Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Gang Books

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

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.

I finish applying my makeup while he gets dressed. When our driver arrives, Cole slides beside me in the backseat and starts talking. “Do you know why I’ve brought you to Italy, Jacqueline?” he asks. I shake my head no. “How much do you know about gangs?” I shrug, “A little? I know a bit from movies.” He chuckles, “Okay, I’ll start with the basics then. Bigger gangs often have presences in multiple countries. That’s the case for the Iron Brothers. We’re mostly located in North America, but we have a few European bases, and one of them is Italy.”

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Two days later Wolf pulled up to The Highway Hellions clubhouse, hoping that he looked far more relaxed than he actually felt. He was sure that there were eyes on him right now, and he doubted that any of them were friendly. Taking his time, moving deliberately, he opened the car door – this was the first car that he’d bought since joining The Road Devils, and it was a second-hand piece of shit, and he was already missing his motorcycle like he’d miss air – and stepped into the parking lot. He looked around, noted the MC businesses (a tattoo studio and a bar, somehow both compulsory when talking about biker clubs), and just the sight of

A low growl rumbled in his chest, making the ground vibrate subtly beneath my feet. Suddenly, the compound was alive with movement. The rumble of engines, the glint of chrome. The motorcycle club. They appeared out of the shadows, a tide of leather and steel, encircling Damon and his small envoy. Each biker pulled up, engines idling, forming a tight, menacing ring. And then, the wolves. More of them than I’d ever seen, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their huge forms flanking the bikers, mirroring their aggressive stance. The air crackled with a dangerous energy.

"'Kickin' it with hashtag biker sluts in hashtag Gnaw Bone. 11:28 PM.' Robbie posted that with a picture of him sittin' on someone's motorcycle out in front." "Little punk's lucky he didn't get his a** handed to him, sittin' on someone else's bike," Red said. "I remember now. They disrespected a couple of our regulars. Bonnie kicked 'em out. Saw them get into their car—BMW if I recall—and drive west. Musta been around midnight. Maybe a little after." "Look," the Marshal said to Bonnie, "I know what kinda place this is and what kinda company hangs around here. I'm not lookin' to get your club or any of its members in any trouble. These boys come from money. If they paid you to lie for 'em—"

Because of this, he almost hit the side of the road. Finding the opportunity, the two angel-devil members immediately accelerated the pace of their motorcycles and left Nam Gil far behind. The two smiled at each other then quickly reached the finish line together. Hyang and the other two gang members cheerfully welcomed their friend who became the winner. The race was a match between two gangs, The Angel-devil from the SEC's elite school and the Blackhawk gang from the other school. The members of the Blackhawk gang looked at Hyang and his friends with expressions full of anger.

so I opened it. Badges, crests, jackets with symbols stitched in red and black. They didn't seem like any normal colours.... "Shit." My eyes went wide as soon as I recognized them. These were gang colors. Motorcycle gang, to be specific. The leather was heavy as always. And next to Nolan's slightly faded jacket, folded with almost reverent care, was another. Same crest. Same weight. Same everything, except this one had a C embroidered into the collar. Cassian.

He asked "Normally, civilians like to have a normal life, but it is different in your case." She shared an opinion "Girls avoid mafia and gangsters because they are afraid of them." "Lyra was not like other girls. She didn't care about my profession and work because she strongly believes anyone will die when the time comes." He chuckled "Whether a civilian, a soldier, or a member of the Mafia or a gangster, God writes everyone's future in heaven before sending them to earth.

Grease angrily turned around and stomped toward the lady. "We are sons of the dark roads! We are hell riders we are not fucking businessmen! We don't collect! We take!" He yelled at her in a drunken rage-filled voice. The remaining three bikers shook their head in a tired embarrassed way. It seemed like they were also fed up with the bullshit and drama Grease brought to the gang. I understood that a gang had to have some sort of sacred creed but what is the point of a creed if everyone everyone? The way I saw it Grease had to go.