The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

‘Before I forget, I have to tell you something’. He looked inquiringly at me, asking me to proceed with his eyes. ‘I presume you may not have been informed about the bikers. They were shot dead in an encounter. Know anything about this?’, I poke him. ‘I do not bother with such trivial matters’, he replied unconcerned, with boredom etched on his face. ‘Strange, right? Dead within 24 hours. Justice served swiftly. Very swiftly. Don’t you think?’ ‘Yes, strange indeed’, he said flippantly.

I know," I said, burying my face in his vest. The weight of the last few weeks finally crashed down on me. I had seen a murder, been kidnapped, survived a war, and saved my father. I had lost the life I knew and found a new one in the middle of a biker gang. I looked at my hands—they weren't shaking anymore. They were steady, ready for whatever the road had in store for us next. We walked out of the mansion as the sun began to rise over the mountains, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and gold. The Phantoms were already on their bikes, their engines idling in a low, rhythmic thunder that sounded like a victory lap. Ruan led me to his Harley. He didn't put on his helmet right away.

“I was leading the final lap when my bike went down.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “An accident?” “Someone cut my brake lines. Done by a professional, meant to look like equipment failure. I hit the guardrail at ninety miles per hour. I thought it was over. The doctors told me I was lucky to survive.” Nicole’s face drains of color, like she’s staring at a ghost. “Someone tried to kill you.” “Someone wanted me gone. Permanently.” I wheel closer, watching her reaction. “That’s the world I live in, Nicole. People don’t just compete with me, they try to destroy me. And anyone who gets close to me becomes a target too.”

It had gotten dark, and a few lamps buzzed overhead, casting shadows along the row of vehicles lined up. Kaelen's Black motorbike stood out, sleek, black and predatory. Elias was right behind him, her pulse in her ears. She watched the way his back moved under the cloth, and the sharp, careless way he walked. Kaelen stopped at his bike and turned to face her. They hadn't spoken much since Bethany left, and his eyes caught hers in the dim light, dark and unreadable. She was the first to speak, "Goodnight, Kaelen," She had to leave now, afraid she might actually drool right in front of him. Plus, she wasn't sure how much her heart could take standingg right next to him.

Her tears drenched his shirt over and over. He could not help but feel sorry for her. “Conrad… That’s enough…” Fia blubbered. Silas mentioned that the motorbike had no registration plate and that the biker was wearing a full helmet. After the incident, the biker rode all the way out of town. They knew this because the police found the bike at the shore of River Fane. Other than that, the perpetrator left no trace for them to find. River Fane, again. Every time she heard the name of the place, Fia always thought about Esme.

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

My mouth opened up in complete astonishment, It was like watching a dance, if dancing could kill you at a hundred miles per hour. The track went through what used to be a subway station. The racers flew past old platforms where homeless people had been living. Sparks flew when they took corners too fast, metal scraping against concrete. When they were halfway through, only five riders were left. The others had crashed or their bikes had broken down. The ones left were the best and the most ruthless. And they were still all coming for Tristan. The track curved into something the announcer called "The Serpent" a bunch of S-curves that got tighter and tighter.

“Blade—how many of them are there?” “Too many to count and they’re not going to stop until Cruz—or you—are down,” he said, his voice grim. “We need to disappear. Now.” The alley loomed ahead, dark and narrow. I glanced behind us. The bikers had remounted, engines roaring like beasts in the night. One shot rang out, missing by inches, slamming into the wall where I’d been a moment before my ears rang. Cruz groaned again. “Nova… don’t…”

The biker’s eyes widened as the van swerved dangerously close, forcing him to jerk away. He lost control, skidding to the side before hitting a tree and flipping over his handlebars. Two down. But the remaining bikers weren’t backing off. A bullet shattered the back window. Glass rained over Inez, cutting into her arm. She winced but didn’t stop. She had to lose them. Up ahead, the dirt path forked. One side led to a bridge, the other to an overgrown trail filled with rocks and deep ditches. She chose the rough path.

Outside was cold and I threw up right on the steps, roses and champagne and blood all mixed. His bike was gone. Just tire marks. He promised he wouldn't do this to me. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, but it became a nightmare. I sat in the dirt hugging myself, blood still dripping, and looked at the moon and said the only thing I could think of. “I’ll never let you find me again.” Then everything went black.