Novel & Cerita Rider Club

Riley reminds me and informs the others in the room who don't know. Humming in response, Riley continues; "All of us in this room are members, Patch holders and hold positions in a motorcycle club called 'The Gray Rebel's."\ Jerking in surprise as I turn my head to look at him; "Y-you g-guys are in a-a g-g-gang?"

I look at him waiting. "You see, I want to agree. However, how do I know in six months, eight months or a year you won't take over my clubs?" I laugh slightly at his words. "Look, your clubs are unique, like a small town. You have a gated community of bikers. You have the garage for fixing up bikes, and special custom details. You also have the club within the confines, and places for bikers to stay, not to mention the restaurant." Ashton speaks now and leans forward.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop. He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas. They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle club is called The Sin Riders and that they are 1%ers. Zero explains that they are a small motorcycle club that live in Liston Hills. “I can't believe you chased that man down, and I thought Killer was a nut job.” I shake my head as I slip my helmet on my head, watching Zero saddle the bike.

“You didn’t walk into it, sweetheart.” River’s jaw flexed. “You lit the damn match.” That earned a small smile from me. Fair. “Do we have allies?” I asked. Cade nodded toward the room. “Depends who you’re looking at.” I followed his gaze. Bikers in worn leather. Wolves in denim. A few humans who looked like they’d made bad decisions and survived anyway. “A third of the pack rides with the Club,” Cade said. “Brothers. Family. Some for loyalty. Some for protection. Some for the money.”

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.

“Whatever. Just quickly drag your butt over here and have fun. You don't need to be a bitter man tonight." Ryker hung up the phone and headed to the Paradise Club. It was an elite club in the city center that was only visited by young executives. Ryker has been a regular at the Paradise Club since he was very young and he has business friends who often spend time at the club doing various things. Sometimes they discuss business and try to find opportunities from available projects. But most of them threw a party there to relax their overworked nerves.

He tried his best to hide behind some students. As the line got shorter, Cyril got a little more excited with his plan. Then his time came and Hera, who didn’t know what was happening, just explained the club and everything about it to Cyril. "Hey, welcome to Reader's Club. They designed this club for students who are adventurous, hopeless romantics, or even those who love to fathom," Hera said before handing the flyer to Cyril. Just then she looked at him. "Hi," Cyril smiled and waved at his best friend.

His words really hurt and I don't seem to get what he meant because I've dedicated 8 years of my life to him. Ryker feels I haven't helped him enough to fulfill his dream of getting into the Sexy Groove Biker's Club {SGBC}. I became a fan of the club because Ryker wants me to. He's obsessed with every memeber of the club but he's more crazier over Orion , the star of the Biker's club. Orion is popular, sexy and famous among girls which makes the public tag him as The International Playboy because he does nothing but chase after everything in skirt.

Her thoughts were all well-read by Nomi. ‘Fangirling?’ Monique Xander rolled her eyes and replied jokingly, ”It’s another request from Marriott International. Do you think it’s the man you called daddy that day?” People walking in and out of Marriott International were all elites who usually had their drivers or their own car. It was pretty uncommon to get a request from there. “Really?” Nomi’s bright eyes were gleaming with excitement. She was really excited. She could not see his face clearly because she was sleeping that night. All she saw was his tall and strong figure.