روايات وقصص ضمن Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club

Crimson calls out to me, making me frown. I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff... the cliff I've always lived on. In the water below... floats the people I've grown to love... including the two that annoy me most. "Has our little minx got cold feet?" Levi taunts, with a deep chuckle. "Not the Temptress, herself." Damien retorts, smirking devilishly. "Join us, Angel! The water's just right." Salem encourages with a smile. "I'll catch you, I promise, Baby girl!" Lucien states, holding his arms out for me.

Aaron already had property down in Capetown and he didn't live too far from where we lived. I was just happy that my mother was around to take care of the kids . After Angelo's mini birthday party on Tuesday ,that included; a party for two and a video montage of everyone ,who was supposed to come through sending him virtual messages and condolences ,we ended up talking about the packet of cocaine that ended up in his jacket . At first I thought he got it from one of his regulars, but he cleared his name , and he showed me footage of the person who slipped it in before we could find Salvatore in one of the dark rooms of the club we went to . To be honest the Club gave me the chills in m

Chiara smiled as she felt the wind blow against her. She weaved through the traffic on her Ducati panigale V4, she had gotten it two years ago and she enjoyed riding it whenever she could. The vibration of the bike against her body, the bike rising high and going low in few seconds when speeding down a slope, made her feel alive. It was too open and it made her an easy target, so it was not safe for her line of work, hence she seldomly rode it.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

"I don't stay here all the time. I travel a lot; I came to L.A. regarding a deal when I first saw you." "Oh. You're full of surprises. But why kill people?" "Hmm... No, I'm a very dangerous person, Angelina. I just like to keep the fear of my name constant in a person's mind. I am a bad person, too bad for someone like you." "Why—" I dreaded asking the question, but continued anyway, "Why don't you leave this behind?" "Leave what?" His gaze snapped to mine, and he replied curtly. "This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter."

All we want is something pure, something clean and untouched by our sinful hands, but that is as rare as chickens teething. Here in Castleburry, like in most places, you get the rich and the popular, the odd group in the middle, and lastly the poor and inable. That is the category society puts one in without signing up for it nor willingly agreeing to the fate of being labelled for the rest of your life or your stay here in Castleburry.

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?”

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

"Aren't you afraid Michael will realize you’re cheating on him? He’s infertile, yet somehow you’ve given him two children in three years. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant." Nora trembled violently. I patted her shoulder lightly. "Relax. I won’t expose you. Watching Michael raise someone else’s kids for a lifetime—that’s far more entertaining." Michael shoved me back, his glare icy. "Lauren, stay away from Nora and my children. Don’t you dare harm my family." I only laughed, shrugged, and walked off with Ian’s hand in mine. Later, rumor had it that both children grew up struggling with split personalities and violent tempers, just like their biological father, Caleb the vagrant.

He was looking forward to the baby. I had always thought that once the baby was born, everything would get better. I never expected him to believe Angelina so easily, to suspect me of infidelity and question the bloodline of the child in my womb. Now that he had personally killed my baby, my heart had died with him. Stephan controlled the entire underground network of North America and even Europe. Darren had angered him. The Falcone family would face annihilation.