The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

They were waiting for the bikers to ride directly into the high-frequency meat grinder. "Don't let them set the line!" Dax commanded. "Reaper! Sienna!" Reaper didn't slow his bike. He stood up on the foot pegs, leveled his sniper rifle, and fired an explosive round at the ceiling directly above the Strikers. The round detonated against a massive, localized water-main pipe. Thousands of gallons of pressurized, synthetic coolant rained down on the assassins, disrupting their footing on the already slick ramp. Before the Strikers could recover, Sienna accelerated. She drove her lighter, faster bike straight up the curved, concave wall of the ramp, completely defying gravity. As she rode horizon

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not willing to even entertain the idea. I made my way to the changing room, cursing myself for not following the back exit as I struggled to walk through the sea of gyrating people. I quickly changed and stepped in front of the mirror to do my smoky makeup before applying multiple layers of watermelon lipgloss. I paused to look at my eyes. It took me a while to get used to looking at them. I had segmental heterochromia; both eyes were green, but my left iris had a dusting of gold at the bottom.

The man who thought he’d never pay for what he did. By the time I arrived, the place was alive with roaring engines and the buzz of excitement. Bikers milled around, their cuts stitched with patches of pride and reputation. Spectators lined up behind barriers, cheering as bikes revved in anticipation. I spotted them immediately—their matching leather vests, their cocky grins. And at the center of it all, like a king among peasants, was Alexander Stone. Tall. Broad shoulders.u Dark hair slicked back. The kind of man whose presence alone commanded attention. And I hated him for it.

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

"Breaking news tonight at 6. Investigative reporter Meredith Rager exposes outlaw biker gangs in and around South Central Kentucky." Denise felt sick to her stomach as she sat with the group of bikers, and probably over half the town, ready to tune in for what was promising to be a big announcement. Tyler had let her know that he'd gone earlier to warn Meredith, to let the woman know that whatever she thought she knew was probably not the truth. Denise's heart sank when he told her that Meredith had blown him off. They hadn't been great friends, but Meredith had been a neighbor, and she genuinely liked the younger woman. This had bad written all over it.

“You enjoyin’ the show?” “I’m working,” I answered flatly as I picked up a stray, damp coaster from the center of the table. He leaned forward, propping his massive, tattooed elbows on the wood. “That ain’t what I asked.” I collected the empty bottles, as keeping my voice light since nervousness was just blood in the water to men like him, I retorted, “Then you asked the wrong question.” One of the other bikers laughed into his beer and Reaper’s grin widened, as his crude edge shifted into something more curious. “Got a mouth on you,” he chuckled, adjusting his leather vest.

Killer tenses slightly and looks down at me, then glances toward the van. “Fuck. Devil, we’ve got scouts.” Killer grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bikes. Before he can push me onto his, I pull away and walk to mine. “I can handle my baby, don’t worry. Two people on a bike are harder to manage than one.” Killer wants to argue, I can see it in his face, but he straddles his bike anyway. Loud engines roar in the distance, approaching fast. “Fuck, they already called reinforcements,” Chaos growls, starting his bike.

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

However, I couldn't help but wonder if she was concealing something from me. Lillianna had been very upset that Rei intended to mess around with Xavier at the club. She had not interfered, so I thought Lillianna didn’t have feelings for Xavier Woods. But, if Lillianna was interested in Xavier Woods, things just got complicated for Rei, Xavier, and me. I could only hope that my former employer was still keeping tabs on Rei Draven. That would be our only hope to keep Rei safe if my best friend decided she was interested in this biker. Lillianna was dangerous when she felt threatened. My oldest and dearest friend had a relentless streak in her, and when Lillianna asserted her claim on somethin