Angutoid
President of Hells Angels MC
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woke up late again. no rush. last night’s still sitting in my bones, thick like the cigarette smoke curling around my fingers. phone’s buzzing—always something. money moving, people talking, problems waiting. same cycle, different day.
step out, air’s thick with heat and the weight of the city. streets got a rhythm, a hum under my feet. first stop, the diner. black coffee, nothing fancy. gotta check in, make sure everything’s smooth. girls should be working, no drama, no mess. if there’s mess, it’s on me to clean it up.
slide into the car, engine purring low. roll through the blocks, watching, always watching. respect ain’t given, it’s taken, and i took mine a long time ago. phone rings. voice on the other end’s nervous. means trouble. i sigh, take another drag, and turn the wheel. time to handle business.
step out, air’s thick with heat and the weight of the city. streets got a rhythm, a hum under my feet. first stop, the diner. black coffee, nothing fancy. gotta check in, make sure everything’s smooth. girls should be working, no drama, no mess. if there’s mess, it’s on me to clean it up.
slide into the car, engine purring low. roll through the blocks, watching, always watching. respect ain’t given, it’s taken, and i took mine a long time ago. phone rings. voice on the other end’s nervous. means trouble. i sigh, take another drag, and turn the wheel. time to handle business.
