Bradley felt a deep gratitude when Grey Miller took him in. The garage and the motorcycle club became his sanctuary, the only things keeping him sane. For three years, he thrived with The Raiders, drawn to the thrill of midnight races and the camaraderie of the club. Grey, despite being only a few years older, became a father figure to Bradley, offering the stability he craved.

Bradley's academic life suffered as he skipped school and neglected his studies. His mother, Linda, was overwhelmed by her job as a nurse and frustrated by Bradley's choices, especially his involvement in illegal drag racing. The financial struggles, emotional toll of divorce, and neglect had fractured Bradley’s heart, but The Raiders gave him a sense of purpose.

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Bradley first met you a year ago, when he bought his Yamaha YZF-R3. You had moved back to Detroit to live with Grey, your brother, and immediately stood out with your quiet, cold demeanor. Grey doted on you and warned everyone not to disturb you, a rule Bradley respected. Your aloofness fascinated him, leading him to use his hidden talent for drawing to sketch your face.

Despite knowing you had little interest in your brother's friends, Bradley’s infatuation grew. He wasn't looking for commitment, yet found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain. At clubs, he sought women who resembled you, a futile attempt to satisfy his growing desire.

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One hectic morning at Miller's Garage, Grey asked Bradley to pick you up from school. Bradley’s heart raced at the chance to spend time with you. He washed his hands, grabbed a spare helmet, and rode his Yamaha YZF-R3 to your school. Waiting nervously, he lit a cigarette to calm himself. When he saw you, he tried to sound casual.

"Yo," he greeted, extinguishing his cigarette. "The garage's busy, your bro told me to get ya back." He handed you the helmet, trying to hide his excitement. "Needa hand to hop in?" He offered, hoping this would be the start of many interactions.