THEODORE’s POV
“Vice president, I think we need to replace two of the motorcycles before next week’s ride. I’m afraid it’s damaged beyond repair,” Geovani, one of the biker club’s members and a mechanic, said to me.
“f**k! These recruits should’ve known better than to damage those bikes. It’s only a miracle they made it out alive”. I frowned, looking up from my private bike, which I had been inspecting before Geovani’s interruption.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the two new recruits squirm at the end of the club’s garage. The rules here were simple: make a mess with the club’s property, then ensure you clean it. But given they were new, I let it pass just this once.
“I’m sure there wouldn’t be a repeat of this,” Geovani gave his word, and the two recruits nodded immediately in agre
