Outlaw Motorcycle Gang Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

“You’re insufferable.” “And you wanted to know more about the motorcycle gang.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Fair. Fine. Tell me about the bikers.” “I’m afraid there is not too much to share,” I say idly as Lalaine clambers all over the marble sculpture of a horse and rider. “Motorcycle gangs are guns for hire.” “Cheap ones, too,” she murmurs. I arch an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “I’m a woman, Alessandro. I’m not an idiot.”

“See, Cutter was right.” “What was he right about?” “You understand club culture and how the economy of the street works. Your brother’s club may be clean, but the Dogs of Fire still roll on the same dirty streets as everyone else. You understand how men like me think. It’s in your blood. With your knowledge of club life, instincts about people, and head for business, you could run the Burning Saints by yourself, but I think it’s safe to say that the world of outlaw bikers may not be quite that progressive yet, so perhaps a partnership isn’t the old man’s craziest idea.”

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

I laughed and said, “Some people just don’t want to let go even after retirement, do they?” It was an equal dig at both our fathers. Neither of them wanted to let go of the empire that was already out of their hands. I hated it when my father tried to run my people behind my back during my reign. It was only a matter of time before my patience would run out and I would leave his domain in crumbles. “Do continue, Rione.” Rione gave a curt nod, took a seat across the desk and began, “The Outlaws bikers have been a major problem for our street trades. And most of our trades—drugs, weapons and electronics—are transported via road.”

She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are t

, he says, and I watch as Hazel smiles, playing on the floor with the little ones that are too young for the bouncy castle. My life has turned upside down since Hazel walked into it. She makes Elliot happy, and I love it. My sister was the best present I could have ever asked for. And I regret not looking for her sooner, and I regret everything that I put her through. I am the most respected mafia leader in New York. The war is long over, but there are always threats around the corner.

"We found another rat. He has been stealing information and selling to a group of rogues. They call themselves the 'outlaws'", Eben reported to Christian as they both walked the Halls of the gigantic mansion of the American mafia castle. "Outlaws you say?", Christian stopped when they were both outside, waiting for a car to pull around. Eben noded his head. "Let's make an example out of them then", Christian jumped into the car along with even and the car pulled out of the long circular driveway.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. A low, earth shattering vibration shook the entire highway, a sound so deep it felt like a subterranean earthquake. The three outlaws froze in mid air, their blades hovering over Valerie's chest as the final, massive chopper at the back of the convoy cleared the ridge. The engine didn't just idle, it growled like a demonic predator. The bike was a towering, custom built iron behemoth, twice the size of the others, its frame painted a matte black that swallowed the light.