The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

Victor asked, looking at me. I shook my head. I didn't know where he was at the moment. I don't make it my job to baby him and make it my business to know where he is at all times. "Well, we need to find him." Victor said. "Yes. We do." Dante replied. The biker was still crying, looking down at both of his bloody knees. Victor turned to him again. "Is there anything else I need to know before I leave?" He asked. The biker obviously shook his head. Victor didn't believe him, but I assumed he felt like he'd found out enough and was in a rush to end the traitors.

Kim replied. Ice didn't like to hear that. "So, he's history?" "Way history! I need a real man. Someone to make me feel alive. And I figured out just what type of man that is! It can only be a biker! They've the ones that really get my motor running! Yep, a real man, a biker!" Kim grinned as she turned to look in the crowd of brothers. "Now to decide which guy to choose. Hey Crash? If I choose a guy from your chapter, will you let me know if they're ok or not?" Kim asked.

"She got caught in a fight. Some stupid stuff between gangs." Amelia leaned forward. "That explains the nightmares. The way she jumps at loud noises." Her words seemed to make him feel a little safer. "Some guy from the Cobras MC club killed her. And he's still alive." His voice was full of anger he was trying to hide. "My kid saw enough of it to mess her up for life." The words hit Amelia hard. She knew it was something bad. But hearing it was so much worse. Her chest felt tight. She felt sad for Deacon and Lily. "Lily saw it happen?"

“If anything happens to her…” “Nothing is going to happen to her.” The burly biker laughed. “It already did. That car was outside the whole time we were, and they didn’t shoot until she appeared. Why do you think that is?” He didn’t wait for Gio to answer. “Call us if you need us, Keeley. Day or night. The sons will come for you.” He motioned with his hand for the younger man to leave. I expected them to stay longer. To argue their case and maybe make some threats so their sudden withdrawal made me even more uneasy. The roar of their bikes was loud, as they sped off at speed.

But before I reached for it, I tripped over my feet. I let out a little squeak as I prepared to hit the ground but I never did. Protective arms wrapped around my waist. The stranger who caught me pulled me up against their body until my breasts were pressed against their muscular chest. I looked into the eyes of the person who had saved me, but my thank you got stuck in my throat. These were the same eyes that I saw in my wildest dreams. This was the man whom I couldn't stop thinking about. The Biker Alpha, King Eli.

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.

The ride back feels charged with purpose, revenge within reach after so many years of waiting. But as we approach the compound gates, something settles over me. The yard lights blaze bright, and a cluster of the crew gathers around one of the bikes, heads bowed, expressions grim. Knox shuts off his engine first and lets out a low curse at the sight. Rico, one of our younger members, lies on the ground beside his motorcycle, throat slashed deep, blood pooled dark beneath him. His eyes remain open, staring blankly upward, and his cut has been deliberately sliced through in mockery.

Scarface looked out of his shattered window and noticed what they were trying to do and took out his short gun from one of the compartments in his car and took aim firing several rounds at the bike and in a bid to dodge his bullets the biker lost control of his bike and crashes into a parked big truck which caused his bike to end up in flames. The demise of their own sent rage through the hearts of the rest of the bikers and they became more aggressive in their attacks. Scarface voiced out more expletives when more bullets hit his window and back screen and were quick to bend out of the way of one that was heading in the direction of his head. With one hand on the steering and the other hold

“I’m running out of fucking road here.” The bikers were closing in, trying to box us in, force us to slow down. One of them got too close, aiming for our tires. Tony caught him first, his bullet ripping through the bastard’s throat. The biker made a horrible gurgling noise before tumbling off his bike, body rolling across the asphalt. But there were still too many. I needed to end this. I shoved Aisha’s limp form toward the seat, securing her with my arm as I rolled the window down. The cold night air rushed in, whipping through my hair, thick with the scent of blood and burning rubber.

he mocked them. The bikers didn't bother to reply to Carlos. They started running away from there. But Alessandro started a rain of bullets targeting the bikers, none of them survived. All the seven bikers perished on the spot. Ropes were rolled down and Alessandro's men crawled down from their helicopters. Alessandro is in the lead, followed by Czar and others. They rushed to where Carlos was kneeling. "Where is Livi?" Alessandro demanded with anger and worry. Carlos pointed down the cliff.