My Mc. Novels & Stories

This MC gotta be kidding me. I turned to the MC and poked her side to get her attention, "Uhm... Excuse me, I was not told about it." She just smiled and ignored me. She turned back to the people and said, "Let's welcome her handsome and hot fiancée..." she turned to me like she was teasing me before she continued what she was going to say, "Alyn Crawford!" After hearing that name, it seemed like my heart and world stopped. What... Is happening?

***** much love from me Little munchkins

Then, my phone's ringtone joins the noise. It’s Mickie. I let the call go to voicemail and hit play. "You stressful motherfucker!" she barks. "I know you're at home. If you don’t come open this damn door right now, I swear on Lady Gaga’s platform heels, I will personally bulldoze this house with my bare hands and a broken nail!" A loud bang follows—probably her kicking the door, or headbutting it. Honestly, with Mickie, either is possible.

The windows were dark. “AJ, I don’t think there’s anyone in there. The door is probably locked.” “Hah. Nothing is ever locked around here. Come on.” Macie followed her inside. The interior door creaked. The main room was pitch black so she followed the sound of AJ’s high-heeled boots clicking on the tile. Then the lights were flipped on. She blinked. And saw him. She blinked again. Carter McKay was still standing in front of her. “Macie. You’re here.”

I slide off the stool and follow him, my hand discreetly checking for the gun at my side. He leads me to a small building and slides the door up. I pause when I see the bike. Damn. I recognize it immediately from all the articles I read. “Yours?” I ask, stepping inside and pretending to admire it. To me it’s just a bike. I don’t get the hype. “Sure is.” I don’t know much about MCs, but I’m pretty sure this club can’t afford a bike like this without some serious outside connections. “Have you been on it?”

MC: Don't be like that AJ: Take this to your own f*cking texts AJ: No one wants to see this OF: I do SL: Me too PS: Same here AL: F*ck you all Ash: So, am I attractive or not, MC? OF: Yeah, is he not Mia? Ash: Why aren't you answering? OF: Yeah, reply Mia, stop ignoring us Ash: I dislike being ignored OF: Yup, yup, he truly does MC: I don't like you with Ash OF: I do hehe * * * * * * * * * *

I say and I leave the room and head to the lift and step inside. “Ok, honey, love you. See you later.” He shouts before he laughs, and I scowl at him. He is getting into character early. I roll my eyes as the lift moves. I make it down to my Suzuki Hayabusa in matt black with red trim. I start her up and head towards the one place I know he will be. The damn Princes Of Darkness MC Clubhouse. Could this get anymore fucked up? Of course it can.

"So yeah, it's not too bad." As the guys continued to chat away, I headed over to see Maddi, who was sitting in Jake's private track-side garage. Like me, she wasn't all that crazy about motorsports, but would show up anyway to support her partner. "Oh thank god you're here," she got up to hug me. "All this car-talk is making me crazy." "Well I can assure you that you won't be getting any of that with me," I laughed. "I wouldn't know where to start."

“Oh come on! Spare me for once.” The MCs are very famous in this side of Sins. They are known to be friendly and protective when it comes to combat. They also have a huge part in monitoring Sins all over the world and some even say that some MCs are a part of the group that served the King. Still, no one knows it but them. “Let’s begin! This is…” “COMBAT! COMBAT! COMBAT!” The crowd got wild as the MC jumped in excitement. Then, on his last jump, he raised his hand as a signal of silence.

Someone wants me to ask and I don’t know who to ask. --- That evening, with the board session looming the next morning, Maya was reviewing her counter-documentation when Nadia called. “The M.C. foundation,” Nadia said. “I’ve gone through two more entity layers.” “What did you find?” “The foundation connected to M.C.—the one that owns the building the messages are coming from—it’s registered to a trust. The trust beneficiary is listed under an abbreviated form. Two initials and a surname.” “What initials?” “I.C. The surname is obscured in the filing—deliberately redacted at registration. But the initials and the operational signature—Maya, M.C. and I.C. are the same person. Different name var