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.

“You really are determined to destroy everything your father built.” Anger flared through my chest. “You grabbed me.” He tilted his head. “You slapped me verbally in front of half the city.” “That is not the same.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It isn’t.” He turned to face me. “But what your little biker friend did inside? That is.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Adrian watched me carefully. “You should know something about men like him,” he said. “What?” “They don’t survive in my world.”

“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.

Some leaned against their bikes, others sat at old wooden tables under a makeshift tent, sipping on beer or coffee. Confusion gnawed at me at the strange and dangerous surroundings. Why would Harry come here? There was no doubt, I stumbled into the world of bikers. I've heard about some gangs of motorcyclists. I can't make out the name. I saw a picture on I*******m the other day about a race event going on between two gangs. I don't really have any interest in bikers so I don't pay much attention. However, finding myself in such environments gave me chills. My phone rang in my hand from the same unknown number. I placed it to my ears and awaited the deep voice from the other end. "I assumed

“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.

Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be. "I do not see you as a threat, more of a means to an end, so are we good to go," I said. This worm had wasted enough of my time. "We need a guarantee just to keep the good faith that you can keep your word," The biker girl said. I turned to Frank and nodded. With a burst of unexpected speed and dexterity, he grabbed his two handguns and three loud shots rang out and the three male bikers fell over their bikes never to get up again.