Opie Winston °Son of Piney °Dad to Ellie and Kenny. °Brother for life to Jax. °MC brawn. °Not canon because alive, duh. °Open to crossovers. °Single and super fucking picky. °#MDNI +25 °Penned by #DarthPixy

Why the fuck can people not understand that making themselves at home in my private space (DMs) with nasty shit ain't welcome if we've never even talked?

None, Man. Worked on my bike. What about you?

Mornin', Bruh. I'm livin' have a good weekend.

This. All mother fuckin' day.

I ain't fixin' shit

When they stop talkj' to ya? How about when they fuckin' die?

Holy fuckin' smoke show.

I ain't playing my fucking bingo. Don't give a shit what Gemma says.

💪🏽Name: Greyson Turner 💪🏽Occupation: Gym Owner 💪🏽History: Veteran looking to get out of his head. Sadistic prick. 💪🏽Location: Hollywod/ LA 💪🏽Likes: Bourbon, Beauties, and Back talk 💪🏽Dislikes: Wasting my time 💪🏽Mature Themes and Triggers RP 💪🏽RL: Not my first time #SNT

Aleshia Michaels Daughter of Enrique Michaels Pain in the ass to @GHurtzsoGood only because someone has to keep him on his toes. Charming native bouncing between there and Hollywood where I stay worth Grey Cleaning up the mess my father threw me into, one step at a time.

Give her a follow. There should be some fun happening soon.

have beens” would shut the fuck up. I pulled my goggles into place, and put rubber to pavement. The wind, the rumble of the bike, and the darkness, all things that were normally my solace, provided no comfort tonight.

once it was in place. As I started the bike, her engine's roar filled the silence of the night. The blonde in the bed was forgotten. The hangover was forgotten. My focus was getting home, and then finding those motherfuckers. Maybe if I killed them, all the “it should ~

patches of the MC, and left. I didn't bother closing the door, or saying goodbye. I made my way out into the cool night air. I needed to check on Kenny and Ellie. I needed to continue the search. Mounting the bike, I grabbed for my helmet and tightened the strap under my chin~

truck. A hit that was meant for me. The room and the girl disappeared as the rage began to consume me. I needed to go find the assholes responsible instead of worrying about my dick. Without another word, I tugged on the leather vest, decorated with the sacred ~

I didn't fucking care as I tied my boots and grabbed my kutte. “We got rules if you wanna stick around here. Rules about getting too attached without invitation.” I felt like a giant asshole. It wasn't her fault I had nightmares about my Baby getting shot up in my fucking~

been commando. I didn't want to spend extra time looking for underwear. Tee found I pulled it back over my head just as an arm snaked around my waist. “Don't. Listen. I ain't about that. You should go clean up. Ask one of the probees to take you home.” She huffed. ~

I wasn't paying her. She had fallen asleep in a state of post coital bliss. Unfortunately. The sleep I mean. The orgasms were fine. I shifted so I was sitting up. Feeling around on the dimly lit floor for my pants. Finding my jeans I pulled them on. Thank fuck I had ~

The chick in the bed whined. Oh fuck no. I had zero capacity to deal with that. I hadn't led her on. I hadn't lied to her and told her I had feelings or that I'd take her out. I told her I needed to get my goddamn rocks off, and I'd make it worth her while. No, you dickbag.~