MOTORCYC

ent, (

esident

cer.

at arms

tary

secretar

rer. (

Treasure

aptain

r member

ock music with strong beats spilled the enormous club, pulsating the throbbing ener

rious colors. One member, Jayden, is a neat freak who is comp

. She had tattoos covering her neck, and her jet black hair had a hint of green at the si

s busy with drawing more

d in a vest that dis

eant of arms. They both discussed a particular even

ed down the DJ's music so he c

apping his hands above his head. Everyone left wh

s. With twenty-two males and just three f

ared at Carl as he cleared h

t stop us from making plans and engaging in various activities. The Bikesparks group is hos

ked at once, faces brimmed w

vited as well to perform some stunts for them." Carl added, and there was a hiss among the members. Most of them rolled their eyes and some of them balled their fists,

hey were in college. His father, a drug addict, never loved him and spent most of his time on gambling a

the wild Hogs motorcycle club. There were no records about him being married or having any kids. People only knew him as

ee the motorcycle club's growth and attract further members. Carl, who was raised witnessing his father lead a wild lifestyle,

buddies, but now they were rivals who took pleasure in the same activities. Adrian Ronaldo, Carl's opponent, ser

her as friends. While Carl had spiky brown hair, olive-toned skin and deep emerald

d anyone in their right senses make us compete with them?" jade

potential and skills, every member of the Wild Hogs team d

murmurs erupted and Carl banged h

s team, so stop making a fuss out of it. We only need to practice in order to defeat them

e at each of their faces whil

evaluated during the race, including our poise, teamwork, and the stunts we plan to pull off. The winner will be determined by totaling those points. Remem

all nodded before placing the

do this,

es

team!" Ca

used before separating their joine

es, a few of them moved to the dance floor to groove to the intense pace and rhythm. While Justin went ba

of the members and they did a mini bike race to prepare

essly on the table. Mason, his closest friend, and

is phone and stared at it with wide

" Carl

r phone now? Is

hone. "Not at all. Displaying no indications

his phone. Dropping it down, he ruffled h

a. And that girl. Who's she, by the way?" Mason asked, ke

.but I guess I often see

y?" A shocked Mason stu

aimed, finding it hard to believe. Carl was never a type to hold books for a minute, l

library because of her? I mean

while Carl ro

If I were to select girls to f**k, do

as never infatuated with girls, as al

usual locations when something piques his interest. Am I right? Let's take

eone approaching hesitantly, his eyes widened.. Not just anyone, but it was the drunk girl from last night. The one they were discussing at the moment. The girl

eryone's faces. She gawked as an enormous clubhouse glared back at her and most people

her fingers and bury her eyes on her shoes...She stared back at him and his cold emotion

tty, and simple. Something about her amuses Carl, but he just couldn't lay his finger on it. She was the main reason he we

hed his, softly like a dragonfly on water. It

ecame heavy and she couldn't even move an inch from where she stood. She wished that the earth could open and swallow her so s

art beat faster. She held her breath, the air on her skin rising as

. He towered over her with narrowed eyes as he took in her appearance.

you last night," the words slowly roll

ed her to the wall, making her back lean on it. She forcefully o

n, making them

he call of a death knell. He traced her jaw with his fingers before settling his gaze on her perky breasts. Every

mirks on his face. His eyes bored into hers wi

under her breath, wondering w