Romans & histoires Nameless Mc

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

The Riders MC clubhouse was loud with music blaring, and people talking or laughing. Viper (Jack) was the Prez which means president. His Vice President or VP, was Steel (Frank). Mac (Dustin) was their IT tech guru and in house brains. Diego (Eduardo) was their Road Captain. Cage (Taylor) and Joker (Ian) were the SAA's, Sargent At Arms. And their Treasurer was Sym (Michael). They had other brothers who were just officers for voting purposes.

He chimed in, while the other members nodded in support, except for the Full Mountain Pack members, who were feeling sobered. Mogan flashed them a dry smile before he continued. "We all know that Nameless has only two colors in the world: white and grey... and the white kills faster, which was the one added in the cupcakes." He turned to face me. "My Alpha's tea wasn't poisoned." He dropped a bombshell, as he stared into my eyes. "What?!" The hall erupted in shock. They were all flabbergasted at Mogan's revelation, which made me narrow my eyes in confusion.

“Satan’s Bar. We own it.” “We?” “The Road Devils.” “Are what are you?” She thought about the men’s names, the matching vests, the gun, the tattoos. “Are you a – a biker gang?” “You mean, are we a motorcycle club as seen on prime time TV and in Hollywood movies?” She nodded. “Yes and no.” He sighed. “We are indeed an MC but we aren’t criminals.” “You aren’t?” “Well…” A strange look crossed his face, then he seemed to snap back to himself. “Yeah. I mean, no, we’re not criminals.”

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

The girl giggles. “He is such a beautiful dog. He is such a softy.” She says, and I smile as I fuss over Brutus. “Yeah, he is. He is a good boy. So what is your name?” I ask her and she smiles at me. “Melody, my daddy is Outlaw, my uncle is Wild Child, the president of the Princes Of Darkness MC. What’s your name?” She says, tilting her head to the side and I watch her.

“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.

I'm so glad college is done! Professors let us out early today too! Guess I'll head over to the apartment I share with my boyfriend. We've been together since I was 16, moved in together at 19 right after I started college. He's in an MC. His real name is Ray, but his MC name is Reaper. It's Friday and tonight there will be a big party at the clubhouse. I pulled into the driveway and saw his bike. After I let myself inside, I heard giggling. Ok, let's get this over with.

No name. Joshua just nodded his head as he flipped the next page of the book.] ‘So it is that. The no name organization,’ Joshua couldn’t help but to laugh at this realization. “As if having no surname is something to brag,” Jeonghan teased the old man. “Well, it’s more better than having someone like master Jeonghan who betrayed us. Didn’t you promise that you will kill Joshua with your own hands?” Ben asked Jeonghan. “You’re delusional, old smelly bastard,” Jeonghan replied.

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.