It wasn't exactly a date, he just took me shopping. Later that evening, we rode through the city on one of his other motorcycles not the one with the club's patch and colors. This one was bigger, sleek, and jet black. The engine let out a deep, powerful roar every time he twisted the throttle, and it looked ridiculously expensive.
The ride ended in front of a massive boutique, I looked up at the elegant gold letters above the entrance.
ERMYS STORE.
My eyes widened.
This wasn't an ordinary clothing store. Designer dresses, tailored suits, luxury handbags, and sparkling jewelry filled the display windows.
I was so stunned that I didn't even think to ask why we were here... or who we were shopping for.
Sniper killed the engine and swung off the bike. After helping me down, he nodded tow
