The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

Finn told me, and I don't know how I somehow relate it to my own story. “I can see that this is going to be much more interesting than”, I replied, and in the next minute, a bullet was fired into the sky. The competitors moved the bike and the crowd cheered. I looked at the wide screen the moment they began to move. Everyone was full of anticipation. I don't exactly know what was going on but the guy with number 2 on the back of his shirt was actually faster than all of them. He managed to dodge their attack and also knock out three players when they finished the first round.

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

“What’s your name?” He hesitates, like he’s deciding whether I’m allowed to know it. “Jude.” “Nice name,” I lie without blinking. The corner of his mouth twitches. Is that… a smile? I keep going. “So, Jude. This Reaper of yours. Your boss?” He tilts his head instead of answering. Then I see it. The motorcycle. My stomach tightens and I rub my wrist again. Motorbikes have always meant bad things for me. Broken doors. Raised voices. Leather jackets and fear. Last night, the alcohol made me brave. This morning, the nightmares reminded me who I really am.

"Get the bikes. The North Ridge trail. We stay on our side of the wire." "Of course, Alpha," Ezra bowed his head, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a flash of triumph that should have set off every alarm in my head. We rode hard. The roar of a dozen Harleys tore through the midnight mist of the Black Fang forest. I was at the front, pushing my bike to the absolute limit, the engine screaming as I leaned into the sharp, gravel-strewn turns of the ridge. Behind me, Kai, Ezra, and ten of our most lethal enforcers followed like a funeral procession of chrome and leather.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

I reluctantly nodded my head as I followed the tyrant biker's finger, pointing at a black and red G-wagon in the parking lot in front of a club that was buzzing with music. It turned out that a few hours before the bikers caught me, their clubhouse was raided and their leader was assassinated by some other wicked tyrant and their house was reduced down to wreckage. But since this biker with his four accomplices had been on a mission to catch me on his leader's order, he survived the attack and since then he had been hiding from the enemies. One of them caught sight of me while he was stealing food and followed me to the garage. Now it is their new hiding place. The money they retrieved was g

The bike skidded into the trees. Three bikes left. Getting closer. Maya pushed the car harder. Eighty. Ninety. The old engine screamed. One bike pulled alongside. The rider raised a gun. Jake shot first. The rider fell. The bike crashed. Two bikes left. They hit the highway. Maya merged without slowing. Cars honked. Swerved. She kept going. The bikes followed. One pulled up on the left. Maya swerved into it. The bike wobbled. Fell back. "Exit ahead," Dominic said. "Take it."

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.

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.