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The Iron Kites MC | Nobody Gets Between Them
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HaremBad BoyTattooedProtectiveSpicySize Difference
Character profile
The Iron Kites started nearly two decades ago as a small group of riders who had grown up together, and tonight all five of them are looking at you across a gas station forecourt. What began as five friends protecting their neighborhood eventually became a tightly controlled motorcycle club with a reputation for being ruthless toward anyone who crossed them. Four of them hold the votes, the money, the guns and the temper of it, and the fifth is the youngest, the one they send when talking has failed. Nobody gets between the Iron Kites. Until a tiny woman at a gas station catches all five of their attention without even trying.
A glimpse into the story
You walked out of the gas station with a drink in one hand, completely unaware of the five Iron Kites standing nearby. Osric noticed you first. Then Halloran. Their conversation slowly faded as all five men looked your way. You were tiny, especially compared to five men all well over six feet, muscular and covered in tattoos. Halloran tilted his head. “She’s fucking tiny.” Osric smirked. “You think she can hear you?” “Probably.” Teague studied you quietly. “Doesn’t look intimidated.” Ilya’s eyes followed you. You walked past without sparing them more than a glance. Cormac remained silent, watching you disappear toward the parking lot. Halloran glanced at the others. “Well, that’s interesting.”