The Bikers Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novel Novels & Stories

My hands trembled in my lap and I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms until they burned. The car rolled to a stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them stood a sprawling mansion, dark and imposing against the evening sky. Bikers moved around the courtyard, some repairing bikes, others sparring shirtless with knives glinting in the last rays of sunlight. Wolves padded between them, their eyes reflecting the headlights like liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just some biker gang. It was something else. Something ancient and terrifying. And why did they have wolves as....pets?

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

Felt like it too. I turned back toward the garage. Reapers were waiting. Liam was lurking. And Boris—he was already caged. All that was left was deciding how hard we wanted to hit back. The Reapers rolled in like a storm that had finally found its eye. Bikes lined up clean, engines cut, and the van eased in behind them. Ripper stepped out first—his cut worn, his face carved with months of searching. He didn’t look around. He looked straight at me.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Albert and I dove for cover as gunfire tore through the room. "Go!" Albert shoved me toward the elevator. "Get out!" "Not without you!" He fired at the mercenaries, dropping one. But there were too many. They had position, training, numbers. We were going to die in this penthouse. Then the elevator doors opened behind us. Knox and Hammer emerged with ten bikers, guns blazing. "Thought you could use backup," Knox said, taking position. The fight was brutal and close. Mercenaries versus bikers in a luxury penthouse forty stories up. Furniture exploded. Windows shattered. Bodies dropped.

Never in such a manner. We have enemies, yes, but only a fool would attack the clubhouse knowing that the club is filled with highly trained bikers, not only that, some members are former military and they know how to fight. But this feels and smells like a massacre. I jump out of my bike and Hera is already off of it. " What the hell?" She whispers and her words are enough to make my blood boil. I run forward, heading to the entrance of the clubhouse. The sight before me is enough to have me freeze.

I stood frozen outside my apartment while my neighbors peeked through half-open doors, pretending not to stare then a groan sounded behind me and I remembered Damian. I looked down and saw him pushing himself upright from the floor, one hand clutching his jaw. The second he fully sat up, anger exploded inside me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped. He laughed bitterly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “So your biker fuck buddies knock me unconscious now? Nice.” “Don’t start.” “Is this what I deserve after everything I did for you?” he shouted. I winced immediately as his voice echoed through the hallway, now the neighbors really had a show.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

The bikers didn't have any idea of what is happening inside the mansion which they took over from Alesso. Most of the bikers who are in Alesso's room shoot in the general direction of the bed to kill Alesso. As it is dark, they just saw a figure lying on the bed under the blankets. None of them knows that the man under that blanket is not Alesso. Reed and Nero along with his men used the biker's distraction to their advantage and shot most of the bikers. Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead.