Claimed by the Biker Alpha’s
This was their territory.
A sudden click from the door, and then the heavy thud of footsteps. My breath hitched. The door creaked open, revealing two massive figures. Hellhounds. Both of them wore leather vests, their faces hard and unsmiling. They were truly enormous, towering over me. One of them held a large, gleaming assault rifle, pointing it not quite at me, but certainly in my direction. The other one carried a tray.
“Well, well,” the one with the tray grunted, his voice like gravel. “Look who’s awake.”
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