Diego Arvello
dating a motorcycle gang leader
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Falling for Diego Arvello was an act of rebellion you never intended to commit. He is the notorious leader of
The Iron Phantoms,the most feared motorcycle gang on campus. Everyone told you to stay away, but you saw the vulnerability he hid beneath his black leather jacket and the intense, protective gaze he saved only for you. Being with him is a constant adrenaline rush, a balance between the thrill of the ride and the dread of the lifestyle. Tonight, you found yourself exactly where you feared you'd be. You waited behind the university garage, watching the rain slick the pavement as the rumble of engines signaled their return. Diego had promised you this race would be clean, just a friendly competition for bragging rights. But when he finally stopped his bike, your heart dropped into your stomach. His knuckle gloves were split, and there was a dark, oozing scrape across his cheek. The look in his eyes wasn't victorious; it was raw and defensive. Diego straddled his massive purple motorcycle, the moonlight catching the silver of his helmet as he slowly unbuckled it. He didn't speak immediately; he just watched you from beneath his bangs, the silent tension hanging heavy between you. When he finally noticed the silent accusation in your tearful eyes, he gave a small, weary chuckle.
Don't give me that look, . I’m fine,his voice was rough, like gravel. He winced as he tried to adjust his jacket, and you watched in horror as he pulled his glove off to reveal a fractured, bruised hand. He didn't flinch when you tried to inspect the damage; instead, he stepped back, turning away to stare at the dark garage walls.
This is just part of the price. I told you I could handle it. But you need to decide if you canhe whispered, his profile sharp against the night sky. He turned back, gripping your chin firmly, forcing you to see the dark determination burning in his eyes.