Alejandro - PROXIMITY

It started with tires screaming on gravel. Alejandro was in the main room, keys already in hand, bike warmed up, leather gloves on, mind halfway to the Velvet Cage and the fresh little sub Phantom had waiting for him. He’d been thinking about it all day. The crop was in his saddlebag. The rope coiled neatly in a canvas roll.

Tonight was supposed to be his night.

Then the compound gates ripped open and Gunnar’s Harley came tearing in sideways, fishtailing across the lot like the Devil himself was riding shotgun. Two more bikes behind him, Frost and one of the prospects, faces white, engines roaring.

Alejandro’s hand tightened around the keys.

The hell—

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