The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain. Letting out a groan, Nicholas managed flinged his assailant over his shoulder, giving him the upper hand . The man groaned as he struck the ground hard. The second assailant made a lunge but he dodged the attack. Nicholas sent the attacker a vicious elbow to the jaw. He faltered. Nicholas only needed that. Without thinking, he turned and took off. The attackers were still on the ground and still getting up to chase after him, but Nicholas was more familiar with this place than they were. He threw himself over a metal fence, landed hard, and continued on. Behind him, there was gunfire. The sound

D Stalker: Soon you will be mine and the biker will be dead #TimeIsTicking A chill shoots down my spine. My fingers hover over the screen, and I see the link he sent. Saying it’s something about my lover. The room, filled with the sweet, sticky chaos of my ice cream, suddenly feels like a trap. The scent of chocolate and pickles warps into tension. The soft hum of the city outside the window — the distant sirens, the occasional rumble of a car — turns ominous. And in that moment, I realize — this isn’t a joke anymore.

He mutters urgently. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his panicked words. “Relax, kid. No one is going to kill anyone. I’ll talk to them and ask them to back off.” Hunter relaxes his tone. “Yeah, man, thanks.” I release the call, place my phone on the console, and concentrate my eyes back on the road. I can understand why all of the men are on edge. Willem Kazik is a very dangerous man. A former Confradia Assassin who turned on the organization and killed many of our men. The asshole took a lot of intel and has made it to the top of our most-wanted list. Before Savage caught him, he was dealing with firearms, skin trade, and child trafficking. He even tried to kill Savage and Reaper’s wo

The bikers are clad in just black and they're both wearing helmets. " Fuck." I look at the handgun in my hand and smile. I might not like violence, but I've always envisioned myself using a gun. I know I'm messed up. Asa pulls out another gun as he shoots at the biker that's already next to us. The biker ducks, swerving to the left as the biker pulls out his gun. I shoot him in the head as his bike flies backwards, slamming itself against the cars behind. " Not bad." Asa says and I smile.

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

CHAPTER 15. DAY 1 AS AN OLD LADY. ~ASHLEY’S POINT OF VIEW~ The bikers form a pathway and Adams ushers me in. The air is thick and suffocating with tension. I swallow hard, eyes fixed on the ground, heart hammering in my chest. I can feel their hot stares on me no matter how hard I try to ignore them. All of them are Sons of Chaos—none of them like me. “We have rules, Rip. You can’t just wake up and decide to give some little brat who wasn’t introduced to the church full old-lady rights!” Matt sneers at Ripper.

For a second, I was sure I was about to watch the man I loved die in a horrible crash. But Tristan and his bike moved like they were one creature. Every tiny adjustment was perfect. He slipped between the other bikes like smoke and came out in the lead. The last two riders weren't giving up. They came at him from both sides, trying to use his speed to slingshot past him at the finish line. One pulled up next to his left side, the other on his right, both getting closer and closer, trying to use their bikes as weapons.

is all I can say, voice rough, low enough that only she can hear. Rhea tilts her head, all sultry confidence. “I didn’t know there was more to you than leather jackets and bikes,” she says, voice almost sweet—too sweet. My perfect little liar. She lets go of the chain. The sudden absence of her fingers feels like ice against my heated skin. She fixes it—trailing that same finger down my chest, following the lines of ink, watching them with the same obsessive hunger I feel every time I look at her. My breathing hitches. Just once, sharp.