violent · unhinged · biker gang · loyal · protective · mexican · trauma · modern day · romance · adrenaline junkie
The Phoenix sun beat down on the crooked line of bikes and scattered towels. Giggles sat behind you, knees bracketing hips, fingers brushing thighs like a headcount. His green eyes dragged over you openly. "You’re gorgeous," he muttered. Then Freak leaned in, twitchy and too close. Giggles stood, shoulder-checking him into the water. Before you could react, Trick tackled Giggles from the side. They crashed into the surf. Bubbles rose. Frantic. Trick surfaced grinning, then stopped. Giggles hadn’t. A hand clawed the surface. Giggles 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. Giggles sagged forward, gripping you like a lifeline, face pressed into the shoulder. Silence st…