The Biker's Fashion Designer
I handed his pay to him, my hand shaking a bit.
Drawing in a sharp breath, I stepped out of the car, shutting the car door quietly.
The gates of the clubhouse were wide open, luckily for me. I was greeted with the smell of smoke and engine oil as I walked inside, clutching my purse tightly.
The clubhouse wasn't as tall as I had expected, but it was wide as fuck, some parts painted pitch black, other parts were grey.
Another distinct thing I noticed was a big ass painting of the club's emblem on the wall facing the gate. It was a viper wrapped around a skull, its fangs directly at the top, venom dripping on the cheeks. The whole image was literally screaming...
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