~TESSA~
The bass from the speakers hit like thunder, vibrating through the ground beneath my heels
The air was quite... thick with smoke, leather, and gasoline... a cocktail that screamed biker territory.
Engines roared from the back lot where the latecomers were still pulling in, headlights slicing through the dark.
I was having a good time. Yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off my prince charming.
Ryder’s arm was warm around my waist, solid and steady. His cut brushed against my bare arm as we moved through the chaos of sound and laughter and clinking bottles.
Everywhere I looked, there were patches... rival MCs, support crews, women in boots and lace, tattoos inked across skin like stories that never ended.
It was wild. Loud. Dangerous.
And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t
