Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

Cole urged, frowning in concentration. "My family used to own a winery in a small town in Ohio. It used to be our shield. And would have continued to be and not raise suspicion of what we are if I had um…" Angel said and paused, grunting as he shook his head to dispel the horrific memories. "Angel…" Xavier said and went to hold him by the shoulders. "If there is something you want off your chest, let it out, brother. There is a lot of shit we deal with already without carrying baggage."

Mesi asked curiously. "The persons she was standing with," Destiny responded for me. "I'm sensing a story," Mesi announced amused and I smiled. "Ackeem and I were best friends growing up and Tameka was my girlfriend, after I got locked up I found out that they were sleeping together behind my back the entire time and now they're a couple," I confessed and she released a small frown. "And you're still friends?" "Yeah, you know they might be a little bit fucked up but they're the closest thing I have to family, everybody else moved on," I explained facing the sad reality. . . . . . . .

I drifted right back into what felt familiar — the vices that had slept and woken beside me for two years. Violence. Rivalry. Control. I joined a motorcycle club. On the surface, it looked just like any other — about twenty adrenaline junkies obsessed with bike racing and supporting each other through life’s struggles. Actually, it didn’t. The name was Devil’s Machete MC and if that wasn’t suggestive enough, the motto read; “If you see the machete without a sheath, you have one second left to breathe.”

“LAST NIGHT THE CITY OF CHICAGO WAS DISTURBED BY A SHOOTING AT THE FAMOUS ONYX ROOMS UPSCALE CLUB OWNED BY THE ARREAS FAMILY OF CHICAGO. IT HAS BEEN RUMORED THAT THE ARREAS FAMILY HAS TIES TO THE UNDERWORLD, BUT NOTHING HAS EVER BEEN PROVEN. FROM WHAT WAS SHARED, IT WAS A BUSINESS DEAL THAT WENT WRONG WHEN THE INDIVIDUAL WHO WAS NOT NAMED BEGAN SHOOTING UP. FROM WITNESS REPORTS. KIAN ARREAS WAS PRESENT AT THE TIME OF THE MEETING. THE ARREAS FAMILY WAS CONTACTED, BUT NO COMMENTS WERE MADE. WE WILL KEEP YOU UPDATED AS THE STORY UNFOLDS.” “Jesus, Les. I believe they really are a Mob family.” She said quietly. “Hey, that has nothing to do with me.” “Nutcase. Want to grab breakfast?” she asked. “

“Satan’s Bar. We own it.” “We?” “The Road Devils.” “Are what are you?” She thought about the men’s names, the matching vests, the gun, the tattoos. “Are you a – a biker gang?” “You mean, are we a motorcycle club as seen on prime time TV and in Hollywood movies?” She nodded. “Yes and no.” He sighed. “We are indeed an MC but we aren’t criminals.” “You aren’t?” “Well…” A strange look crossed his face, then he seemed to snap back to himself. “Yeah. I mean, no, we’re not criminals.”

Nothing mattered anymore—not since they'd taken everything from her. Six weeks. Six weeks since Michael’s mutilated body had been pulled from the river, weighted down with chains, his fingers cut off and his tongue removed—the Diamondbacks' signature for dealing with traitors. Six weeks of police giving her the runaround, of leads going nowhere, of a system that didn't care about one dead biker. But Raven had spent those weeks learning, watching, preparing. She'd studied the motorcycle clubs, their territories, their wars. She knew exactly what she was walking into.

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

He’d never met Warren Kane, Mirrie’s younger cousin, but what he’d heard about Warren, he liked very much. The kid – though at the age of twenty-five, maybe calling him a ‘kid’ was pushing it slightly – had been recruited to Prospect for The Fallen Angels motorcycle club. According to Mirrie, Warren’s home life back in Kentucky was pretty grim, although she’d never gone into much detail about that. She and Warren had been close as children, though, and she harbored a soft spot in her heart for the guy.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

“Other motorcycle clubs that they’ve worked with in the past. Criminal circles that they did dirty work for. Road Devils members who hate the law, the police, the government, and who took great delight in running counter to all of those things. Wolf Connor’s decision to break ties with most other MC’s – the one-percenters ones for sure – and to end the illegal activities contracts, and to tell his guys that he’s the President, and this is the direction that he’s taking the club, have all caused some serious waves.” “So… even if Wolf has taken the club legit, your brother is still in danger?” “Yes, especially now. The Devils are vulnerable to attacks, to inner rebellion and dissent, to retrib