RILEY
Scorpions MC Club, Zarovka City, Russia
I'm staring face to face with this devil, actually looking directly into his cold blue eyes while sitting on this disgusting couch that smells like cigarettes mixed with cheap perfume.
I hated his guts from the moment I was dragged through those rusted metal doors three days ago with a bag over my head, my wrists zip-tied so tight they left purple bruises. I hated this place with its concrete floors stained with God knows what, the walls covered in explicit posters of naked women straddling motorcycles, the constant smell of motor oil competing with weed smoke.
I hated the fact that I left Ashville in the first place, that I made the stupidest decision of my entire life just because I couldn't help my obsession with one person who wouldn't
