Sinister Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

Their matching leather cuts spike volume, as did their lingering and assessing gazes they seemed to throw at everyone. They didn't need to speak much to let other people know that they had a story behind them. Maybe I was thinking that way because I've read their files with Jacopo the previous night. Maybe that was why I feared for the ladies of the web. From what I have seen on the file, The Only Girls Motorcycle Club goes after revenge like a shark does blood. They are relentless when it comes to protecting one of their own. No one had ever come across their club, did something wrong to them, and lived to tell the tale. And knowing what happened to those two prospect of theirs, I knew they

It made things honest. The motorcycle club sat back from the road behind a long stretch of battered fencing and sun-bleached mesquite, its low buildings and corrugated roofs half-hidden by the desert glare. Rows of bikes lined the lot like sleeping beasts, chrome dulled by grit and distance. A faded hand-painted sign hung over the main hall, the letters rough but proud. Her father’s place. His kingdom. Not elegant like Paris or controlled like Houston. This place was all steel, loyalty, and scars that never bothered pretending they were something else.

"This is your fault. All of it. If you hadn't married my daughter—" "Someone would still be targeting the alliance," I interrupted. "This isn't about Lisa and me. This is about someone who doesn't want peace. Someone who profits from war." "The Nevada MC," Marcus said. "They've been pushing into our territory for months. They want control of the docks. The warehouses. Everything." "So they burn down your clubhouse to what? Intimidate you?" "To prove I'm weak. That I can't even protect my own house." Marcus's hands clenched into fists. "They're right. I am weak. I lost my daughter. I lost my clubhouse. I've lost everything."

The circle closes. They form a half-ring around us, headlights blazing so bright I have to throw up a hand to shield my eyes. My pulse rockets. Cassian’s arm clamps around my wrist and moves me out of their sight and behind him. I stumble, but he steadies me without looking back, his body in front of mine like a wall. Boots hit the ground. Jackets gleam with another motorcycle club patch. Definitely not his. Probably a rival? “Well, well.” One of them steps forward. His grin too wide. “The Crawl moon prince himself. Slumming it?” His gaze flicks to me, and my stomach lurches. “Or just entertaining company.”

Just above the writing that looked like it dripped down the wall. But so far besides this business card there were no other connections, no other evidence , no finger prints, nothing. The card could just be circumstantial , maybe placed there to lead the investigation astray. Of course I knew who this symbol belonged to. No cop or civilian in this town didn’t know who The Sinner’s were. They were known to be a motorcycle club. A gang of individuals that believed they were above the law. In all honesty most of the time they were, around eighty percent of cold cases all have the The sinners down as the suspected culprits. But it could never be proved.

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

And as tough and big and scary as I thought Jake was in the month I’ve spent with him constantly degrading me, he looks like nothing compared to Maddox now with his lanky body and terrified eyes that are about to pop out of that head of his. Maddox clears his throat, jerking Jake’s body further at the crowd just to keep everyone on their toes. “Jake here has been serving the last fifteen years of his life here in the castle’s dungeon after he SEXUALLY assaulted multiple young children, all under the age of twelve years old! Even with a group of the Dark Realm's most dangerous criminals, nearly all of them go silent in shock of hearing Jake’s charges. I do too, but I doubt their ruthless hear

People lived in fear but lived righteous life. You stole, you got burnt alive. An older man or woman preys on a young child. He\she is stoned to death. A girl marries and on their special night, it is known by her husband that she isn't a virgin, she will be thrown into the Pit of Outcasts and there she shall be molested until she took her last breath. Commit murder, and you shall be locked up in the Tall Room with one ceiling window, starved of food but fed your very own body parts in bits which you shall witness been cut off, this shall be your normal until you give up the ghost. To some, it comes quickly but to others it takes weeks. All Sin with their own special death penalties but ther

It had a couple pictures from the CCTV footage, I had already seen the footage he sent me through the email, however this report was just an elaborate and labeled version of it. “They’ve got the scorpion tattoo on their arms.” Leonas pointed with his chin towards the men. The scorpion tattoos were an indication of Albanians in Chicago. As far as I was concerned we had nothing going on with them, we weren’t enemies but we stayed off each other's ways. But for this to happen it seemed something was going on. Leonas had found them on the security footage of the dead men’s apartment, the footage that was deleted but Leonas had people on tech who brought it back.

“Alpha douchebag happens to have a lover he’s in love with—well, according to the source—and he thinks she’s a devil out to separate them. Worst part? He doesn’t believe in the moon goddess or any of that jazz. In case you don’t know, the Sinister Smile Pack and the Blood Moon Pack are two of the few packs that don’t come to the MPMAC.” “MPMAC? What’s that?” “Moonlight Pack Mate Awakening Ceremony! Where the heck have you been all this time? Well, that aside, back to what we were talking about—it’s exactly like your situation seven years ago: the moon goddess is giving her a taste of her own medicine.”