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

he growled, the vibration of his chest against my temple being the only thing I could focus on. Suddenly, Ryker moved at a terrifying speed, pulling me along with him—more accurately, dragging me. He ambushed a man who was distracted by the chaos below and delivered a precise, brutal kick right to his shoulder. The man’s weapon clattered to the marble floor, and before the assassin could even start to recover, Ryker pinned him with a chilling command. "Don't move. I don't want any blood on those shoes." The words hung in the air, cold and utterly devoid of mercy. Then, with a swift finality, Ryker shot the man dead. He immediately crouched down, ignoring the developing pool of blood, and swi

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

The bikers didn't have any idea of what is happening inside the mansion which they took over from Alesso. Most of the bikers who are in Alesso's room shoot in the general direction of the bed to kill Alesso. As it is dark, they just saw a figure lying on the bed under the blankets. None of them knows that the man under that blanket is not Alesso. Reed and Nero along with his men used the biker's distraction to their advantage and shot most of the bikers. Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead.

There was a grunt and a thud in front of him and the slave looked up to find Ryedir grappling with another man dressed in faded brown leathers. He caught the glint of a knife in the assailant’s hand and gasped. Ryedir grunted again and managed to grab the hand that held the knife, forcing it back away from his throat. Kari’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he still struggled to regain his breath. The unknown beta in the room was an assassin! He was trying to kill Lezzker!

My breathing was very ragged too. The bike crashed but the rider was no longer on it. They were able to get off a bike, moving at such speed. Whoever this was, it's definitely not their first time. This person was clearly an expert assassin, hired to take us out. "Fuck!" I swore underneath my breath, as I saw them bring out a pistol, mounting the silencer on it. Quickly getting up from the ground, I charged at them, bringing out my own pistol. They tried to shoot at me but I was quick enough to redirect their aim, making the gun shoot upwards. Fuck! My gun fell off my hands in the process, rendering me unarmed.

“You keep your own stock of beer in the break room?” “Sometimes. When I find out who’s been helping themselves, I’m going to kick their ass.” “So, back to that guy, Breaker. Has he served time before?” “Yeah. For assault and rape.” I swallowed. “So, do you want a beer?” he asked, holding out a brown bottle. I looked at the dragon tattoo on his forearm and the skull ring on his finger, reminding me that Raptor wasn’t exactly the boy-next-door either. “No. We have to get going.

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

Damien had his gun ready. The stairwell door above us crashed open. But instead of Reeves's soldiers, I saw leather jackets. Biker patches. Familiar patches. Cascade Motorcycle Club. Garrett appeared at the top of the stairs. The same man who had tried to collect Richard's debt. The same man who had threatened Hope. Older now. Scarred. But alive. "Going somewhere, Flora?" "How did you get in here?" Victoria aimed her weapon. "Service tunnels. This facility was built on old mining infrastructure. We know these mountains. Rode our bikes through maintenance passages Marcus never bothered to secure properly." Garrett descended the stairs. Twenty bikers behind him. All armed. All dangerous. "Hear

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

They were waiting for the bikers to ride directly into the high-frequency meat grinder. "Don't let them set the line!" Dax commanded. "Reaper! Sienna!" Reaper didn't slow his bike. He stood up on the foot pegs, leveled his sniper rifle, and fired an explosive round at the ceiling directly above the Strikers. The round detonated against a massive, localized water-main pipe. Thousands of gallons of pressurized, synthetic coolant rained down on the assassins, disrupting their footing on the already slick ramp. Before the Strikers could recover, Sienna accelerated. She drove her lighter, faster bike straight up the curved, concave wall of the ramp, completely defying gravity. As she rode horizon