"What do you mean I'm your kryptonite, I'll be the death of you, and you're too dangerous for me?"

My hand slaps over my mouth in horror as I didn't want the whole group to hear but apparently my mouth had other things in mind.

"I don't know what you mean." Damien tries to deny. I roll my eyes at his lie and poke his chest.

"Answer me." I growl out. As I continue to jab at his chest with my small Vienna Sausage pointer finger.

"Geez. Can't you stop jabbing me with your knives for fingers? What do you do sharpen them?" Damien grumbles.

"Yes I sharpen them every morning just so I can stab you in the chest with my knives for fingers. Do I look like Edward Scissorhands or Freddy Kruger to you?" I growl back at him.

"What do you want woman? You're killing my high." He snaps at me while I ball my hands up in frustration.

"It's bad for you anyways! But that doesn't matter! Why did you say I was your kryptonite, I would be the death of you, and you're too dangerous for me. I want the truth damn it." I yell at him. As soon as my last word exits my mouth and is out in the open; Damien opens his eyes up wide. Either from my voice or what I have just said.

"How do you even..." He stops as he is trying to think.

"I heard you. I mean you said your whole speech in my room." I mumble out. His eyes darken in realization as he looks at me. He starts moving like a predator while I back up like I'm the prey. He reminds me of a lion about to pounce on a gazelle. My back hits the tree as he crouches down to look me in the eyes.

"You want to know why I'm too dangerous for you?" He growls in my face. All I can do is squeak as my head nods. He smirks a mischievous one and grabs ahold of my wrist. He tugs a little rougher than I expected. This causes me to lose my footing and stumble as he's pretty much dragging me out of the forest. We walk with his hand around my wrist all the way back to the parking lot. He lets go of my wrist and hands me a helmet out of his compartment. I look at him like he's an alien who said they were there to take my brain.

"Put it on with my jacket; I'm going to show you how dangerous I am. You only see what is outside your window and how I am at school. So put the shit on and lets go." He snarls as he smashes his jacket into my chest. Our car is parked next to his motorcycle so I toss the keys in the sun visor so Allie can drive home. I fumble with his helmet until he rolls his eyes and tightens it on my head. I put his jacket on. Once every equipment for this death trap is on; I decide to open my fat mouth.

"Any bubble wrap to go with this. I don't need my brains outside my skull yet."

"Are you scared?" He asks with a sinister smile on his face. I gulp and close my eyes. I'm about to die.

"Maybe a little." I whisper.

"Good. Get on." He grumbles. I don't budge one bit so he takes the opportunity to lift me up and place me in the front. He gets on behind me. Isn't this dangerous for me to be in the front? I mean I don't know a thing about a motorcycle but I'm pretty positive it is.

"Where's your helmet?" I ask.

"Don't wear one." He mumbles. His motorcycle rumbles beneath us. Vibrating my entire body including my soul.

"If you feel me lean, you lean. Place your hands on top of mine. And don't let go unless you want your brains outside your skull." He explains. I do as he says. Next thing I know hit let's go of one thing and before I could blink we were moving.... Moving fast through the parking lot. By the time we have hit the main road, he's already doing 60 mph in a 30 mph zone. By the time we make it to the corner store, I see our speed has hit 75.

Oh lord! I'm going to die!

You can hear the motorcycle shift down until we come to a complete stop at our one red light on this road. As soon as it turns green, we're turning left onto our road.

Why are we even going down our road?

He pulls up into his driveway and gets off. With one arm he pulls me out of the seat and begins to unhook my helmet. Immediately the helmet and jacket is off of me and into his compartment. I hear keys jingling and notice he's walking towards his shiny expensive car.

"Get in." He orders. Without arguing or thinking about how I could die; I obey and get into the passenger seat. As soon as my belt clicks, he is already in reverse. Once the front tires hit the road, he's already taking off. After a few twists and turns, we on the interstate heading towards I don't have a clue in all honesty. Soon we pass through Ashby in a blur. Twenty minutes outside of Ashby we are in s town I don't even recognize. We're only forty minutes from home. He pulls up at a gated community and behind the gates I can hear the rumbles of motorcycles. As soon as the gate opens a sign is in our faces.

Creed's Assassins MC.

He brought me to a fucking Motorcycle Club! I'm surely going to die. Please make it quick and painless.