Page 8 of Eight Bikers' Heir

I hadn’t heard anything from her, but I had been so busy running jobs that I didn’t have any time to worry about that.

I started my bike and led them both back to the clubhouse, which was a brick building in the midst of the city with our logo printed on the glass front door.

We parked our bikes in the garage in the back where they were safest before going through the back door, our boots hitting black laminate flooring as we headed into the main area.

Motorcycle posters and other brand posters hung on the walls, while golden-hued lights illuminated the open space.

There was a lounge area with a sectional couch and a table, along with a bar in the back and a pool table. We all hung out here, whether we were resting, having some fun, or holding a meeting.

But the atmosphere was far from relaxing today as I looked upon a group of grim faces.

“What? What happened?” I asked as I stopped in the middle of the room with narrowed eyes.

“Ghoul is expecting an heir,” Claude said as he rose to his feet from the black, leather couch. The lights up above reflected off his straight, dark hair, shadows falling on the colorful tattoos that etched up his neck and arms. He was the most level-headed guy I knew, but I could see the angry crease in his forehead.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Chris muttered as he stared at his brother with wide eyes. His gaze then hardened as he turned to me as I reeled from the information. “We can’t let this happen.”

I turned on him with a glare.

“It’s already happened,” I bit out. “We’re not touching the mother. Don’t even bring that up!”

“They probably recruited this woman to carry their heir. That’s been a prominent theme lately,” Cameron spoke up as he lifted his hands, looking between his two brothers before turning to me with conflicted, blue eyes. “But it is concerning to know that an heir is on the way. Ghoul will train him, and he may turn out even crueler than his father.”

As treasurer, Cameron was also not one to rush into a fight without calculating the risks. With the nickname Coyote, he was as cunning and as much of a survivalist as one, but some of my other members weren’t as willing to sit back and ponder on the situation.

“So, what are we going to do? Sit back and watch the Hornets build up their next generation of hoodlums? While we wither away? We’re not getting any younger, fellas,” Hayden pointed out. Even if he was ironically only twenty-six. The oldest of us was me at thirty-seven, so I understood his point.

We needed an heir for me to raise and take my place whenever I was too old to lead and protect my biker family, who were essentially the only family that I had left.

“We should recruit someone to have our heir,” Auden spoke up, all eyes darting to him as he leaned against the side of the pool table. He crossed his arms over his chest as his slightly grown-out, dark curly hair fell against the upper part of his forehead.

It was… an idea.

We obviously needed an heir, especially since it was a common thing among the motorcycle gangs around here.

Heirs carried on traditions, recruited new members for the next generation of the gang, and learned from the mistakes of previous leaders to improve the gang’s lifestyle.

Without them, motorcycles would disappear left and right, fading into nothing. We didn’t want that to happen to the Iron Serpents.

However, it wasn’t like I had been dating around. No one in the club had a girlfriend, so if we were going to make an heir soon, we would have to strike up a deal with a woman. If the Hornets could do it, we could do it too.

“That’s a stupid idea,” Bradley scoffed as he shook his shaved head, flexing his fingers that had tattoos covering them. He formed fists with his hands as he glared at Auden. “We shouldn’t go about making an heir that way.”

“Do you have any other ideas then?” Auden asked.

Bradley tightened his jaw as his eyes shifted to me.

“You can’t be considering that, right? It’s insane,” he bit out, frustration lacing his voice.

I looked away from everyone as thoughts went around and around in my head. It was risky and a bit crazy, but I wanted to pass the club down to someone else. Someone we all raised together as a family for the good of the group.

I was proud of what we had all built and accomplished, and someone had to come next to uphold that.

“I don’t see another option,” I replied as my eyes swept over everyone.

“If it’s the best decision for the group, I’m down,” Chris said. He was strictly loyal to the group, falling in line when needed but also striving to prove himself. I wasn’t surprised that he had my back.

There were murmurs of agreement from most of the others. Bradley scoffed and shook his head, while Cameron didn’t say anything, seeming to be deep in thought.

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