Rebel Knights Mc Novels & Stories

At that moment, he was looking at me with disdain. He was Pardo Vicino, Alano's only son. If all went well, he'd be the next Don of the Vicino family in a few years. Suddenly, Pardo's expression shifted. He looked surprised and asked, "Why didn't it attack you?" The Mastino was known for its ferocity. In the mafia world, it was often raised as a fighting dog. In my last life, this very dog had killed many traitors within the family, earning a reputation as a deadly killer.

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

She was his heart and soul, and once she was gone, he went off the rails, eventually ending up in prison. My uncle and Crow went to Portland as planned, but it seemed they had vastly different ideas of what a motorcycle club should look like. Crow stayed with the Dogs of Fire, and over time, became the club’s national president, and my older brother Hatch currently serves under him. For the most part, the Dogs have always been a clean club, consisting of mostly business owners, and ex-military types. They had very few local troubles and a good relationship with law enforcement.

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

To think Jettison had raced here countless times just to raise money to start a company it couldn’t have been easy. “Which one is your club?” I couldn't help but ask. “None.” “What?” I glanced at him in disbelief. “What do you mean?” “When I used to race here, I was part of a club—the Kraven MC. But when I bought this place, I broke away and went solo Although there are different clubs here, rivals, clans—wolves and humans alike and we may all look divided fighting one another for the money but outside this place we're one” He explained and I nodded.

She was stressed, really stressed. I made a beeline straight for her, but other than a smile, she gave no greeting, other than a stressed “let’s get this done so we can go home”. She led us all through to the chapel, where the rest of the Valkyrie on this project were already waiting. Once nods between us, Shorty, Shotgun and Tank’s second had all been exchanged, she got straight to the point. “So we know our friend Christopher used to work with another club in London, the Gearless Knights, and at the time, they were controlled by Blaze under the name of Globetrotter. We also know that Christopher has a drugs problem and no fixed address, he’s moving around a lot.”

The five of us named ourselves the 'Rebel Gang', even though everyone else called us the 'Havoc Clan'. The team was lead by me and Dione - my best friend from our pack's Delta's family. He was a true rebel at heart and a brilliant schemer. The three other members were Helena, Rachel, and Campton. We were all brilliant fighters and disliked the hierarchy instilled upon us. "It's a perfect crime because no one will suspect us, since minors aren't even allowed to attend monthly gatherings," Dione wiggled his dark brows. "C'mon, guys, stealing that equipment's a step too far. What if they get attacked and are left with nothing to defend themselves with?" Helena shook her head. "You really wanna

A man tried to attack me from the side and I kicked him down . The other two came down at the same time and got knives in their throats . Then the other two came with guns . Just one high kick and guns were mine . Fortunately , this motherfuker chose a restaurant away from the city . The sound of guns won’t be a problem now . I started shooting all the men coming our way while covering Aiden . Who was in a serious shock of what was happening . Suddenly we heard a scream from behind . We all turned back and saw a thin guy holding a rod and running to us .

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.