The Biker's Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novels & Stories

The only thing that mattered was the woman on the other end of the line. "Where are you?" I asked, my voice terrifyingly calm. I didn't need to ask what happened. I didn't care about the details. All I knew was that whoever had made her cry was already dead. I would find them, and I would make sure their end was the most painful thing I had ever choreographed in my seventeen years as a weapon. I was going to tear every wall down to get to her

Felt like it too. I turned back toward the garage. Reapers were waiting. Liam was lurking. And Boris—he was already caged. All that was left was deciding how hard we wanted to hit back. The Reapers rolled in like a storm that had finally found its eye. Bikes lined up clean, engines cut, and the van eased in behind them. Ripper stepped out first—his cut worn, his face carved with months of searching. He didn’t look around. He looked straight at me.

"And if things go bad, you run. Promise me." "If things go bad, we both run." She grabbed Axel's spare gun from the safe. "Let's end this." They took Duke's bike, roaring through the predawn darkness toward the old Reynolds property. The barn loomed against the night sky, paint peeling, roof sagging. A place of ghosts and violence. Connor's stolen police cruiser sat out front, driver's door open. Duke killed his engine a hundred yards out. They approached on foot, weapons drawn. "I know you're there," Connor's voice called from inside the barn. "Come in, little brother. Let's finish this."

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

The man who thought he’d never pay for what he did. By the time I arrived, the place was alive with roaring engines and the buzz of excitement. Bikers milled around, their cuts stitched with patches of pride and reputation. Spectators lined up behind barriers, cheering as bikes revved in anticipation. I spotted them immediately—their matching leather vests, their cocky grins. And at the center of it all, like a king among peasants, was Alexander Stone. Tall. Broad shoulders.u Dark hair slicked back. The kind of man whose presence alone commanded attention. And I hated him for it.

“It’s none of your business.” I take a closer look at David, he looks different. The easy charm he usually carries is buried under the dark edge of his appearance. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, the words Hell Raiders stitched across the back in bold white. The emblem — a skull wrapped in flames — gleams faintly in the light, worn but intimidating. His jeans are torn, his boots scuffed, and his hair a little messy. My stomach twists. Hell Raiders MC is one of the most notorious biker gangs, and the charming David is a member— probably one of the leaders.

My eyes drift shut. What even is the perfect wife for a man like the Reaper? Soft. Obedient. Devoted. Someone who exists to soothe his edges? No. Something tells me it’s the opposite. Wild. Unpredictable. Clever enough to keep up. Sharp enough to be dangerous. Someone who doesn’t flinch at the dark, who knows how to use it. Someone broken in all the right places. Someone like me. “My idea’s close,” I say. “We bleed two millionaires for ten million over a stone barely worth one.”

However, I couldn't help but wonder if she was concealing something from me. Lillianna had been very upset that Rei intended to mess around with Xavier at the club. She had not interfered, so I thought Lillianna didn’t have feelings for Xavier Woods. But, if Lillianna was interested in Xavier Woods, things just got complicated for Rei, Xavier, and me. I could only hope that my former employer was still keeping tabs on Rei Draven. That would be our only hope to keep Rei safe if my best friend decided she was interested in this biker. Lillianna was dangerous when she felt threatened. My oldest and dearest friend had a relentless streak in her, and when Lillianna asserted her claim on somethin

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”