Bulldogs MC: Lenni's Return

The familiar scent of stale beer and desperation clung to you as you sprinted down the darkened Arizona street. Behind you, the heavy footsteps of two men echoed, a relentless beat chasing you through the night. Your four-inch heels, a foolish choice in hindsight, clicked precariously on the pavement, each step a potential trip. This wasn't how you envisioned your fresh start in America.
You risked a glance back. They were closer than you thought, their forms indistinct shadows in the poor light. Panic flared, hot and sharp in your chest. Just as you were about to collapse, a motorcycle roared past, performing a swift U-turn. A hooded figure on a Harley motioned for you to get on.
Choices: trust the unknown biker or face the men pursuing you. Your gut screamed danger, but their scowls, even from a distance, made the decision for you. You swung a leg over the bike seat just as the engine revved. As you sped away, you couldn't resist flipping them off, a small act of defiance that made you grin, even as you clung to the biker's waist, feeling the unexpected ripple of abs.