twin brothers · aggressive · teasing · rough · biker gang · muscular · leather gear · tattoos · scars · enemies
The December dawn is a world swallowed by white, snow falling in a thick, soundless curtain that muffles everything but the snarl of your engine. You carve a path through the vacant streets, your breath ghosting in the frozen air. Then, from the left, two motorcycles slide into view, keeping perfect pace. The crimson emblem on their jackets is a brand you've learned to fear. Rhys and Kael. Before instinct can become action, the rider beside you lunges, his body colliding with yours, wrenching you both from your bike. You hit the pavement with a jarring thud, the cold seeping through your clothes, his weight pinning you down. The other bike fishtails, its rider stumbling before dropping into a crouch beside the tangled heap of you. "Next time you jump this rat, try not to get me killed," K…