Wait!

We have more stops?

I have to go to this underground fight ring?

What are you showing me Damien?

Fear creeps through my bones and out my pores as I think about our next few adventures. Or maybe it's because Damien has hit 80 within ten seconds of pulling out of the gates.

Dear Lord, please make this seat belt stay in place.

We make the fifteen minute trip back to Valley Grove. Well, it's fifteen minutes with Damien's driving; it would be roughly twenty to twenty five minute drive if I was the driver. We pull up to a dingy warehouse looking place. Damien gets out and walk up the stairs to the top floor. He knocks on the door two times in a rhythm. The knocks could be heard all the way in the car where I am. I can see clearly as he pulls out the thick envelope as the door opens. Damien gets out of my view and I can hear a loud pop go off. Seconds later Damien is running down the stairs and slams into his driver side. He looks a little shoveled as he gets into the driver's seat. Before I could even register what the pop noise was or blink; we're already in speeding out of the parking lot. And heading down the main road again. He pulls up on our road in a matter of seconds. As soon as I register what the noise was, we're in his driveway.

"Did you get shot?" I question in horror trying to inspect him.

"Don't worry about it. Get dressed and be down here in ten. It's a bit of a drive." Is all he says as he exits his car. I do as he says and rush into my house and into my room. I throw on some skinny jeans, a shirt, and my boots. I'm done within five minutes. I run past Allie who's just gotten home; she has a what the fuck look on her face as I barrel past her. I make it to Damien's car in record time. Because he's already standing by his car with a large duffle bag. He's dressed in jeans, a white, a cut off vest, and his boots. As he turns around to open his trunk, I can read the back of his vest clearly.

Creed's Assassins MC
Ripper
Road Captain

Their logo has a Grim Reaper with skulls that look to be assassins surrounding the Reaper.

"Where's your jacket?" Damien suddenly says from his trunk.

"Shit." I groan in frustration. I left it on my bed.

"Don't worry. Wear this." Is all he says as he pulls a leather jacket out of his trunk and hands it to me. The front looks like a normal leather jacket. However, the back isn't so normal; the back is the logo of Creed's Assassins. With their name above it. Instead of putting up a fight, I put the jacket on. He nods his head and gets into his car. I get in beside him. As soon as my ass hits the seat, we're back to barreling out of his driveway. I click my seat belt in a hast. Once it's on, I grip the oh shit handle for dear life. He swerves smoothly around the sharp corners and turns down the back road leading towards Ashby again. Thirty minutes later we have entered a run down set of warehouses. He stops at the last warehouse on the right. This thing looks like it'll collapse in a matter of seconds. One wrong gust of wind and it'll come toppling down. We get out of the car and he pulls out his duffle bag from his trunk. He walks in big strides to the door. He does some tapping noise on the door and the door opens. As soon as we enter, we're walking down a set of dark spider web infected stairwell. I walk quicker to stay as close as possible to Damien. Im pretty much back to front with him as we maneuver down the stairs. He opens a door at the far end of the tunnel and as soon as it opens; we're greeted with all the people I've met earlier and than some.

"Nice to see you have a girl for once." Hellhound comments.

"We aren't together." Damien growls out.

"Everyone knows what her wearing your jacket means." Mac says behind Hellhound.

"It's not what it looks like." Damien mutters.

"Looks to us, she's your ol' lady." Reaper adds in.

"What do you all mean?" My voice is barely a whisper.

"If one lets a female ride on their motorcycle and or wears their jacket with their MC logo and name on it; it just confirms they're staking claims." A girl next to Dragon says.

"What's that confirm?" I meek out.

"'Means you're off limits. He's silently staking a claim on you." Bear laughs out.

He's what?!