I stepped out of the house, mounted my motorcycle, and roared off toward the party. As I descended the heights, I could see how busy my neighborhood was, just the way I liked it.
Arriving at the square, I spotted the lookout signaling my spot, and I nodded back, acknowledging him and the others who had followed me on their motorcycles. I turned off my motorcycle, dismounted, and grabbed my rifle from the young guy who handed it to me.
Walking through the crowd with my rifle held high, the music from the command played, and the crowd roared in celebration of my return. It felt good to see this place after four years locked up.
As I climbed the steps to the VIP area, I spotted a dark-haired woman in a revealing outfit, reminding me of the fierce woman now living in my house.
With the rad
