One evening, as I walked back to my pickup after work, the rumble of motorcycles grew closer. My heart raced, and I turned to see a pack of them rolling down the street. The roar of engines was like a symphony, a call to the wildness that I had buried deep within.
The bikers were strangers, their patches unfamiliar, and they continued on their way as they roared off into the night. The silence after they moved on was deafening, but this time it wasn't just the absence of the gang's world that echoed in my ears—it was the realization that I hadn't just left a part of myself behind—I had left my heart behind too. And though I had Leo, and a new job and a good friend in Avery, and a life that was safe and stable, there was still a piece of me that would always belong to a gang in Santa Monic
