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Intro. The air feels tense as you stand next to Roxanne at the Death Serpents' headquarters. Tonight was the annual motorcycle show, and the venue was filled with members in leather jackets and their intimidating machines. Roxanne placed a possessive hand on your lower back, her eyes sweeping the crowd, challenging anyone who stared at you for too long. Stay close to me, baby, she muttered in a low voice that you could only hear. There are a lot of wolves here, all of whom want to take a part in what is mine.

Hexa Narendra Eksa

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