The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

Bikers filled the track, lining up in rows with their colorful bikes. First round, second round, third round. I couldn't be less proud as the Despaci's bikers won against the rest of the bikers. The fourth round was with the Second Dawn Motorcycle club which is Asher's. For some moments, I doubted them. But it surprised me to see that at the end of the race, they won. Elara yelled, screaming with her face lit up in joy as she waved her hands in the air. I also smiled, a blush creeping up my face. Another achievement for Despaci's club, and I couldn't hide the happiness I felt. I'm so glad they made it.

Lines of code, bright against the dark. The first bike jolted, then veered sharply, the rider screaming as he flipped over the handlebars and slammed into the asphalt. Another followed, then another, dropping like dominoes. “What the—” My voice cracked. One by one, every biker convulsed, lost control, their machines swerving wildly before exploding into fire or skidding across the road. The smell of burning gasoline filled the air, the sound of shattering bones mixing with the scrape of metal.

Four bikers lost control of their bikes and crashed violently on the road while the remaining ten swerved out of the way and broke the circle. I picked another curved blade and before I could hurl it, I felt my orgasm reared its head. I gritted my teeth as Xena squeezed my balls lightly as a warning. “Fuck,” I muttered and managed to keep the Humvee on the road. Even with our lives on the line, I found it difficult to concentrate on defending us. Biker zoomed closer to my wind and tried to reach the inside. Another foolish mistake. Xena giving me head was the last thing he was going to see.

The fourth biker says nothing. He is smaller than the others. He is covered in tattoos. And he has a gun. He points his pistol at Jim. I don't want Jim to die. Jim turns to face me, his eyes wide. "Run!" he says. "It's okay. I can take care of myself." I roll my eyes. "No you can't, human," I say. He looks so bemused. But he's going to look even more so in a second when I shift. Somebody else emerges from behind the wall of bikers.

He drove towards the road where there was a night control carried out by police officers, when he got closer he saw that the police had detected the danger. They all retracted their guns and pointed toward the bikes following Luca’s car. “It’s the cops” one of the bikers yelled out, Mr. Moretti knew the risk of killing a police officer. Only Luca was able to kill a man and go free, they were no Luca. “Retreat,” he said, and the bikers all turned to escape when the police fired at them. Others fell off the bike but the majority succeeded in escaping along with Mr. Moretti.

I still have no idea what caused the decapitation, though. Trained warriors, the Marine’s shake off their shock quicker than the bikers and let loose a deafening fusillade of automatic rifle fire. The bikers don’t stand a chance. Their bodies jerk and dance as the bullets tear into them. Before even one can get off a shot, they’re all lying dead in the street, their corpses tangled up with one another and with their still idling motorcycles. I almost feel sorry for them, until I remember the human skulls adorning some of the handlebars. The world is a better place without this gang, I know.

I said I kept my eyes on the road and nearly pushed the other driver trying to overpower me off the road and the car somersaulted twice. I kept moving very fast regardless of what I have done and for a quick moment, I thought everything had ended until I saw a biker shoot Mika's boyfriend in the head, fear gripped me as the young man dropped dead with blood all over my face. It was like a movie as I watched and felt so dumbfounded by what happened, the biker pointed the gun at me next and for some seconds, I wondered how the biker caught up to us despite my speed.

They aren’t yelling or chanting their usual road songs, and that means only one thing. It is a sad movement. This is beyond business. The last time I saw a load of bikers that were silent and moving with speed, it was the death of one of their brothers. I sit back, thinking about what could have gone wrong — not just for the bikers but also for Daisy. It has been more than six hours, and there is no sight of her. I stand up and glance back at my bag. Then I take a step forward, deciding to check back home. I will take the back route and stay away so no one recognizes me.

I asked myself. Anyways I wasn't familiar with the way bikers do their thing. Then, I saw him... Him, I mean Knoxx. He was coming out from the bar, the other biker executives behind him. They circled around the van carrying Mason's dead body, the rest of the bikers following suit. Next, some prospects began giving everyone small disposable cups, filling them with...that should be whiskey if I wasn't mistaken. After they were done, they stepped back. Then, Knoxx lifted his first to the van, others joining him.

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.