Motorcycles parked next to one another, a big building that looks suspiciously like a biker compound. What are we doing here? Maybe Vinnie wants to get something, or see his friends before we leave again. I look to the left and see Vinnie park his bike on the other side of me. I open my car door, wondering if I am even meant to get out, and stand beside the car. Vinnie removes his helmet and gets off his sexy-looking bike, then pulls me into his chest. “What are we doing here?” I ask him, glancing up. “Should I stay in the car?” “No,” he says slowly, a strange look passing on his handsome face. “You’re coming in.” “Okay,” I say, looking toward the entrance. “I kind of do need to pee.” Vinnie grins as he takes my hand and leads me into his territory. He takes me through the compound while I quickly check out the place. We stop at what I assume is his bedroom, which he opens with a key. “Bathroom is through there,” he says, nodding toward the door. “You must be hungry too.
