the wind touching against his blonde locks through the half-helmet felt like the closest he would ever get to know of freedom. it was always like that when riding his harley ; an undescribable sensation he had learned to love just oh so much. ah, but how tate couldn’t wait to get his patch &. leave his current position. nevertheless, reality called and he was practically obliged to remind himself that he was merely a prospect after being assigned by clay for a small job on the outskirts of charming. and it would be one he’d try to complete with perfection.
it was true that tate had never been the one to exactly enjoy ordinary things ; born in la with what seemed like a golden future, he moved to charming after his dad apparently left and he, alongside with his siblings, were left with a cocksucking lunatic. school was merely a blip in his timeline, and albeit enjoying reading it was of no surprise when he found himself completely fascinated by the local motorcycle club. and now there wasn’t anything else tate langdon wanted other than to officially join such ; just the outlaw american dream, baby.
well, that and someone else. a girl he had found himself to be completely enthralled with. almost like a more polished nancy spungen, it was of no surprised she looked like one hell of a goddess to his eyes. yet, it appeared he didn’t have the same attractive aura, as for she had denied any further attempt of his interest once. he respected that, and perhaps she was indeed clever for not wanting to associate herself with a gangster. nevertheless, tate would be there in case she changed her mind.
eyes on the road, to get on his desired destination was, for now, the only thought in his head ; a rare occasion, considering the multiple situations, phrases and scenes that would endlessly insist on taking control over his mind. luckily, feeling the thrill of his bike was almost therapeutical. oh, but such as he always knew ----- it never lasted forever. brows knitting themselves together, it didn’t take long until his dark irises noticed a strange ( now that would be an euphemism ) change of scenery. a fight, so to speak. between a girl and a man that seemed to be twice her size considering her skinny frame ; as if it didn’t look bad enough.
velocity slowing by the second, it was only logical when he pulled over, steps being given forward with a certain kind of rush &. now he could see the deplorable scene a little better. combat boot stepping on the man’s hand, he was finally able to release the blonde woman from his grip. ❛ hey, asshole! ❜ a shout could then be listened, fingertips harshly reaching out for the male’s neck as tate’s fist met his face ; and again, and again, and again. oh, it was a bloody goddamn mess. almost as if he could barely see anything, almost as if he was smashing a sack of potatoes. ❛ ever heard not to buy a fight with a goddamn lady? ❜ pulling the aggressor closer to his own size &. face, he’d look deep into his eyes ; to see nothing more but pure, clear fear. oh, he enjoyed the fear.
‘ i didn’t know she was with you, ----- sorry, man. i just thought she had money, ’ what an excuse. ❛ what if she does? is that your problem? nah, i ain’t the one you have to apologize to, it’s her. ❜ eyes widened as soon as he turned his glance to the woman ; oh no. it couldn’t be her. it wasn’t her. that sick fuck did not just attack her. ❛ ...madison? ❜ rage running through his veins &. filling every single fiber of his being, he gave one last lethal look to the man before kicking his stomach, bloodstains painting the concrete as he let him fall, repeating such action one more time, carmine stained knuckles meeting his jaw before his grip was made around his neck once more. ❛ ever wondered how stupid dipshits like you die? oh, i have. sometimes that’s all i think about. all that blood, man. sometimes i just get myself lost in it, y’know? and hey, after that... can you wonder what’s gonna happen to ya too? ❜ there was a humorless laugh, followed by another kick. ❛ I TOLD YOU TO APOLOGIZE! ❜
a loud ‘ i’m sorry ’ was heard alongside with obvious crying and coughing, yet he wasn’t satisfied. oh, no. nevertheless, death wasn’t something tate would like to show the woman he was clearly interested in ----- especially after being attacked. ❛ ----- run. ❜ a murmur escaped as he closely approached the other’s features, with mere inches of distance &. he was only able to turn to the starlet once the other was long gone ; an appropriate word for their next meeting, as oh boy, wasn’t tate just going to hunt him down. a sigh escaped from parted lips, his hand - albeit bloody - being offered to the woman lying down the pavement &. a hint of concern was, honestly, quite obvious on his eyes. ❛ ...you okay? ❜
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