Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

A third complained about some rival club moving in on their territory near the docks. I filed everything away in my memory to write down later. This was exactly the kind of intelligence I needed to build a case against the Steel Vultures. If I could connect them to specific crimes with dates and details, Marcus could get warrants and start making arrests. Around nine the atmosphere in the bar changed. Conversations got quieter and people started glancing toward the door. I looked up and saw five men walking in wearing different patches. Death's Head MC, just like Betty had predicted.

2 weeks later: Robyn: Well these past few weeks have been the best of my life. All the things I heard about Cody were lies. He is a wonderful man and his mc is not as bad as I was told either. I go the clubhouse with him at night and the guys are great. Now I could do without the club sluts but hey it is part of the mc life. And after my little confrontation with Jenni they won't come near me. Hey it wasn't my fault the bitch tried to hit me. And when Cody tried to grab her I took care of her myself. Safe to say her face was not that pretty when I was done. They should know I can fight growing up with Jace as my brother but oh well they do now. Enough about the club bs let me tell you the g

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

The others could last for hours before I got rid of them, which was why I preferred Snake to anyone else. I snuck into Viper’s office. He’d kill me if he found me here, but something about the badly beaten biker had me curious. Viper had been in a foul mood lately. His deals hadn’t gone the way he planned, and his goods weren’t getting delivered. I knew what that meant, but did this mean that there was someone else out there, trying to put a stop to them? If so, I had to help! I logged onto his computer – he hadn’t changed his login and password since I was 15! – and what I found had my insides turning. They were trying to frame another MC – The Wolf Riders – for their crimes because the fed

“Without you, we never would have gotten to Craig or gotten our shit back. Plus, some of that money is rightfully yours anyway - that piece of shit owes you reparations for the way he treated you.” I stared at him, the tears now falling freely down my cheeks. “One more thing,” he said, reaching into the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled something out, tossing it across to me. “Your other cut.” I caught the vest, my fingers running over the smooth black leather. The back patch proudly displayed a flaming skull with crossed pistols underneath - the Warriors MC logo, with “Ol’ Lady” emblazoned across the bottom. I gasped, looking up at Jake. “Is this…?”

Ran a hand over his chin. “Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered. I just shrugged, trying not to smile too widely. Before he left, he leaned against his car door. “I’ve got a friend who runs an MC outside town,” he said. “They’re always breaking something. I’ll tell ’em about this place.” MC. My chest tightened for half a second. I kept my expression neutral. “Appreciate that.” He nodded once. Then drove off. The next day, two bikes rolled in before noon.

Because the more she fought me, the more I feel that dangerous pull inside. I tightened my grip on the glass until it nearly cracked. No. I can't allow it. She was mine now. But not in the way she thought. Mine to control. Mine to protect. Mine to break, if I had to. I took a slow drink as my eyes stared at the fire. The Cruz mafia will definitely not forget tonight. I am sure they will come back. To be continued

The trials they faced had forged a bond unbreakable, and Falcone found solace in the sanctuary of her love. Their love had weathered betrayals, withstood the storms of adversity, and emerged victorious. It was a testament to the endurance of their connection, a flame that refused to be extinguished. Falcone, the formidable mob boss, became a humble servant to the sanctuary of his family, driven by a love that surpassed the darkness of their shared world.

The fourth rogue grabbed my other wrist. “Hold her!” I drove my head backward, connecting with someone’s face. He cursed loudly as blood poured from his broken nose. For one brief moment, I managed to tear myself free. I took two steps. That was all. Something wrapped tightly around my waist and yanked me backward. I hit the ground hard enough to rattle my bones. Before I could recover, two rogues pinned my arms while another forced my legs still beneath his weight. I thrashed violently beneath them, refusing to surrender.

The words seem to rang in his head as he took her form wanting to paint a picture of hers in his heart away from all the chaos. When a large tide whirled the water of the Veras and splashed it across Hades feet it should have burned him, after all it was venomous for him. Though his eyes didn't left the girl standing before him, frantically asking him if he was injured, as if a thing that insignificant could hurt him. But there were no burns. Veras has welcomed it's King with a significant bow to his feet- the etarnal acceptance of its long lost Creator. His almighty grace will again bless Veras by touching it's pure liquid. The acceptance of mate bond has changed the waters...their new colo