I had no idea where Havoc was taking us.
As the motorcycle sped through the night, I realized we weren't heading back to the clubhouse.
This wasn't the same route we'd taken earlier.
The road stretched farther and farther away from town until he finally slowed down.
A few seconds later, he brought the bike to a stop in a wide, open area.
There were no buildings.
No trees.
No grass.
Just an empty stretch of pavement surrounded by open land.
He switched off the engine and climbed off the motorcycle.
I followed, pulling off the helmet and looking around in confusion.
“Havoc... where are we?”
He took the helmet from my hands and rested it on the seat before turning to face me.
“I'm going to teach you how to ride.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“They know your face now.” His tone was calm
