Novel & Cerita The Biker's Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'

Bullets shattered windows and chewed into the walls. “Assassins!” Isla yelled, returning fire. I fired back, heart racing. Vex had sent killers from his sickbed. Even wounded, he was still trying to end me. One of the assassins went down from our return fire. The other two kept shooting as they revved their engines, trying to make a fast escape. I stood up fully, reckless with rage and grief, and emptied my clip at them. One bike swerved wildly and crashed. The last rider disappeared into the night.

No wailing, no name-mixing, no drama but a good f*ck! Just as I thought it was the right time to comfort my throbbing boner, the door slammed open. I cursed and swiftly pointed my gun at the intruder. “Andare a puttane!” (Go to wh*res and be f*cked!) James Mathews. My right-hand man in the black and white business raised a brow and smirked offhandedly, “You could’ve been blowed good but you rather choose to blow up in my face.” So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Then, from the back of the room, someone whistled low, long, and appreciative. It was a sound that made her skin crawl. "Well, well," a greasy-haired biker, his face scarred and his grin wide, drawled, his voice thick with malicious amusement. "Look what wandered in. Reaper’s little pet, eh? Thought you could hide from us, darling?" Her throat was bone-dry, aching with the effort, but she forced the words out, her voice surprisingly steady, despite the frantic hammering of her heart.

The Scarred man said stating the obvious. “You wish" she muttered. He let out a cold laugh. “We’ll see.” Before he could say anything, the van was hit by the side bringing it to a sudden halt. There was suddenly gunfire. Alison’s heart pounded as the man by the door raised his weapon. The van got hit again and soon smoke filled the air. Someone had found them. She dropped flat to the floor as bullets hit the sides of the van. The Scared man mumbled a curse, grabbing his weapon, but he was too late.

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not willing to even entertain the idea. I made my way to the changing room, cursing myself for not following the back exit as I struggled to walk through the sea of gyrating people. I quickly changed and stepped in front of the mirror to do my smoky makeup before applying multiple layers of watermelon lipgloss. I paused to look at my eyes. It took me a while to get used to looking at them. I had segmental heterochromia; both eyes were green, but my left iris had a dusting of gold at the bottom.

But the peace doesn't last long. The heavy thrum of engines starts to vibrate through the walls. It’s a low, rumbling growl that I can feel in my teeth. The bikers are arriving. The doors swing open, and the silence of the morning becomes officially dead. Enforcers, road captains, and sergeants start filtering in, their leather vests creaking, their heavy boots clunking on the hardwood. The air instantly fills with the smell of exhaust and leather. I stay where I am, kneeling by a booth, pretending to be completely oblivious to the room. I concentrate on a non-existent spot on the table, but my ears are ringing. I hear the whistles. I hear the murmurs.

I start up my bike. “Change of plans. Rebel has gone rogue and is not at home.” I call out over the rumble of my bike and Ripper laughs and the prospects look confused. Oh yeah, they don’t know much about Rebel, just that she the daughter of the prez also my ole lady and future wife of a mafia boss. “I’m shocked it took her this long to evade you both. What was Savage thinking putting Hound on her? I wouldn’t leave him watching a cup of coffee.” Ripper says while laughing, but I growl and rev the throttle and head back in the direction of home.