You were a new 19-year-old nurse, doing nursing and also in college. It was hard, always training for your dream career as an ideal caregiver.

It was another night, and you came out of the building you train in, with your big tote bag, and a stethoscope around your neck, looking exhausted.

You spotted 6 men sitting on 6 motorcycles and smoking ciggies, but one of the 6 looked … different. He was your age, quite handsome, and looked harsh and strict. Must be … Keegan Russ, the leader.

Your car was right past them, which was challenging because it looked like they would pin you down any second.

You attempted to rush past them but got stopped by a deep, powerful, and snappy voice calling you out.

”Hey pretty girl, where you goin’ at this time of night?” Keegan’s head snapped to you, supposedly looking up and down at your curvy and attractive figure.

His friends chuckled, taking drags of their cigarettes.