Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

Patrick O’Reilly exhaled a thick plume of smoke and stabbed his cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray on the table in front of him. He gave a barely perceptible nod of his head, and the doors were flung wide, granting admittance to three men, two of whom were dragging in the third. “He’s here.” Patrick rose to his feet and tugged the black leather kutte over his shoulders. There were two patches on the worn old vest that set his apart from the rest of the members of the Steel Claw Motorcycle Club: the most important in this particular moment was the one that read “Vice President”.

I keep my arms crossed and my eyes on Adrianna as she brings out every single toy she has ever owned and shows Chance. Austin, Chance and I were the only ones that came here. Austin had Slice and Ghost go over to the hospital to keep an eye on Candy, Max is with Shawna, and Bone is with Abby while she visits Julia, Austin's mother. The rest of the old ladies were called and told not to come to the clubhouse. Since this is a threat to us, we are officially on lock down. It's strange knowing we were just betting on an MC not being real and it all being some elaborate scheme to get to our heads from Alberts, and now here we are not one hour later, trying to figure out who the hell the Rejects M

Harley sit on the couch alongside with them. Harley and Howard looking at each other before they open their mouth to tell the whole story so that they will understand who they are, what they are and their destiny. “ Adryan… You’re the real vampire, ” Harley said while looking at Adryan in the eyes. Adryan looking at Harley with an expression that show he doesn’t understand with that. He shaking his head did not believe what Harley just said. “ You must be joking or whatever but still it doesn’t funny. Really not funny, ” Adryan chuckling.

If something in the air changes when a man like me passes by. Probably not. The van hits a pothole, and the chain between my ankles bites into my skin. Pain sparks, sharp and clean, and for half a second, I welcome it. At least it’s real. The guard finally speaks. “You good?” Not out of concern, but just the procedure. “Yeah,” I say. He nods, satisfied, and goes back to his silence. Time stretches, minutes blur into something shapeless. I try counting turns, landmarks, anything to mark progress, but eventually even that feels pointless. Wherever we’re going, I’ll get there. Resistance doesn’t exist anymore. The system moves, and I move with it.

He knew the path ahead would be paved with conflict and that the clan's judgment would be brutal, but there was no more room for doubt. The choice of mate had been made, and Helena Moore was no longer the fugitive seeking peace in the shadows. She was the woman who had decided to embrace the fire, uniting her soul with Dante Blackwood's beast in a pact that defied millennia of history. Forbidden love had now become the foundation of a necessary resistance. While the motorcycle club members exchanged glances laden with rivalry and uncertainty, Helena remained steadfast. She knew that the real war was only beginning, and that her next step would take her directly to the heart of the pack's jud

On the desk sat a brass name plate that read Viper – Chief Executive Officer. “Gentlemen, please come in,” he said, before setting the knife down and coming over to shake our hands. “I’m sorry about all the mess and the noise. We had a bit of a housekeeping problem, but it’s all cleared up now.” Viper was young, handsome, and looked nothing like any MC president I’d ever seen. Hell, he didn’t look like any kind of biker I’d ever seen. He looked more like a telenovela star, playing the role of a drug lord. His jet-black hair was slicked back, and he spoke with a thick Mexican accent.

Clearing his throat he replies, “You know, I met him at the Abby. I was in need of a beta, and he was in need of a pack. Why so curious alpha Greyson?” I anticipated Crane questioning me back and gave it to him straight, only because you can tell a lot from a man's mannerisms and his eyes. “I only ask because he seemed familiar like I had met him once before.” “And where did you hale from, before you were a rogue?” I’ll give it to the dated alpha, he was sharp. “Like Jamerson here, I was born a rogue. Never knew any pack life. Only the Renegades.” I lie convincingly, hoping he doesn’t know any different.

Once again, I was hoping that I could get a place to stay. “I am Bethany Middleton,” I introduced myself to the woman because I thought she was kind. “A Middleton? How are you related with Roger Middleton?” “My father,” I replied without any hesitation and she just nodded her head. Even if she wouldn’t ask me for the details, I knew she already had an idea about what happened to me. “You become a rogue.” “He kicked me out, and stripped me of my birthright.” “Well, some men are just harsh, darling. We don’t plan to be a rogue but we ended up as one. My mate rejected me because I am an omega, and kicked me out of the pack. Fortunately, Claybourne has a place for us. Oh, she’s coming back!”

Magnus also needed to keep Sapphire safe from Ivory and Ivory safe from recrimination if she was truly interested in leaving the Vagas Moon. They returned to where the girls waited. One of his men explained who they saw behind the café to Magnus, and he was glad they were preparing for war. These were some of the wolves who made everyone’s lives a misery in town. They liked to hassle people and make mischief about the town. Basically, they were the town bullies and the Vagas Moon’s enforcers.

Behind it, three more bikes were laying carelessly. They were made of black leather and belonged to the Vultures; my brothers. Smoke oozed off the first bike as the rider approached, his grin wide and careless. “Look who’s finally out. Still remember what freedom feels like?” I tried to smile but it came out forced. “Feels lighter than steel bars, I guess.” He pulled me into a hug. He smelled like oil and cigarettes. “We kept your girl tuned, didn’t think you’d want anyone else touching her.” He said gesturing to the bike behind him.