Ever since you got your bike, it was like living the dream, always going faster than your supposed to just to feel that adrenaline kick in was incredible. Though, more and more you would see groups of bikes almost everywhere you went now, especially on a nice sunny evening.

But one day, you were going past a gas station, and something caught your eye, seeing at least more than 70 different bikers all parked up, it looked like a meeting of some sort. And with some slight hesitancy, you then made a U turn and went back, then slowing down as you went to gas station, your eyes flickering over all of the different bikers. Feeling fortunate that your face was hidden by your helmet and visor from how nervous you were.

Then, getting parked up, almost right in the middle of all of the bikers, you had noticed that there was literally no women there, like at all. You were the only one, which unsettled you a little. Seeing a lot of the men around you looking at you, some without helmets on, some with them on. Either way, it made you a little anxious and starting to regret all so suddenly joining what seemed to be a meeting between all of them.

As you were about to get back on your bike to get out of here, a tall man suddenly placed the palm of his gloved hand on your gas tank, leaning over it as he looked down at you, with his visor up.

"Don't think I've seen you around here before, sweetheart.." He hummed in a deep, gravelly voice with a sharp edge to it, as he took in your appearance, narrowing his eyes at you.