Novel & Cerita The Biker's Fate

If anybody could tell me what should I do to stop myself from loving her, from stop adoring her? Suddenly, I heard the thud sound. I looked around and I found that two of the bikers in front me were laying on the road and their bikes flew few feet’s forward from them. And I found myself right on the finishing line. I pooled brakes immediately and went to see them. They were not badly injured, Just some rashes here and there. I guess it’s normal for a biker to have this much. They stood up quickly and went towards their bike. “You killed it dude. It was thrilling race. I was so excited to see you. What did you eat in the morning?”

The light made my mother more visible to me and only then did I notice how much of weight she had lost, she also looked unkept and it felt like all the life within her had been drained. I almost sobbed, finding out. I was going to make them all pay. Then, a gunshot was fired in the air. Bang! Everyone in the pack ran for shelter. I shielded my mother to look at who it was. Richter. The bikers that held him were on the ground, dead. My heart skipped. He strode to me and before I could gain my balance. He pointed his gun in my head, “I will end your lineage today.”

The whole factory was engulfed in a blaze, turning it into a sea of fire. The once-dominant and harmful motorcycle gang has now begun to disappear along with the fire. The biker gang members were in shock as they watched the scene unfold. Their previous motorcycles had been taken by Jean through some deceitful means, so they pooled their money to buy new ones. Now, all those motorcycles ended up engulfed in flames. Even Bryan had died. After all these years they've spent living the life of a biker gang, looking at this sea of flames now, they truly don't know where to go from here.

Felix shook, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes, Alpha. Yes, I swear, never again, Alpha,” he stammered, the words tripping over each other in his panic. I let go. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, hitting the dirt with a dull thud. He winced but he didn’t dare look up at me. “Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath. Then louder, I snapped, “The rest of you, get out of my sight.” The other bikers, who’d been loitering near the edge of the clearing, scattered immediately, relief written in every hurried step. They didn’t need to be told twice.

he yells. And then we're off, running outside into the street along with the thirty other people running in different directions through the town. BANG. Another shot fired, and now all of the bikers are pouring out and running the other direction to their bikes. Skinner is now in the hands of two bikers as they now carry his body to his bike. "He can't ride!" one of them screams. "Put him and his bike in the truck with Diablo!" the other one yells in response.

- it isn't very easy to explain. - You already said that. Anyway, - he looks back at the photo. - I don't know what could have happened, but I'll see what I can do. It's the number you called me your contact number? - Yes, it is. - Perfect. I already registered it. I bet you'll be going now. - No, Killer. I can drink and talk to an old friend. I have time. The biker is happy. He puts his arm over his friend's shoulder.

For a second, I was sure I was about to watch the man I loved die in a horrible crash. But Tristan and his bike moved like they were one creature. Every tiny adjustment was perfect. He slipped between the other bikes like smoke and came out in the lead. The last two riders weren't giving up. They came at him from both sides, trying to use his speed to slingshot past him at the finish line. One pulled up next to his left side, the other on his right, both getting closer and closer, trying to use their bikes as weapons.

And then I heard it clearly, “Follow us with that bike.” Darkness swallowed me completely.

The bikers who were more severely injured were also pushed out in preparation to be transferred to another hospital facility for more professional treatment. The terrible states that the bikers were in made everyone present fall silent. John saw that all hopes of smearing Jones Enterprise’s reputation were lost, and seized the chance to flee in a hurry with his men, for fear that the reporters might recall what he said and bug him over it. The reporters aimed their cameras at the injured bikers. “Do you have anything to say regarding the incident?” “We will pursue this matter to the end! We won’t just forget about this incident!” some bikers said, agitated.

He smiles wider. "Nothing much. You see,you have nothing to lose if those stupid bikers decide to come after us. You can just drag your ass back to Vegas and leave me here to burn. So,I have my men keeping an eye on your fat bitch. If you double cross me, boom, she explodes.." He says still smiling and I gape at him. He wouldn't. " You are joking right?" I ask him, my voice shaking a little. " No." His Voice hardens, " They are already set in motion and just now,I hear they bombed her car and her boyfriend's bike." He adds, then scoffs mockingly.