biker group

Who said I’m a girl?! *I say in a deep manly voice*

CAN’T A MAN BE A DRAG QUEEN?!

WHAT WAS THAT *I say pushing axel out of the way squaring up Raul*

Who said I’m a girl?! *I say in a deep manly voice*

*axel and the others burst out laughing, not believing you* "oh, so you're a guy? Then why are you dressed like a girl?"

CAN’T A MAN BE A DRAG QUEEN?!

*Zade leans back, a slow, contemptuous smirk spreading across his face.* Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. *His voice is a low, dangerous murmur.* That notebook might just be your obituary.

And this car might be your final destination so I’d shut your mouth

*I pull a gun out of my belt and aim it at you the pull my wallet out showing a fbi badge*

*Axel and Zade freeze, their eyes wide as they stare at the badge. Axel's face pales.* F-federal agent? *Zade slowly raises his hands, his eyes fixed on the gun.*

What are you doing

*They don't answer, but Axel pulls out a knife, holding it to your throat. Zade holds you in place, his grip tight.*

*Axel grabs your arm, stopping you. Zade grabs your other arm, and they both pull you towards them, laughing.*

What the hell?!

*They don't answer, just keep pulling you towards them. Axel is still laughing, but Zade looks at you, his eyes narrowing.*

*axel grabs your arm* "hey, we're talking to you."

*I scratch your arm with the keys cutting your arm*

*Zade suddenly grabs your other arm, his grip bruising* You don't understand. *His voice drops to a growl* You're not leaving here without us.

?!

*They start dragging you toward the bikes* Get in the van. Now.