Romans & histoires The Biker's Fate

No one answered. Kade’s patience snapped slightly. “Enough.” The single word carried weight. Authority. The others backed off immediately, disappearing again like they had never been there. That told me everything I needed to know about his position here. I looked at him slowly. “You’re not just some biker,” I said. “No.” “What are you, then?” He held my gaze. “Someone who kept you alive longer than they planned.” My breath caught. “They?” I repeated. Kade didn’t answer immediately.

The machinery of justice grinding forward. But for Duke and Valentina, it was finally over. The ghosts were laid to rest. The truth was known. And the future stretched ahead of them, uncertain but theirs to write. Duke started his bike. Valentina climbed on behind him, arms around his waist, face pressed between his shoulder blades. Just like they used to ride, years ago. Just like they'd ride for years to come. They roared away from the barn, from the past, toward whatever came next.

Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead. Just then, the lights came back on. Now the mansion is snatched away from the bikers who invaded it. "Ey, did you kill that asshole?" one of the bikers yelled from downstairs, unknown of the situation on the top floor. Nero and Reed casually leaned over the railing and gave the biker a sinister smile. "That asshole is our friend. Only we get to kill him. Idiots like you shouldn't even think about hurting him" Nero muttered before shooting that biker mercilessly.

They knew that meant if they gave her trouble, they'd be out of the club for good. It was Friday evening and Jocelyn, Lainey, Corina, Tricia, LaShelle, and Miranda were sitting at a table talking and continuing to get to know each other. "We know the basics, you were dating a guy and broke up with him, then he killed himself. And now his family is after you. There's got to be more to this. Like how did your family not know who he was kin to?" LaShelle asked. "Yeah, Biker families always vet any guys or girls any of the clubs date, especially their kids." Tricia replied.

The riders all got off their bikes and the few that wore helmets quickly pulled them off. "Why the fuck are we here? What could any of you possibly want?" Shooter, ever the hothead spat at us as they lined up to face us. I glanced over the men that had come. Uncles and cousins along with my brothers, my father and Margo's father and brother and a few others. Viper seemed to stare at Margo for a moment but then quickly focused on me. Bear did the same thing. Shooter glared at Nat but then followed suit and looked at me. Most of the group ended up staring at me. What was that about? I glanced over at Joker who just shrugged at me and then gestured for me to speak.

Painful screams followed—raw, agonizing cries from the bikers who had been hit. My eyes widened in terror as I twisted my head back and saw some of the bikers already shot, their bodies slumping as their bikes veered violently and disappeared into the forest. Sparks flew, metal crashed, and headlights vanished one after the other. As for Lucien… He was nowhere to be found. I strained my neck back desperately, my heart hammering, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.

Baxter asked curiously. “Whose funeral?” I asked, shocked to the bone marrow. “Didn’t you know he died ten months ago?” Baxter asked. My heart was beating hard. “You mean the same Gerald… the biker. The one who…” I was saying. “There is only one Gerald among us, brother,” Baxter cut in. “He died in a road accident. You know how he was always in a haste when he was on his bike. Yes, he died mainly because he over-sped. He was trying to overtake a van and then it went sideways.”

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

Alpha Scott linked quickly. One of the bikers from the gang wiped out on some fresh cut grass the city workers left in the road, and they are going to ask their boss to talk to you about extending their time to fix it. I looked around, waiting for a response and making sure no vehicles were driving our way. We still needed to get rid of all of the blood.

the motorcyclist proposed, his deep and resonant voice calming me. You can trust him, a little voice spoke in my mind. I sighed, nodded, and hoped I hadn't just invited a psychopath to sit in my broken-down car with my three young children. I watched the biker closely as he sat in the passenger seat, removed his helmet, and called the local mechanic. It sounded like they knew each other and had a cordial relationship. According to the handsome man beside me, Jack Turner agreed to be here within the hour and would give me a tow free of charge.