Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

What Wolf hadn’t mentioned – and Zoe wasn’t even close to insane enough to bring up – was that about five years back, pretty much the entire Road Devils crew had been wiped out in a huge raid on their clubhouse by The Fallen Angels MC. Those had been dark days in the club’s history. She’d been long gone by then, of course, but she’d lived every second of the crisis by phone long-distance, and in absolute terror that Wolf was going to end up dead – that the life was going to get him at last and after all.

He was hungry for blood and needed the screams or someone pleading for mercy to ease the anger he felt towards life and he has just found the perfect scapegoat. First, the bastard sold her off to become a sex slave just so that he could pay his death and now he was hearing he had molested Arya as a child? Diego had been trouble from the start, swinging from one Mafia boss and gambling house to another, trying to help in dealing drugs so he could gamble away. Always getting himself caught up in one mess or the other. He had not been a responsible father to Arya when her mother had died and he still has the guts to molest her?

Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.” “We had been friends; can't you consider that?” Donatello asked, he wasn't the one to say things like this but he knew he had to buy out time. “Friends?” Marco chuckled as he looked at Martin, who scoffed, “that ended when your father dared to pull the trigger on my father and brother.” “It was not his fault, my father did not shoot yours; why do you not get it?” Don said aloud. “Keep quiet!” Marco yelled angrily, “Things had been going well until my father and brother were accused of treachery. How did you think I had to live without them?! Tell me!”

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

I’ll even throw in her collar so you can keep her in check. He felt sick, but it was the decision he had to make next that cut him deeply. He did not have a choice though, the Blue Moon Bikers would never forgive Angelina for her betrayal. It was part of the MC code, you never, ever betrayed your Brothers. he took a deep breath. ‘We have no one in this Club with that name.’ He said, somehow keeping all his emotions out of his voice and for once, Morningstar let it go, understanding the gravity of his words.

“Yes, Alpha. A fitting finish for the wannabe Black Crows.. eyes eaten by black crows. Some might call it poetic justice. I call it retribution. I will start sharpening some spikes.” He turned.. like he was walking out the door and the shadow man said “Wait. I just wanted to discuss an alliance.” Venom laughed “Well that’s a whole assload of bullshit. Or you are just too stupid to have learned anything about the bikers’ by-laws. I wonder… Axe! Take a peek at the Club Council’s website.. see if the blackbirds here are registered and recognized as a legit club.” Shadow man said “We aren’t. Not yet. I am building members before I register. I only have twenty two. I don’t have to register before

She said she didn’t want Warrick! Oh, hell no. I’m about to make this angel bitch and her mutt wish they were never born. They move toward the stage and the crowd parts for them quickly. I watch in dismay as her wings unfold behind her and glare at my father. I thought he told me he cut her wings off? He just looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. They continue forward and I can feel the heat of her flames pressing against my body. I was born to play with fire and will have no problem putting hers out. “Alpha Donahue of the Blood Moon Pack and Alpha Drake of the Blue Moon pack. We bring allegations against you for plotting to destroy this world as we know it and turn your own kind over t

I knew he was just trying to lighten the mood but what happened with Angel, made me restless and peeved, as well as angry at myself, for being so stupid. My lack of response made him raise a brow, "So... What's going on, huh? If this 'Angel' of yours didn't faint, would I have never found out about her?!" he shook his head, seemingly disappointed, yet anyone could see the amusement and mischief behind his expressions, "Such betrayal! I guess you only use me for my skills, y-"