Novel & Cerita The Biker's Fate

Why did I need a solicitor with me? Cali had been spectacular. Almost icy in her calmness and they soon stopped asking her to leave. I knew they were just doing their jobs. I completely understood that but I didn’t hold out much hope that they would find the person who pulled the trigger. I doubted they would even try very hard. We were bikers. Living in the grey area between what was right and wrong. Hell, most of the club had bypassed grey and gone straight to black. Or maybe red. Red was the colour of blood after all.

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

"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."

"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

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.

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.

He was teaching him a lesson. Someone near me whispered, “He’s mad but not losing it. That’s worse.” I couldn’t look away. My heart was going crazy. I wasn’t scared of Ryder exactly. I was scared of how much I wanted to run to him and also how much I didn’t recognize him at that moment. When it ended, the biker was on the ground, bleeding but breathing. Ryder wiped his hand on a towel, dropped it, and said in that steady, low voice, “Next time you hit someone on the road again, you’re done. No bike. No second chances.”

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.

In the distance, Keron and the Patrol Team arrived in the littered battle zone. He never had the time to react to his surroundings because his attention was caught by the Dusk Riders congregating in the middle, firing their twin pistols at the Protectorates. In an attempt to evade it while keeping his bike steady, Keron leaned to the left. The fender and the dashboard of his bike exploded in pulverized metal and plastic. His front tire was punctured, sending him off the path. His bike ran over a mound of dust while going out of control. He was sent in the air, his bike splitting in half before he hit the ground with a bone breaking impact.