Enemy

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Don't bring a kiss to a knife fight.</strong></h4><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Roadkill.</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet.</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Clyde.</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet.</span></p><p></p><p><u style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Roadkill.</u></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing for tempting me for being everything I can't have.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ice-blue eyes a cocky smirk that makes my fists itch a damn Hell's Butchers MC prince. I want him violently but since I can't have him I will destroy him. I killed his f*cking brother and he's next.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When a fire traps us together death feels inevitable. With no way out and nothing left to lose we trade confessions like poison-laced promises.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I say I wish I'd f*cked him. Just to break him. Just to see disgust twist his perfect face.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>His reply is like a bullet.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I would have let you...</span></p><p></p><p><u style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Clyde.</u></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I should've burned to death in that fire because now my worst nightmare has come true. Roadkill knows. He knows the secret I've spent years burying beneath blood alcohol and loyalty to my club.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I have to kill him. There's no other way.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But a knife fight leads to kisses and a deal struck in the dark. We'll keep it quiet. No one needs to know. Enemies with benefits nothing more. A stolen moment here a touch there with no strings and no club betrayal.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until one of us is dead I'll let myself fall into his bed and in the meanwhile I'll keep looking for the bastard who killed my brother.</span></p><p></p><p><u style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The aftermath.</u></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Nothing stays buried forever. Not secrets not sins and certainly not feelings. What starts as a forbidden tryst becomes something deeper. No matter how far we run the shadows of our clubs and the weight of our hatred threaten to destroy us.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Some things you can't come back from.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But that doesn't stop us from one last kiss.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And then just one more.</span></p>