Motorcycle Gang Books Novels & Stories

"This is your fault. All of it. If you hadn't married my daughter—" "Someone would still be targeting the alliance," I interrupted. "This isn't about Lisa and me. This is about someone who doesn't want peace. Someone who profits from war." "The Nevada MC," Marcus said. "They've been pushing into our territory for months. They want control of the docks. The warehouses. Everything." "So they burn down your clubhouse to what? Intimidate you?" "To prove I'm weak. That I can't even protect my own house." Marcus's hands clenched into fists. "They're right. I am weak. I lost my daughter. I lost my clubhouse. I've lost everything."

“I’m part of your life, so let me be a part of it.” The hesitation remained in his eyes. He looked down to his wound and patched it up with butterfly strips. “Luca’s been dealing with traitors as well as an MC that’s been giving us trouble.” At the confused look on my face, he added, “Motorcycle club. They’re stronger in the south, especially Texas, New Mexico, and Florida, but chapters have been popping up around here. Luca asked me to see what the local chapter was up to. We captured one, a strong fighter. He got me with his knife.”

I think I would be more trouble than help if I went there. “Fuck”, I let out, slamming my hands against the cold stone of the kitchen island. Grow a fucking pair and move your ass to that fucking hospital. I put my boots on after drinking my black coffee, and I grab the keys to my Harley. Maybe the cold weather will help me straighten my head and make me realise I am not a child anymore and being scared of a fucking hospital is as useless as putting milk in a coffee.

“It makes me feel loved.” “Sorry,” Miles muttered with a chuckle Jamal sighed and shook his head. “Okay, I will bite, what is the plan?” He asked as he took a seat. Miles went to the pizza boxes and opened one. I gave Jamal a file of pictures filled with four men sitting on expensive motorcycles. They all wore leather jackets with a black flame embedded boldly on the back of the jackets. “They call themselves the Son’s of Darkness, and they are involved in all sorts of vices from drugs, human trafficking to prostitution,” I began as I also gave Yulia and Miles their own files.

I did not remember how I reached the scene. The rain had stopped, but the mountain road was still wet. Villagers stood along the roadside, whispering. Police lights flashed against the trees. At the bottom of the cliff lay Dominic’s motorcycle, twisted beyond recognition. Dominic was gone. So were Marcus and his three friends. The police told me the initial conclusion was a traffic accident. The motorcycle had been overloaded. The road was slippery from rain. On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff.

“You’re insufferable.” “And you wanted to know more about the motorcycle gang.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Fair. Fine. Tell me about the bikers.” “I’m afraid there is not too much to share,” I say idly as Lalaine clambers all over the marble sculpture of a horse and rider. “Motorcycle gangs are guns for hire.” “Cheap ones, too,” she murmurs. I arch an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “I’m a woman, Alessandro. I’m not an idiot.”

“Just trying to figure out these goddamned… these gosh-darned cribs. They all look the same, you see.” Bianca Morgan stared at the three of them, even more taken aback than her daughter at what was standing in front of her. All three men were sporting tattoos and huge boots, they were all wearing matching leather vest things with patches that read ‘Road Devils’. She almost passed out when she realized that she was face-to-face with real, live motorcycle gang members. The urge to grab her daughter and run was pretty strong, but she didn’t want to piss them off. “You’re – you’re crib shopping?” Bianca asked them, aiming for terrified politeness. “For – for one of your babies?”

He looked like he was thinking carefully and plotting something in his head or that's what I'd want to assume since I couldn't read him at the moment. I ignored everything, clearing my throat. Whatever he was plotting wasn't any of my business. "Now if you would excuse me, Mr Argentero, we both have a meeting to attend." And with that I walked past him, making sure to brush my shoulder against him roughly. The whole arena was covered in men from different Mafia groups and they all stood on attention guarding the area. I sent Gio to stand out with them while I walked into the nightclub with Nicola. I saw Cleto and Diego in there and they escorted me to the room where the meeting was being hel

He was the almighty Mafia lord, and he shouldn't be attached to anyone. Since this happened already, he would make sure he protects her with his life. Her parents only made it easier for her to finally and legally be his. There was only one threat, Blackie, and his current trip to City G, where his meeting headquarters was, to remove him from human existence. “Is everyone on ground?” he asked. “Yes, boss,” Ryan replied, switching back to professionalism. “Good.” ~ City G ~ “Sir,” a mild calling. “Sir,” louder, and Cedric Huxley turned to the woman and man in front of him.

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.