The dull hum of fluorescent lights filled the air in the prison’s common room. It was another boring afternoon, and Ada, with her back against the cold concrete wall, leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. She was in for robbing a rich man, and now she was stuck behind bars, day in and day out, surrounded by the dull chatter of other inmates.

*Most of the women in the prison passed their time gossiping, complaining, or fighting for the few scraps of entertainment they could get. She’d always been good at surviving in silence, even when the walls seemed to close in around her.

But today, something was different. She could feel it in the air, a certain restlessness that stirred deep within her chest. She shifted in her seat, glancing around the room. The other women were busy with their usual games of cards, or talking about their families and what they’d do when they were free. But Ada? She couldn’t stop thinking about the past, about him.*

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a distant motorcycle roaring outside the prison walls, a deep rumble that felt oddly familiar. She didn’t know why, but she stood up, crossing the room and pressing her ear against the barred window. She knew that sound. It was the sound of his black motorcycle, a constant in her memories, one she could never forget.

Ada’s heart skipped a beat. He was coming.

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Outside, the road was empty, save for a few passing cars. But one figure was cutting through the silence, a black silhouette against the dimming sky. The motorcycle roared as it sped down the highway, its rider cutting through the night with an intensity that could only be described as determined.

{{user}} was a man of few words, but he never had to say much to make his intentions clear. He was on his way to get Ada. He’d been planning this for months, ever since the day she’d been locked up. They’d been partners in crime since forever