Sinister Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

Being flat-ass-broke, we bought old, beater bikes to get around town, which led to fixing those bikes, which led to fixing bikes for other people, which eventually led us to the Burning Saints Motorcycle Club, and our current lives as Minus and Clutch. “Hey man… ah, we’ve got a quick stop to make before we go to the Sanctuary,” Clutch said. I could tell by the shift in his tone that I wasn’t going to like where we were headed. Turns out I was right.

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.

Marcus stood beside him, steadying a man slumped against the doorframe. There was blood. So much blood. The scout’s uniform was torn, his arm mangled, one side of his face bruised and swollen. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here. “Report,” Dalton barked, voice cutting through the chaos. The scout struggled to speak, his breath ragged. “Dominic’s loyalists… they’re—” He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “They’re planning an attack. Tomorrow night. They want to take back the pack.”

I say as I fire up the engine. We get to the club and I have no time for niceties. My mate is missing and I need answers. Good thing is the manager and owner of this club are wolves. Even though they aren't from our pack, they know better than to disrespect an alpha. So, when the manager is called, all he needs is a bellow from me and a growl to let us see the security cameras footage from that day. It didn't take long before we recognised him and the manager also recognised him.

Big fucker with a missing tooth. “You fight pretty good, son,” he said to me. “I’m not anybody’s son.” “You ride motorcycles, kid?” “Yeah,” I said. “Why? Wanna become friends and talk about them?” He laughed. “You hate the world, huh? That’s okay.” “Don’t hate the world. Just hate this fucking place.” “True. Can’t fault that.” He leaned up against the wall next to me. “You ever heard of the Sandcastles Motorcycle Club?”

Red Viper Club Victor Conti, the Alpha of Black Mamba MC, stepped out of his sleek black car and onto the dimly lit street. He slicked back his shining black hair, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a hint of paranoia. This was his favorite club, Red Viper, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself without fear of judgment. But it was also a secret he kept hidden from the rest of the world, a secret that could ruin his ruthless reputation. Red Viper was a gay club, and Conti knew that his association with it would be seen as a weakness by his enemies and even mean his death by some of his own people.

Parents: Alyce Rose and Charles Robert Thomas Mother: Works part time for U-Tote-Them Residential Address: 2601 East Caron Drive, Phoenix Father Current Residence: Desert Meadows In-Patient Care Facility *note: Father being transferred to a hospice facility within the next week Sibling(s): Brother – Lee Robert Thomas Residential Address: Information unknown *note: Brother has gang affiliation with Desert Crow MC (NFIA) *note: Brother’s juvenile record unavailable, no adult criminal record found Celina’s brother is with the DCMC and there’s no further information available. Why the fuck is he tied in with a white supremacist motorcycle club filled with mostly ex-cons? I have no doubt Celina’s

The engines rumbled low like wolves growling in the belly of a mountain. Grease and gunpowder hung in the air, thick as tension, clinging to my skin like old sins. The Diavlo Scurri motor club wasn’t a place for men who played by rules it was carved from rebellion and rebuilt by blood.

He would pay off the debt only because of the club but it was very important for him to keep going in Marco 's good books . Marco was the second one in line to the right hand of Arsenio, step brother of Italian capo the world famous Phoenix group. The group is famous for all illegal work in the south east, middle east, north west of Asia and Europe. Brothels, drug dealing, contract killing, Arm dealings there was no illegal work left from this group. This was the most barbaric and inhuman group. No one could escape back out from this world . The soldiers of this group were deadly beasts. They eat human flesh and drink their blood. No one can escape from their clutches .

,the men look surprised. "Howl, a few mutter, Howl Motorcycle Club. Your president Sebastian Howl",I nod a sadistic smirk on my lips. "The one and only and I got hundreds of Biker Club members ready, willing and able to bring down hell on anyone who dares fuck with family. I claim the boy as my brother so that means he is off limits to anyone",they sigh. "His family owes two hundred thousand to us",I chuckle. "Both women left with that amount so go find them. Don't come back here looking for anything because if you do you all will be dead",I go to leave when one speaks up.