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

The bikers are clad in just black and they're both wearing helmets. " Fuck." I look at the handgun in my hand and smile. I might not like violence, but I've always envisioned myself using a gun. I know I'm messed up. Asa pulls out another gun as he shoots at the biker that's already next to us. The biker ducks, swerving to the left as the biker pulls out his gun. I shoot him in the head as his bike flies backwards, slamming itself against the cars behind. " Not bad." Asa says and I smile.

Vincent ordered, his eyes darting through the chaos, constantly scanning for danger. The scene in front of us resembled a medieval battle—both sides charged at each other like warriors in a deadly clash. For a brief moment, I was frozen, transfixed by the sheer ferocity of the fight. The bikers moved with precision, their actions coordinated like a seasoned unit, each movement deliberate despite the mayhem erupting around them. Before I could process it all, a burly biker with a mohawk and intricate tattoos running down his arm sprinted toward us. My instincts screamed at me to flinch, unsure if he was friend or foe.

he said, pushing the door open. “You’re not coming with us?” I asked, brows raised. “No, I’m not,” he said softly. “I’m not part of the SOC bikers. I’m Mr. Warrick’s butler…”He paused swallowing hard,”....Now your butler……You don’t need to worry about your safety. Ripper will keep you safe. Good luck, Ash.” I nodded and rushed outside. There he was: Ripper, sitting on his bike, dressed in full biker kit, a jacket with the SOC skull and Ripper boldly stenciled across the back.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

"Before I stop being polite." The tall Viper looked like he wanted to argue but one of his friends grabbed his arm. "Come on man. It's not worth it." They backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the growing darkness. Maya watched until they disappeared around a corner. Her hands were shaking and she shoved them in her pockets so no one would see. "You okay?" Blackwood asked again. "I'm fine." Maya looked at her bike. At the neighborhood around her. At the six bikers standing there like they were waiting for something. "I just need to fix my starter."

She threw the lamp against the wall making it shatter then hid against the wall beside the door. The biker came running into the room and she hit him over the head with the statue. He went down like a sack of potatoes and she ran out of the room. There was chaos in the main room, people were running everywhere. She saw some of the women heading down a hall way. So, she took her chances and followed them.

He was out of bullets. Bianca froze, she stares at the assassin hopping towards her. The assassin darts the dagger at Bianca. Lucas hastily jumped towards Bianca, pushing her aside. He typically embraced her. Lucas gasps as the dagger penetrated his back. “Argh!!” Bianca snapped back to her senses when she sights his blood splash on her face. The assassin pushed Lucas to the ground, his angry gaze was sliced at Bianca. The assassin huffed air from his nostrils, pointing a dagger at Bianca. Bianca shrink back with her mouth wide open, she couldn't let out those words hanging in her throat.

I stood frozen outside my apartment while my neighbors peeked through half-open doors, pretending not to stare then a groan sounded behind me and I remembered Damian. I looked down and saw him pushing himself upright from the floor, one hand clutching his jaw. The second he fully sat up, anger exploded inside me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped. He laughed bitterly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “So your biker fuck buddies knock me unconscious now? Nice.” “Don’t start.” “Is this what I deserve after everything I did for you?” he shouted. I winced immediately as his voice echoed through the hallway, now the neighbors really had a show.

"It is everywhere. Simultaneous raids across seventeen states. Every major independent club. All being arrested for weapons trafficking, narcotics distribution, money laundering." Subject Seven moved to the window. "This is not coincidence. This is coordinated elimination. The boy is using federal law enforcement to dismantle every organization that could provide resistance." "Why bikers specifically?" Rebecca demanded. "Why target clubs?" "Because you are organized. Mobile. Independent of government oversight. You have communication networks that bypass standard surveillance. You have resources and loyalty structures that make you dangerous to centralized control." I pulled up my own phone.

They adjusted instantly— But this time, I didn’t follow their rhythm. I broke it. Shifted low, drove forward, disrupted their balance. A flicker of surprise crossed their face— And vanished just as quickly. Good. They were learning. But so was I. Behind me, Jaron grunted. “Little busy here!” “I noticed.” I pivoted, catching the second attacker mid-approach—this one heavier, like the one Jaron was dealing with. Different style. Less precision. More pressure. The combination was intentional. “They’re pairing types,” I said.