The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

Bullets shattered windows and chewed into the walls. “Assassins!” Isla yelled, returning fire. I fired back, heart racing. Vex had sent killers from his sickbed. Even wounded, he was still trying to end me. One of the assassins went down from our return fire. The other two kept shooting as they revved their engines, trying to make a fast escape. I stood up fully, reckless with rage and grief, and emptied my clip at them. One bike swerved wildly and crashed. The last rider disappeared into the night.

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

“We live happily ever after.” “An ex-assassin and a vengeful killer?” I asked. “I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving,” he responded.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

We don’t like it when foreign dignitaries try to get one over on us. According to the file, the brothers own a yacht near the Hudson, which happens to be the same general area where Willem Kazik was last seen by two of my fellow Assassins, Reaper and Savage. What is it with bad guys and yachts? It’s so cliché. Willem has been a thorn in the side of the Confradia for way too long. Unfortunately, he threw himself from the deck of his ship, and we didn’t know he was alive until we received intel that he resurfaced several weeks ago. I’ve been helping Priest, Savage, Reaper, and Hunter with their investigation for weeks. Savage and Reaper are definitely a lot more motivated in finding the bastar

"You can't kill everyone, Jackson. You're one man." "I'm not alone." The sound of motorcycles filled the alley. Headlights illuminated us. Hawk. Viper. Torch. And behind them, a dozen more Steel Serpents. All loyal. All ready to fight. Reaper's face went pale. "No. You were supposed to be at the safe house." "We were. Until we figured out your game." Hawk got off his bike. "It's over, Reaper. You're outnumbered. Outplayed. Done." "I'm never done." Reaper reached for something in his jacket.

He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

’ I mumbled under my breath. I was still not over the fact that I had a doppelganger who was probably having the steaming time of her life with some sexy rider or hot hobo as they put it. I am assuming hot and sexy because... Duh! It was the only reason I would come up with to leave a life of luxury.

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

Adriana POV Raptor's eyes burned with anger as he continued to glare at the rival group of bikers. The tension in the air was palpable, a volatile mix of resentment and hostility. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions. "He should be taught a fucking lesson," Raptor growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. The incident that had transpired between them had ignited a fire within him, fueling a desire for vengeance. He felt the weight of injustice pressing on his chest, urging him to take action.