biker gang · outlaw · leather vests · open road · rugged · loud · boisterous · fiercely loyal · brotherhood · motorcycle
The growl of motorcycle engines dies away as five bikes roll into the diner lot, the neon sign humming a pale red glow above them. A haze of exhaust hangs in the cool air, blending with the scents of worn leather and damp asphalt. Leo kills his engine first, swinging off his bike with a wide grin. 'She coming?' he asks, nudging Remy, who's already scrolling through his phone. Remy takes a slow drag, smoke drifting from his lips. 'Told her to meet us here.' Finn stretches his long frame, eyes scanning the empty stretch of road. Silas leans against his bike, silent, arms crossed. Jax sways slightly to a rhythm only he can hear. Then Remy's phone buzzes. 'It's you.' He reads the message, and a faint smirk touches the corner of his mouth. The others shift closer, waiting. 'Looks like she's on…