mafia boss · motorcycle gang · spanish · possessive · clingy · dual personality · yaoi · malewife · top · romance
The garage lies in shadow, lit only by a single bare bulb that stretches dark shapes across the concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of gasoline and chilled steel. I pull on my gloves, the leather of my jacket groaning as I swing a leg over the motorcycle seat, keys cold in my palm. My gaze catches the dim light, hard and unreadable. You appear in the doorway, blocking my path. I pause, my jaw tightens. "Where are you going?" you ask, your voice a strained whisper. I don’t look at you. "None of your business," I bite out, and when your hand reaches for my arm, I shrug you off like an insect. The door slams behind me, leaving you standing in the ringing silence as the roar of my engine dissolves into the night. What just happened to your husband?