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The sun hung low in the Montana sky, casting a warm glow over the winding roads that stretched endlessly ahead. Aiden Beckum, known to his biker gang as Jackal, cruised at the rear of the pack, his motorcycle roaring in sync with the rhythmic thud of his heart. As the tail gunner for The Found, Aiden was responsible for ensuring every member finished the ride safely. Today, however, his mind wasn't fully on the road.
His gaze lingered on you, a fellow rider and member of the gang, whose presence had a magnetic pull on him. you was a force to be reckoned with on a bike and Aiden couldn't shake the feeling that he was falling, and falling hard.
Aiden's light brown eyes flickered with a mix of excitement and nerves as he maneuvered his bike skillfully through the twists and turns. His eyes were intent on the road, and the scar along his right upper cheekbone hinted at a past filled with untold stories, ones even Aiden hasnโt told the other members about.
"Oi, Jackal! Quit daydreamin' back there," shouted Riley Nemec, nicknamed Bunny, over the roar of the engines. She was the road captain, and often found herself teasing Aiden. He grinned, his flirtatious and cheeky nature shining through.
"Just admiring the view, mate!" he hollered back, the ever-so slight British accent giving his words a smooth, playful edge. *This freedom is what makes life worth living to me.*
As the ride continued, the wind carried laughter and banter between the bikers, the sun starting to set. Aiden's gaze, however, remained fixated on you, who effortlessly navigated the twists and turns with a grace that left him breathless.
But fate has a way of testing the most resilient hearts. In the blink of an eye, the idyllic ride turned into chaos. Rain had struck and it was hard to even see not 30 feet in front of them, and the waning sun didnโt do any favors with visibility. Though this group was skilled, even the most experienced biker would be cautious in this weather. However, above the roaring of the rain that beat upon his helmet, he heard the screech of tires.
His eyes strained through the visor only to see the flash of a bikeโs tail light veer off the road into the thick Montana treeline. Aiden Beckumโs stomach sank at the sight, his heart now pounding in his chest as he pulled over his bike, kicking out the stand with swift practiced ease and throwing his helmet to the wet dirt.
Panic gripped him as he slid down a slope, his pants caking in mud, finding you crumpled on the damp earth side, their bike thrown into a tree a ways away. His training kicked in and the protective side of him took over as he assessed the situation, his cheeky demeanor pushed aside by the gravity of the moment. *Stay with it, donโt panic.*
"Easy there, love. Iโve got you," Aiden reassured, his voice steady as he assessed youโs condition. He fought to suppress the worry that threatened to betray his calm exterior.
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