One Night With The Biker Novels & Stories

This was something bigger. “Two nights ago,” the biker began, his voice uncertain, “I was doing late patrol near the garage area. I noticed a man standing near the bikes.” I leaned forward slightly, giving him my full attention. “He was dressed like one of us,” the biker continued. “Biker jacket, boots, hoodie pulled low. At first glance, nothing seemed suspicious. Magnus’s territory and Blackhowl have mixed territories recently, so I figured maybe he was from another unit.” “What made you suspicious?” Thomas asked.

Evander, Lilith, and the rest of the bikers followed behind us. Inside the biker clubhouse, neon lights glowed over a small stage where strippers in provocative fishnet dresses danced to pounding music. The air was thick with smoke, sweat, and alcohol. Men crowded around tables, laughing and shouting, while dollar bills, leather, and raw energy filled the room. The moment we were noticed, everything paused. The music and all other noise died down. Even the strippers stopped dancing. Everyone rose to their feet and bowed deeply. “Welcome, President Aldrich,” they echoed. “And congratulations on your marriage.”

Danielle POV It feels different tonight. There are more bikers here than usual, most of them unfamiliar, their cuts marked with the names of clubs I don’t recognize. Knox explained earlier that they’re visiting from out of town. Apparently, the business the club has invested in is expanding into new territory, and the guys have come to meet some of the regulars here before that launch moves forward.

The two men froze, squinting into the light, and Elena blinked through her tears, seeing a dark silhouette swing off the bike. "What the hell?" the big one muttered, standing up. The rider didn't say a word. He moved fast and sure, and in seconds, he was on them. A fist connected with the skinny guy's jaw, sending him sprawling. The big one swung back, but the rider dodged, kneeing him in the gut. The big guy doubled over, gasping. Another punch to the face, and he was down, blood pouring from his nose. The skinny one scrambled up, knife flashing in his hand. "You messed with the wrong guys, biker boy."

Juniper shouted. The bikers spread out, one pulling up alongside Adrian’s side of the SUV, another pressing close to Juniper’s door. The leader—wearing a skull-painted helmet—grinned before pulling out a sawed-off shotgun. Adrian jerked the wheel, slamming the SUV into the biker’s side. The man lost control, his bike skidding out from under him. “One down,” Adrian muttered. Another biker pulled up—this one with a pistol aimed directly at Juniper.

Emma left to go to a god-awful dinner with her parents so I am home alone so I get up to answer it. "Who is it?" I ask putting my phone down on the counter I don't hear an answer so I just pull the door open seeing Skinner standing there. "Out of all the clubs you go to last night, you come to mine." He mutters and I gaped. "I didn't know it was yours." I start but he waves his finger at me and I close my mouth. "Then you go to my hotel with one of my guys." He grunts pulling the guy I almost slept with into my view.

“Blade—how many of them are there?” “Too many to count and they’re not going to stop until Cruz—or you—are down,” he said, his voice grim. “We need to disappear. Now.” The alley loomed ahead, dark and narrow. I glanced behind us. The bikers had remounted, engines roaring like beasts in the night. One shot rang out, missing by inches, slamming into the wall where I’d been a moment before my ears rang. Cruz groaned again. “Nova… don’t…”

Sienna The pale light from the full moon streaked a silver light across the mansions and the outskirts of the city, reflecting my unease. I was at the edge of the bonfire’s glow, and its crackle was mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the third time tonight—Derek, my Alpha, texting me and telling me to blend in. I ignored it, cupping my plastic cup of cheap wine. Unmated wolves in the stronger packs moved in the space, their confidence filled the air, mixed with musk, cologne and ambition.

' We spent the night drinking and reminiscing, while our men spent their night enjoying the barflies, getting drunk and dancing to the band, but as the night sky turned from inky black to a beautiful myriad of dawn colours, more than a hundred Bikers were assembled in Gio's car park ready to ride. Juan and Miguel had also honoured their agreement with me, and as we headed for the confrontation, more and more Bikers joined us, and we made a formidable sight spread out riding down the highway. The road was empty, as we had called in favours to enable this, and it wasn't long before outriders had discovered where the FBI was hiding. I gave the signal for the men to surround it. Then, I ordered

“You’ll meet everyone properly. Try not to look like you’re being led to your own execution.” I forced a laugh, but even I could hear how thin it sounded. Then I let him guide me toward a group of Morettis I hadn’t met yet. The first was an older man with cold eyes who had to be their father. Beside him stood a younger woman, who was sharp and observant, her expression carrying an amusement that immediately made me wary. I wasn’t able to meet all these people after Silas locked me in my room for those two days. And then, at the end of the line, as though someone had deliberately arranged this moment to test how long I could keep breathing normally, was Damian.