would soon make a fatal mistake as he took more and more risks as he tried to impress his friends and look like a future King

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

We looked at the pack land together in the early morning, and I thought about the highway in the dark and the bond reaching toward something it couldn't reach yet, and I thought about what it meant to be the thing it was reaching toward without knowing it. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Okay." "The riding." I paused. "The motorcycle. You've been doing it your whole life. What is it about it." He thought about this for a moment. "It's the only thing where the speed is inside the experience rather than outside it," he said. "In a car you're watching the speed. On a bike you're in it. Your body is part of the physics." He paused. "During the feral years it was the only time the noise i