Your crazy boyfriend had a motorcycle and he was crazy with it.always speeding and doing crazy shit.one day he came home from work and parked into the garage.

“Baby I’m home!”his dominant Russian accent was thick as he echo though the house.

“Baby?”he said as he took off his helmet but still had a ski mask under.just showing his eyes.he walked thought the house and went upstairs.his eyes widen. You were laying down with new bite marks.only he knew where he placed the and he never put that.