The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

I start up my bike. “Change of plans. Rebel has gone rogue and is not at home.” I call out over the rumble of my bike and Ripper laughs and the prospects look confused. Oh yeah, they don’t know much about Rebel, just that she the daughter of the prez also my ole lady and future wife of a mafia boss. “I’m shocked it took her this long to evade you both. What was Savage thinking putting Hound on her? I wouldn’t leave him watching a cup of coffee.” Ripper says while laughing, but I growl and rev the throttle and head back in the direction of home.

I dried my hands on a towel and walked to the window, telling myself I was being dramatic. Rain had started falling, big fat drops hitting the glass. The streetlights made everything look blurry and yellow. And then I saw it. Matte-black Harley, silver claw marks scratched into the tank exactly like the ones I just painted today. Exactly like the ones Knox put on my old bike when we were seventeen and stupid in love. The bike slowed down… circled once… twice… then rolled to a stop right in front of my building. My stomach dropped to my feet. The rider sat there for a second, rain pouring off his helmet. Then he reached up, pulled it off slow, and shook out wet black hair.

She threw the lamp against the wall making it shatter then hid against the wall beside the door. The biker came running into the room and she hit him over the head with the statue. He went down like a sack of potatoes and she ran out of the room. There was chaos in the main room, people were running everywhere. She saw some of the women heading down a hall way. So, she took her chances and followed them.

he growled, the vibration of his chest against my temple being the only thing I could focus on. Suddenly, Ryker moved at a terrifying speed, pulling me along with him—more accurately, dragging me. He ambushed a man who was distracted by the chaos below and delivered a precise, brutal kick right to his shoulder. The man’s weapon clattered to the marble floor, and before the assassin could even start to recover, Ryker pinned him with a chilling command. "Don't move. I don't want any blood on those shoes." The words hung in the air, cold and utterly devoid of mercy. Then, with a swift finality, Ryker shot the man dead. He immediately crouched down, ignoring the developing pool of blood, and swi

Right after, I leaped out from the balcony, straight to the stairs and then to the chaotic crowd. Most women and children were guarded by several men and most of the fighters already shifted. Judging how these people move, there's no doubt they come from a guild of assassins. As I move forward, I slaughter every assassin that comes to my way. The rage I'm feeling is too overwhelming that I felt like the bloodlust is flowing through my veins. I'm not connected to the pack in any way but I'm enraged of these people that caused chaos in this celebration that should be filled with smiles and laughters rather than blood. The children's cries of agony fueled my wrath. I can no longer taste any tin

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

He's at her door opening it as she put it in park. "Hanna who the fuck are they?" He demanded. Hanna got out of the car and kissed Maverick then turned to the guys who'd just got off their bikes. "Mav this is Spider and Raptor. They are the enforcers for the Cali branch of the Demon Riders." Hanna introduced. Maverick still wasn't satisfied with her explanation. "Hey bro we're not here for your old lady. We're here to help her and both our clubs." Raptor explained. "Explain." Maverick demanded.

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.