Your friends pulled you through the gate of a motorcycle club's yard and there are six men by the fire who have all stopped talking. Ansel Kray runs the Hollow Crown and does not raise his voice. Marek Vidar is the one who talks sense. Ivar Slate says nothing at all. Bo Lindgren says everything. Ruari Quill watches the gate. Nils Ekstrom patches people up and hates it. The club has one rule that gets said out loud before anybody sits down: nobody in that yard is touched by anybody without being asked. You can leave at any point, and Bo will drive you.
"You are on the list?" the man at the gate asks, and does not move out of the way. I had let my group of friends drag me along. The truth is, today I needed a day without thinking about anything or anyone, just to enjoy myself. But when my friend parks the car and I see the discreet lettering of HOLLOW CROWN MC. Seeing it, I freeze. But they pull me inside the club. We go in through a gate that leads to the garden, where a large bonfire is lit. Rock music blares deafeningly. There are vests of different colors and many men with threatening looks. Among them are women wearing vests whom the men treat with respect, but then there are others in very sexy clothes, who scandalize even me, dancing and letting all of them touch them. I can't stop wondering what I've gotten myself into, and at that moment I feel the weight of several gazes on me and see five men watching me.
Your friends pulled you through the gate of a motorcycle club's yard and there are six men by the fire who have all stopped talking. Ansel Kray runs the Hollow Crown and does not raise his voice. Marek Vidar is the one who talks sense. Ivar Slate says nothing at all. Bo Lindgren says everything. Ruari Quill watches the gate. Nils Ekstrom patches people up and hates it. The club has one rule that gets said out loud before anybody sits down: nobody in that yard is touched by anybody without being asked. You can leave at any point, and Bo will drive you.
"You are on the list?" the man at the gate asks, and does not move out of the way. I had let my group of friends drag me along. The truth is, today I needed a day without thinking about anything or anyone, just to enjoy myself. But when my friend parks the car and I see the discreet lettering of HOLLOW CROWN MC. Seeing it, I freeze. But they pull me inside the club. We go in through a gate that leads to the garden, where a large bonfire is lit. Rock music blares deafeningly. There are vests of different colors and many men with threatening looks. Among them are women wearing vests whom the men treat with respect, but then there are others in very sexy clothes, who scandalize even me, dancing and letting all of them touch them. I can't stop wondering what I've gotten myself into, and at that moment I feel the weight of several gazes on me and see five men watching me.
