Novel & Cerita Sinister Motorcycle Club

“You’re Commissioner Marcus Hart’s daughter. Daddy’s been trying to cage us for three years. And here you are, kissing our fighters like you don’t know exactly who we are.” “I didn’t know—” “Iron Serpents Motorcycle Club,” Maddox supplied helpfully, circling me like a shark. “Chicago’s most wanted, according to daddy’s press conferences.” “I don’t faint at the first sign of danger.” “No?” Jaxon finally spoke, voice like gravel. “What do you do when things get dangerous, princess?” The endearment sounded different now—less promise, more threat. I lifted my chin, meeting his eyes that burned with predatory intensity.

“Nobody in Montana knows that your brother’s an MC Prez? That you lived with the club for over two years?” “No.” She traced patterns on his t-shirt, over and over again. “I didn’t know how to explain it. It’s a damn hard thing to explain to people who are outside of the one-percenter world. They either glamorize it and think it’s sexy as all hell, or they think it’s a bunch of boys on bikes, hanging around a clubhouse and being generally disrespectful to the law. They don’t get that these are hardcore criminals that you don’t want to ever come across, and being a woman forced into that world is nothing short of terrifying and degrading.”

There's no way Asher would be participating in this tournament. I checked the list before I came, his club's name wasn't here. When the bikers walked past me, none of them acted like they didn't recognize me. Or maybe they actually didn't. Who remembers a girl who had been humiliated five years ago? I read their color which was printed on the back of their jackets. “Second Dawn Motorcycle Club” They aren't M Springs Motorcycle club, not the same one as Asher's. The soft thudding of feet landing on the floor made me snap my gaze back to the van. Though soft, I could hear it above the voices and whispers in the area. My eyes blinked when I saw Asher step down.