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She needed something to work out halfway good for once instead of all the gloom and doom. "Can you cover my shift for me tonight? I've got a little bit of an emergency with my brother, and I'm gonna need a few hours." Denise bit her lip. She had heard rumblings about Roni's brother. Word around town had it that he was part of a major outlaw biker gang called the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club. Whatever Roni would be doing to help her brother would probably be illegal. Would that make Denise an accomplice? "Would it make you a what?" Roni asked as Denise stood frozen with the phone to her ear.

6 star rating out of 596 reviews. ********************* Harley: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book One - Completed - A Secret Romance in an Outlaw MC! Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend. It'

Rollins turned to look at the big outlaw and drew his second Colt and aimed at Horace 'Big Hoss' Gator, the leader of the infamous Gator Boys Gang. It was now or never. Edward drew his pistol and fired in one motion. Sheriff Rollins staggered back, his shoulder exploding in a spray of blood. The old man dropped his guns and went down. Edward didn't wait to see if the gnarled lawman was going to live or die, he hurled the fat banker at the deputy and took a running leap at the open window. He heard Big Hoss yelling after him as he landed hard on the gravel outside. As far as Edward was concerned, the Gator Boys were done. Billy Dukes, Frogface, Johnny B and Travis Jayne were already dead, and

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

Why me? "Undress now, whore." The stench of the man's breath hits my nostrils, forcing me to calm my gag reflexes. Holding my breath, I give the man a bright smile and gently push him back. I start to deliberately slide one of my sleeves down from my shoulder, watching as the drunk's eyes begin to light up. Once I knew he was distracted by me undressing, I took a step forward and kicked up. Putting all my weight and momentum into my foot, making contact with drunk man's balls. Drunk man's eyes are bulging, and he collapses to the floor, rolling and crying on the floor. Just for good measure, I break the earthen jar on the man's head to knock him out. It works!

His face was bloody, covered in bruises and a black eye. “Brian will take care of him. Don’t worry.” I nodded. “Okay.” Marco guided me out of the house. Or what used to be my house. I was sure Greg wouldn’t let me have any right to it. Before we got “married,” his mother made me sign a pre-nup to protect their son. Inside the car, both of us stayed quiet. Marco held my hand tightly while staring out the window. I looked at him. I hadn’t seen him for just a few days, but I missed him. I don’t know why. Shouldn’t I be afraid of him? He’s a Mafia boss. People like him are supposed to be dangerous. So why do I feel this way?

She ducked into the shadows of an alleyway, her breath hitching. ​A fleet of motorcycles tore around the corner, black chrome gleaming under the sparse light. They weren't just riders; they were a legion. At the head of the pack was a massive black chopper, its engine sounding like a caged beast. ​The riders pulled into a gated yard behind a derelict warehouse. Elena, driven by a cocktail of fear and morbid curiosity, crept closer. She peered through a gap in the rusted corrugated fence. ​The men dismounted. They wore heavy leather cuts with a terrifying insignia on the back: a skeletal vulture gripping a bloody gear. The Iron Vultures. The city's most notorious outlaw motorcycle gang.

Two minutes later, he was dead. Two shooters. No security footage. No witnesses. No suspects. And even now, a prosecutor with decades of enemies, his case remained unsolved. The NYPD called it a mafia hit, but no family ever took credit. No names were ever whispered. She poured herself a double shot of whiskey that night, let it burn down her throat like liquid armor, and told herself she didn’t care. It wasn’t the first lie she’d told herself. And it wouldn’t be the last. —

This got Melissa upset that her mother replaced her father with someone else, and what her mother didn't know was that Henderson has been trying to assault her but she escapes each time unharmed how she does it, is a wonder. But when he heard that a rich man was after her, he let her be because he wouldn't want to be hanged and stripped off his little wealth. ****** Frederick Stein is one of the rich people in all of Cody Wyoming, he had everything he could ever need. He is a young man with great muscles, he is rich, dead handsome, a well known mine owner, has a huge ranch and refinery, he is well respected in the state, but few knows he has a wide range of gang. Therefore, he is every woman

"What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?" "Crying won't make me any more sorry." I shrugged. "Plus the whole crying thing isn't for me. I don't like eye leakage." The guy laughed. "Maybe she should be the leader of this group." "Alright, wise guy, you go next." Nelson stated "Name." "Reno. I'm a gambling addict." I laughed. "Your parents named you Reno and expected you not to gamble?" He laughed with me and ran his fingers through his charcoal colored hair. "That's exactly what I said."