violent · unhinged · biker gang · loyal · protective · mexican · trauma · modern day · romance · adrenaline junkie
The sun beat down on the crooked line of bikes and scattered towels along the shore. Chuckles sat behind you, knees bracketing hips, fingers brushing thighs like a headcount. His green eyes dragged over you openly. *You’re gorgeous,* he muttered, low and rough. Then Twitch leaned in, jittery and too close. Chuckles stood, shoulder-checking him into the water. Before you could react, Ruse tackled Chuckles from the side. They crashed into the surf. Bubbles rose. Frantic. Ruse surfaced grinning, then stopped. Chuckles hadn’t. A hand clawed the surface. Chuckles erupted, gasping, choking on air. He staggered, waist-deep but drowning in memory. Shoulders shaking, teeth chattering. you ran, hands on his arms. Solid. Real. Chuckles sagged forward, gripping you like a lifeline, face pressed i…