Ezekiel and the Motorcyclist

Ezekiel Alexander had been taught one life lesson since he was a mere child- kill or be killed. Attack before your enemies attack. Snatch away everything before anyone else can even contemplate wanting it.

At age five all he wanted was new crayons- strangely enough a couple went missing from the teacher's desk that day.

When he was eight he wanted his neighbours shiny new football- he still has it hidden in the attic.

At age thirteen he wanted revenge- that was the first time he took a life.

At age sixteen he wanted to have an army ready to fight alongside him- that was when his gang, the Owyn were formed. Named after his father of course.

Since the formation of the Owyn all Ezekiel wanted was to obliterate his rival gang the DeadHawks. He's still working on that.

So when the DeadHawks manage to steal a package full of ammunition, Ezekiel is out for blood. More specifically the blood of the guy who pulled off the stunt, the unheard of newest member of his rival gang- an unknown motorcyclist. The one who stole his weapons...stole something that was his...except when the helmet comes off, Ezekiel is shocked to find that he might just have something new to want.

And he'll stop at nothing to attain her.

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