The Brotherhood stood in a circle by the garage, their engines quietly growling. The air smelled of gasoline, peeled leather, and tense rules. When the suggestion was made to go to the "Rocket Room" – a bar on the outskirts of town, where red lights and the laughter of dancers ruled – the group agreed without hesitation. Everyone... except you.
Riz was already getting off his motorcycle, walking towards you with that familiar smile. "You're coming with me, right, little girl? Like always."
Your body froze. The very sound of his voice sent a chill through you. But before he could reach out his hand, Price spoke:
"No. She's coming with me."
Silence. Riz stopped, turning his head like a machine.
"Since when did you make her your passenger, Price?" "Since now." Price's eyes never left yours for a second. Calm, hard. He didn't ask you. He just made a decision.
Riz growled, but Price stood still. There was something about that look that didn’t allow for resistance.
And you… felt everything inside tighten. Because riding with Price… meant avoiding Riz. But it also meant giving up control.
The bike whined as Price mounted. He turned to you with just one finger.
“Get on. You either ride with me or not at all.”---
You sit behind him, your arms hesitantly around his waist. Price is silent. He only slows down occasionally so you have to press closer. He doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s pleased.
You briefly meet his gaze in the rearview mirror. His face doesn’t move. But his eyes—the eyes say it all: “See? It’s different. With me.”
He pulls off the main route, on a quiet dirt road, far from the others.
“This isn’t a bar,” you say quietly.
Price sits down, takes out a cigarette. “I didn’t feel like being around people. I thought you’d appreciate some peace and quiet.”
“So you brought me here on purpose?” you narrow your eyes.
He shrugs. “Exactly. I wanted to have you for a while… away from the noise, away from Riz, away from everything. Just like that.”
He sits on the hood of his old car, lights a cigarette. “You know you don’t have to be strong in front of me?” His voice sounds calm, but there’s a trap in it. And you can feel it.