I call him the devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks, I cant help but let him in.
"You're not as Evil as people say you are."
"No." He laughs. "I'm much worse"
He held a knife, a gun, and smile. Assuredly, the most fearsome...
I will be introducing new characters through out the chapter finally! Heres the first one ;)
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How many times have I told you not to go there?" Damon sighed angrily, as he brushed his face with the palms of his hand.
"We have been on the rode for two days straight! you cant blame me if I want to go home." I yell in Damon's ear making sure he can hear me over the motorcycle engine.
"Stop complaining were almost there."
after What seemed like hours of fighting with Damon and not seeing a single car the whole trip, we finally arrived at wherever it was that Damon was taking me. Nothing but tall forest trees, and mountains covered the area. It was actually quit beautiful.
"you know most people wouldn't go on a road trip with a criminal." I scuff as I get off the motorcycle, stepping on leaves and branches.
looking around I saw what seemed to look like a house, but cabin styled. It was two stories, with pine tress surrounding it.
"Well most people wouldn't have a criminal as a roommate." He provokes.
following Damon closer to the house, I could see a bunch of other motorcycles parked next to the cabin. "What is this place.?" I ask as Damon opens the door.
"We all need a place to escape to... this is where my club goes whether they're in trouble, or just need a place to stay.
"Great. So you took me to your getaway house.'' I rolled my eyes.
"sorry its not a 4 star hotel princess." he smirks making my blood boil.
I watched Damon leave with one of the bikers as they went to go talk in private, and I was left alone with a biker that was having a drink. At this point I was too tired to listen in on their conversation, so I decided to stay and wait for Damon.
It was really quit and not too many people seemed to be here for a 'club.' ''Looks like you could use this." pulling me out of my thoughts, I looked away from my feet and up at the tall biker standing in front me. he handed me a glass of whiskey, and smiled.
He was huge, toned muscled, dark hair, and had tattoo's covering his body. I was a bit startled by his kind actions, but I accepted his gesture, and took a sip of the drink.
"rough day?" his husky voice spoke.
I laughed. "More like rough week." I said before downing the rest of whisky.
"I getcha shit happens, ya know." he took another sip of his drink, "What yo name?"
''Adrien." I smiled slightly.
"They call me smoker around here, if you need anything just let me know."
I was surprised by how friendly Smoker was with me, even though I was an outsider. I'm 90 percent sure everyone here has committed multiple crimes.
