Rider Mc Novels & Stories

Rider said as long as he can gain the Alphas trust we will live a life of luxury. I'm 19 now and it’s my 20th in 1 month. Rider turned 20 3 weeks ago and his family threw a massive party where we expected the future Alpha to turn up but he didn’t. Everyone is saying he’s getting fed up with his parents setting him up with eligible females.

“What’s up?” Ryan loomed over him. “I’ve wanted to be a bull rider since I was nine years old. So like any kid who discovered a dream, I became obsessed. I watched every bull-riding event on TV. Including spending the last five years studying the riders.” His voice dropped to a fierce whisper. “Did you really think no one would recognize your ridin’ style, Chase McKay?” Shit.

The Riders MC clubhouse was loud with music blaring, and people talking or laughing. Viper (Jack) was the Prez which means president. His Vice President or VP, was Steel (Frank). Mac (Dustin) was their IT tech guru and in house brains. Diego (Eduardo) was their Road Captain. Cage (Taylor) and Joker (Ian) were the SAA's, Sargent At Arms. And their Treasurer was Sym (Michael). They had other brothers who were just officers for voting purposes.

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

"What? Like, be your chauffeur?" Madoc laughed. "Not quite." He slurped at his margarita again. "I need someone who knows their way behind a steering wheel. Sunrise Corporation is going to be asking the MCs for assistance in transporting a large truck of very precious cargo across the border. It'll require some bikers for protection. But it'll also need a blocker car."

Kade asked suddenly, not looking up from his drawing. "I've been racing since I was sixteen," Ryker said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "Do you?" "I love it," Kade said, finally looking up with eyes that were identical to Ryker's wolf. "Mom won't let me ride yet but I know all the riders' names and their times and everything." Something twisted in Ryker's chest because this was his son, talking about motorcycles with the same passion Ryker had at that age. "Your mom's smart to keep you safe," he said. "Bikes are dangerous."

CHAPTER 23: RIDER IN THE CLUB ZARA: Rider Stormfang. ​My heart skipped multiple beats at the sight of him. Rider had just stepped into the club. ​My breath hitched at how devastatingly handsome he looked tonight. He wore a charcoal-grey suit that fit his frame like a second skin. His hair was perfectly styled and he had one hand in his pocket. He was a perfect image of every woman's dream.

I was right behind them now. The first-place rider suddenly slowed slightly, just enough to force the mysterious rider to pull right. Another rider appeared from nowhere, speeding toward her side like he wanted to send her flying. But they weren’t backing off. This was way too deadly. I felt dread wash over me. Then I saw it—the rider at the back. He suddenly raised his arm. Something metallic glinted in his hand. A launcher. A small one. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Then the homing rocket shot forward. But it moved too fast, glowing red and blue as it launched straight for the mysterious rider's bike. “Oh shit!”

I asked him as Britt helped Aria onto the couch, setting her down beside me since she had been struggling to get onto the furniture. "Driving in," "Alright" I replied ending the call looking up at Britt to find her already staring at me. "Spain?" she questioned before leaning down to kiss Aria's forehead. "Yeah, they are driving in," "They? I thought you said Spain was coming," she pointed out frowning. "Yeah but Spain is plural," I replied smiling and she returned the gesture looking absolutely beautiful. "Okay, who is coming with Spain?" "Just Taj and Dice," I answered and she rolled her eyes standing up not hiding the fact that she didn't like Dice and I didn't blame her since their first

I flash Enzo a bewildered smile, before telling him I'll catch up with him later as my impatient mate hauls me off around campus to where only he knows. We pass a group of students, some doing a double take of him as he walks uninterested in the scenery around him. Rider is decked in a grey sleeveless shirt that portrays his strong toned arms, while the other half of him is clad in dark jeans with matching sneakers. His hair is cropped and faded, face cleanly shaved and when I lean in closer to take a whiff of him, my smile spreads wider. Rider makes a sharp turn at the end of the wall, throwing us into darkness as he braces me against the rough panel.