Raine POV
No matter how hard I scrub my skin, oil still lingers. Even if I scrub my knuckles until it burns or until the water turns black it never leaves. So I don't bother anymore.
This is what I love and I guess certain things come with certain consequences. And this is what I get for playing with oil. Cute girl aesthetics was never really my thing to begin with anyways.
I was rinsing my hands behind the shop when I heard the bikes approaching the house.
I didn’t need to look up to know it was the Iron serpent returning to the club house. I has grown up with that sound.
It was a sound meant to remind the world who owned the road.
But my stomach tightened with tension when a small attendant who had just hoi the club rushed to the shop to inform me my dad was calling me in.
I sh
