Sep 8 (edited) • General discussion
Devil Wheelz
Interstate 40 turned into a river of chrome and thunder. Two hundred Harleys deep, Devil Wheelz stretched across lanes like a moving wall. Cars pulled over, truckers leaned on horns, families sat frozen watching an army pass. Flags whipped in the wind — white horns around a wheel rim. Supremacy on parade.
Raven Cross rode point, face hard, visor down. Behind her, Nikki “Hellcat” carried a shotgun across her back like jewelry. Diesel kept the pack tight, signals sharp, no space for error. Faith rode with saddlebags fat with cash. Storm flanked the convoy, watching every mile like it was her territory already.
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