Novel & Cerita Nameless Mc

That shocked Zoe, and she sat up straighter, not even pissed that Wolf had waited until she was here in person to tell her this part: this was a big goddamn deal, the kind of info that was passed on by the President, not anyone else. Leaving an MC after being patched in was a major thing… an unthinkable thing. There were ways out, of course, though they were so hardcore that none were worth thinking about seriously. But just taking off and starting a splinter club without permission or warning? Fucking unheard of. And she’d heard and seen plenty about these MC boys. “You’re kidding me,” she said, indignant for him; she also privately thought that The Blood Crew was the fucking stupidest MC n

I could stay there forever, riding through the world, letting it flash by. I knew Rod was into some serious stuff. I didn’t know what exactly, but the patch he wore on his arm said it all. He said they were called the Rebel MC, although he never really brought me too close to them. I knew they had a clubhouse, and I knew there were a bunch of other clubs in the area, but Rod made sure I stayed at a close distance. For a while at least. Soon enough, I started going to parties with him, parties with men that were totally unlike the boys I knew at school.

Smith took a deep breath before responding, "Sir, we have discovered the man behind this, but we only know him by his nickname, 'MC'. We don't have any information about his true identity or his gang. It's possible that he's a new player in the game." David's frustration was palpable. He reached for his gun and began reloading it, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You can't be serious," he spat out. "I pay you good money to get me the information I need, and you can't even give me a name? What am I keeping you around for?" Smith remained calm in the face of David's rage. "I understand your frustration, sir," he said. "But we're doing everything we can to track this guy down. I s

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

“And you, D? How was your trip?” “Well, K, it was productive,” I smirked. I’d been playing house with the boss of the MC that runs the next city over, Ashworth, a man with the road name Blaze. Blaze is an absolute twat of a man, I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t have to be. The truth of the matter is that we had reason to believe someone in my club was working with Blaze, and I needed to find out who and why they were willing to betray me.

Finds a woman who pretends to love him and all that he’s worth and then in a week or two he finds her with some other brother in the club. Not me though. I haven't been with a biker bunny or club whore for years. At 35, I'm tired of the same old shit. My names Damian by the way, but everyone around here just calls my Prez. Yea I'm the president of this MC. Were not a 1% club but we aren't afraid of anything that fucks with whats ours.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

“That does make sense. They’re like nicknames a bit, but not so casual, right?” “Definitely not casual. They’re taken way more seriously than any birth names because the guys feel like the names are gifts to cherish. I mean, our parents choose our names because they like them or to honor a family member, but in an MC a road name is a sign of being a part of the chosen family. Guys who have them are among brothers, and they promise a kind of loyalty that goes beyond blood for most guys.”

“I am Mbah Franklin known as Spiritus. There`s Emeka Lovett alias Moister, the guy who ruined his beloved auntie from her life savings. So as to bounce like a strong man business with the wife. Followed by Wanyu John Paul, known as El Tremor then Bejuka Clinton alias Brando. Popularly seen like girl`s choice, the baby sugar. The last person whom most of us don`t know and has never met is called Dark Messiah. He operates in the dark and in cryptology. We suspect is an important personality. He`s the strong man of the cartel. He knows us but we do not know him.

That didn't mean I agreed with them or wanted to continue my life with them. My Great Grandfather had founded the MC with his brother and their best friends. Since then, it had flourished. First under my Great Grandfathers rule as President, then under my Grandfathers and now under my Dads. My big brother, Len or Shooter as his patch stated would probable be next. If not him then Margo's big brother Ace aka, Bear.