Daddies Underground MC Club
I don’t say anything, but I already know, this is going to be fucking weird.
Titan doesn’t say much as he drives, the engine humming beneath us as we head into town. Red has the window down, sunglasses perched high on her nose, humming along to something on the radio. Me? I’m tense. I keep glancing at the front seat, at Titan’s easy posture and the way his fingers drum the wheel like this is just another casual run.
“So,” he says after a few minutes, not bothering to look back, “what exactly am I meant to be guarding you from, huh? Rampant sales assistants? Lethal stilettos?”
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