The Biker's Fate Novels & Stories

Then a support line snapped somewhere above us and the debris field started folding in on itself like a fist closing, and I heard him grunt once through the comm before the whole mess shifted and I lost sight of his light. I went after him without thinking about clearance or protocol or the fact that Talia was going to murder me when we got back. I found him pinned at the shoulder by a bent strut, kicking hard, and I got both hands in the front of his wetsuit and hauled until something gave and we went tumbling up through black water that did not care if we made it.

“Keep this up and she’ll quit.” Alex’s reply is a growl. “She won’t quit. She can’t.” My hand tightens on the banister. David speaks again, softer this time. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you? The crash.” My heart stumbles. Alex’s voice becomes colder than I’ve ever heard it. “It wasn’t an accident.” The words slam into me. David exhales sharply. “You can’t know that.” “I do know,” Alex snaps. “The brakes didn’t just fail. Someone tampered with my bike. Someone wanted me dead.”

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.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”

“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.

“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.

He was just about to signal them to stop and find shelter when a flash of something in the distance caught his attention, and he skidded the bike to a stop, pulling off his helmet. ‘Can you guys see that?’ He asked those around him, pointing to where something was catching the sunshine glittering in the distance. ‘Fuck yeah.’ Martin, the Leader of another MC club, said, and Nathan, another Leader, nodded to, looking around, he could see they all saw it, and it could only be one thing, Morningstar’s compound. All thought of the heat disappeared as they sped towards their destination, the bikes coming together in a formation ready for attack. His next signal sent some of the Bikers to surround