The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be. "I do not see you as a threat, more of a means to an end, so are we good to go," I said. This worm had wasted enough of my time. "We need a guarantee just to keep the good faith that you can keep your word," The biker girl said. I turned to Frank and nodded. With a burst of unexpected speed and dexterity, he grabbed his two handguns and three loud shots rang out and the three male bikers fell over their bikes never to get up again.

He was just about to signal them to stop and find shelter when a flash of something in the distance caught his attention, and he skidded the bike to a stop, pulling off his helmet. ‘Can you guys see that?’ He asked those around him, pointing to where something was catching the sunshine glittering in the distance. ‘Fuck yeah.’ Martin, the Leader of another MC club, said, and Nathan, another Leader, nodded to, looking around, he could see they all saw it, and it could only be one thing, Morningstar’s compound. All thought of the heat disappeared as they sped towards their destination, the bikes coming together in a formation ready for attack. His next signal sent some of the Bikers to surround

"I am choosing to end it." He stared at me for a long moment. Then pulled me into his arms. "You are going to give me a heart attack one of these days." "Probably. But at least it will be interesting." We left Chicago at dawn. All twenty bikers accounted for. Some wounded, none dead. Diane's operations destroyed. Message sent. On the drive back to Nevada, I dozed against Albert's shoulder, exhausted. "Eva," he said quietly. "You know she is not going to honor that deal, right? She will come back."

This feels like I'd become the prey somehow without being aware that I was being hunted. I thought back now to where I went wrong. I should've done something when those kids first disappeared from the MC club. I shouldn't have taken it for granted that this guy is what he seemed on the surface. There had to be something else, someone else, behind him. I'd looked into the bikers who'd joined him, well, as much as I could anyway, and the only thing I found was a businessman and a guy who runs his own biker crew a few states away. It panned out that they were here for the rally that I didn't know about and that the businessman was some friend of the college boy's from back east. That's the word

The engine is still running. The black SUV behind us accelerated, headlights blinding through the broken glass. Two bikes appeared from the opposite lane, engines roaring like predators closing in for a kill. These are professionally organized. Not some random thugs preying on rich people. This one's here for a mission. To kill. I narrowed my eyes. Deluca never used bikes. Neither does my ex-business partner. Who the fuck are these people? “Shit…” Marcus muttered, still gripping his arm tightly. The biker on the left raised his arm. Grenade.

Some low hisses escape their lips. "This is so fucked up, man," I hear one biker snarl. "She was such a sweet girl…" My breathing turns shallow, and I lean in closer to him. I grab the sleeve of the biker, and he turns sharply, his eyes hard. I doubt he recognizes me. "What?" he snaps before I can say a word. I swallow, my throat feeling like sandpaper. "W-what happened?" There is a pause. A heavy one. The kind that stretches forever. Then he looks back at me, face cold, voice flat. "Daisy is dead."

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

Gunfire erupted. Bullets shattered the tinted windows beside Annie. Her scream ripped through the air. Something inside me snapped. My finger tightened on the trigger. The first biker took a round straight through the throat. He lost control instantly, swerving across the road before crashing hard against the asphalt. The last one barely had time to react. I fired twice. Both rounds struck center mass. The force threw him backward off the motorcycle, and he hit the ground without moving again. I pushed the door open and strode toward the taxi. Opening the rear door, I carefully scooped Annie into my arms.

I revved the engine and tore out of there, the night air whipping past as I pushed the bike harder past the speed limit on the highway. My relationship with Linda wasn't always as complicated as it was now. She was my maternal aunt. The tough-as-nails woman who’d dragged my dad into the biker life years ago, introducing him to the gang that handed out loans like candy. When the debt came due and they couldn’t pay, the lenders wanted collateral...and by collateral they meant us kids—Luca and me.

And having grown up together their whole life, they work well together running the MC and making the other generations proud. ~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~ Be sure to check out my next Biker Romance posting any minute!! Follow me to find it easier, and get notification when it posts!!! Thank you for taking this journey with me, and showing my story your time! "Claimed by the Bikers" "A Menage". It's about the Vet MC. Jaycee and Kenzie’s biker family and Angel's adopted family. It all starts with 3 best friends, Raine, Kim, and Sam. A brunette, a red head, and a blonde.