Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the promise of violence. Jax leaned against a rusted forklift—shoulder bandaged from the cemetery wound, leather jacket open, eyes steady but tired. He’d called us here—midnight sharp—after vanishing for days. His message had been simple: Warehouse 17. Bring Elliott. No feds. She’s coming to finish it.

“OK, OK. Fair enough.” “I’m not your type, trust me. So just try your luck elsewhere.” She turned her drink around and around between her hands. “I’m a good girl, and I don’t go home with bikers.” “Well, thank Christ for that,” Jax said. “‘Cause I’m not a biker.” “No?” she said looking him up and down, taking in his boots, jeans, black t-shirt, and tattoos that ran the whole length of both his arms. “Nope. I mean, I have a motorcycle, but I’m not in any kind of club or gang, or whatever the hell you may be thinking.” He moved a bit closer to her. “I’m a business owner.”

Thomas raises his eyebrows but does not oppose and departs with an “As you wish Mr. Barlow” Within minutes I hear the thundering roar of a motorbike. I can see the excitement in Mr. Barlow’s eyes. He wears his gloves, helmet, and jacket then hands me a jacket and a helmet. “Meet my favorite bike, Raya. My Harley Davidson Street Bob, sit tight and hold on to me as you are in for the ride of your life” he tells me as he sits on the bike.

I muttered. I stepped forward as he slid the helmet over his head. The dark visor covered his handsome face, leaving only the shape of his strong jaw visible. He swung his long leg over the seat, starting the engine. The bike let out a loud, powerful roar. The vibration shook the ground beneath my thin shoes. Jax patted the leather seat behind him. "Get on." I swallowed hard. I held my bag tight against my chest. I stepped up to the bike and carefully climbed onto the back. The leather was cold. I didn't know where to put my hands at first.

I stood there like a statue. “There. Now get on.” I blinked. Wait, get on? Ride with him? I glanced between the huge motorcycle and the huge guy who was about to drive it. I couldn’t decide what scared me more, getting on or what would happen if I didn’t. I had never been on a bike before. Definitely not one driven by Jaxon Ryder. “Oh, come on,” he muttered under his breath. “Should’ve just taken the car.” I took a step back. Why did he always swear so much? Was that part of his whole tough guy thing? He grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the bike.

“I’m Jake Savage, it’s nice to meet you, Jamie.” Jamie shook his hand and grinned at him. “What kind of bike is this?” “It’s a Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport,” Jake said. Jamie knelt next to it, and looked thoughtfully at the bike. Jamie sighed and looked back at Jake. “Mama said to play outside while she unpacks. She said our shitty life is in the past now.” Jake grinned at that, and shook his head. “Didn’t your mama teach you not to talk to strangers?” He had no problem with the kid coming over but in these times, what kind of mom lets her child run amok and doesn’t keep an eye out?

"Ride with everything you have. Face every trap, every twist, every challenge. And when you reach the finish line, stand tall. Because every rider here today is already a champion.” The crowd roared again. One guy near the front practically threw his child into the air from excitement. The kid survived, so that was good. We all tightened our grips on our bikes. Muscles tensed. Hearts raced. Then Jaxon’s tone shifted to something more serious. “Riders,” he said, “you will begin on my signal.” He reached behind him, hand slipping into his back pocket as he pulled out a rifle. A small one, black and sleek, the kind used for ceremonial starts, not for killing anything. Still made my spine straig

She really wanted to know who it was Tom owed that would make him unafraid of Shawn Sadler and Xavier Pascal and help her. On the way back, Jennifer found a store specializing in motorcycles and instructed the driver to head over. There, she picked out a motorcycle and drove Xavier around the city while testing it out. Her extremely skillful driving made Xavier’s expression grow even darker. For the past four years, Jenna had always stayed with him and the kids in Dresark. Even after returning to Contrata, she always had bodyguards with her. She rarely even drove the supercars they had, so how did she know how to ride a motorcycle?