I sit stunned; here I am on the back of a motorcycle with Chance Danger, a leader in the D.B.B, Death Blood Blades. The back of his Jacket lists his rank and club name. “Hold on tight,” he says as he pulls away from the curb. We ride for what feels like hours until the sun sets. I feel even colder and can’t help but to cling onto Chance's warm back. I slip my hands underneath his vest and feel so warm. He had put a helmet on me before we left, it smelled like perfume and I knew it was for any girl really. I probably would just be a notch in his bedpost if I let him have me. Once chance finally pulled over, I get off his bike without falling “Impressive,” he says. “What?” I ask. “Most girls’ that have never ridden before fall off,” he laughs. “Well, I was blessed with some balance I guess,” I say as I dust myself off. “Where are we?” I ask. “We are at my home,”
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