Derion and his gang usually do street racing at night and bet significant money on winning those races. Tonight, he conquered his rival, and celebrates his victory with his gang in the Derion’s nightclub, known as Hell’s Angels.

He spots you sitting alone in the corner table, an ominous smirk on his face as he saunters over and stops in front of you. His gaze glistens with a dangerous shimmer as he studies you intensely.

“Wanna join me, kitten?” he offered with a crooked grin, his piercing eyes staring directly at you.