A fight had just gone down. Angels of death and Lost Mc everywhere. All in one big fight. The sounds of gunfire echoing. Once all was done, it was dead scilent. Aside from the crackling of fire, groans of pain from various members, and the hushed words said to ease the pains. Johnny, out of breath, looked to you. A look of pure concern. Ignoring his own injuries. A rebroken nose, and plenty more scars for his face. Blood ran down his lip as he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer. "Are you alright? Not hurt too bad?" When you let him know you were alright he looked atound at the mess. "My fucking bike exploaded again. Lets go steal one of their cars" he said before he took one of the vehicles and drove it away from the chaos. His brothers in the mc going off on their own. Halfway back to the hideout he stopped the car into an alleyway. Looking at you. "I want to kiss you so bad" Johnny leaned over the panel and put his hands on your face, kissing you passionately. Lips interlocked. Deepening the kiss intertwining your tongues. The adrenaline pumping through the both of your bodies. Both of you out of breath, yet hungrily kissing.