Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Gang Books

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.

I didn't need to be the topic of small town gossip. “It was just mentioned around the clubhouse, it's none of my business.” There was something in his voice that told me he wanted it to be his business though. “Those bikers gossip like women.” I grinned at him and was rewarded with a flash of white teeth in return. “Yeah, someone should have warned you about that.” Bobby chuckled. “Nothing stays secret for long there. But it doesn't usually travel much further don't worry. So if you and Fang were looking to keep things quiet you have no worries.”

I went to my assigned room on the bottom floor of the pack house and grabbed my wallet and my keys for my motorcycle. I had not gotten any real belongings since arriving here at Twisted Pine, so those items were all I needed. I left and hopped onto my bike and immediately headed west to the border of Michigan and Wisconsin. I would have to be careful with patrols from Black Dawn in the area as I crossed the borders; then I would have to ditch my bike and get passage to another state. I could leave no trace of myself behind here or any evidence of being in the gang with Teddy if this were to succeed.

Chapter 4: The First Mistake This stranger—Dante, has been protecting my brother for half a year. While I had no idea. "Who ARE you people?" I whisper. He writes slowly: The question isn't who we are. The question is: what are you going to do now? I look at him. This dangerous man who's been watching me. Broke someone's wrist for touching me. And has guards protecting Mason. "I'll help you," I say. "Find your thief. Whatever you need. Just... keep Mason safe."

First was usually his fist, then other things I don't even like to name. Turning eighteen didn't change a damn thing. He still hits me and makes me keep my mouth shut because I know a secret he once told me when he was all drunk. I spent the entire morning underneath a Harley Davidson. I've been trying to figure out why the transmission kept grinding third gear. My hair was all greasy and the garage stank of gas, sweat, and everything mechanical. Dmitri, almost the only worker left in Night Wolves' garage, my father's biker club, walked up to me.

I quickly supplied them with information. “Ok so he is a biker that’s good to know what does his patch look like?” The woman asked me. “His group is called the Devil’s Jesters. They have a big skull on the back with like a clown hat on the skull” I could see that as I started to explain the motorcycle club that this woman had some idea who she was dealing with.

I kept a close eye on every underground media outlet I could find. Anything that reported on the biker crews around Lucas Corner was usually buried deep in unofficial blogs, anonymous pages and word-of-mouth posts that spread faster than anything legitimate ever could. It was risky to publish anything about those clubs openly, but that didn’t stop people from talking and ever since the way the biker brothers had rushed out of Jane’s apartment, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something was wrong and now I had proof.

But when I looked deeper, tracing leads through online racing forums and underground blogs, a different story started to unfold. The Blood Fangs weren’t simply competitors of Kane; they were a criminal group pretending to be a motorcycle club, involved in everything from drug dealing to illegal gambling. At the heart of it all were underground car races—high-stakes events where the city’s powerful elite bet enormous sums of money while criminals cleaned their dirty cash through fake betting systems.

Mason and Peter gather their people and allies to attack the Black River Gang that afternoon. The moment both of them arrived at the Black River Base; the place was already in chaos. The Black River Gang was caught off guard by the attack made by the Blood Brother’s Gang and The Underworld’s. In less than 15 minutes, half of his people had gone down. Most of them suffered a severe injury, and some were unfortunate enough to live a short life. Mason and Peter had given words not to show mercy to them after hearing that Lint River’s daughter poisoned their sister.

“Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.” I sit up, the chips falling. “What’s the name of the gang?” “Smitties MC.” My jaw drops. No fucking way.