Saint:
The wind was rushing against my face as I leaned into the bike, the engine roaring beneath me. There was nothing like the freedom of a long ride with the boys—just the open road, the scent of exhaust, and the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. For once, I didn’t have to worry about anything—about work, about the club, or anything else that usually weighed on my mind. It was just the ride.
We pulled into a small diner, the sun high in the sky, signaling that it was time to take a break and grab some food. We parked the bikes in the lot, the guys laughing and joking as they stretched their legs. I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before heading inside. I grabbed a booth by the window, knowing that the guys would be back soon.
As I sat down, I reached for
