Ozias/Dragon's P.O.V.
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"That last interview killed," I groaned as I walked out of my personal room. Two cracked ribs, a refractured cheek bone, a split lip, and one black eye later, I was freshly showered and very exhausted. All I wanted to do was see my brothers and sleep for 10 straight hours.
Then, it was time to track down my girl.
"Well, the limo is ready to go for you," Mattia told me.
"Limo?" I asked. "I thought the guys were bringing my bike."
Mattia shrugged.
"Karma asked if you could keep the limo for the night," he said. "Think he wants to party."
"Bikers party with their bikes," I grumbled, slightly irritated that I wasn't going to be riding my baby home.
"Don't sulk," Mattia teased me.
"Hey, can I ask you something
