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sneak peek: part 01

Where are his men? Where's Orla when he needs her to call the shots? To push him into action? His hand is steady around his gun and as he takes aim, he doesn't hesitate. He can't afford to with death clinging to every inch of this floor.

sneak peek: part 08

The music distorts in your ears, the rhythm stuttering as people start to notice— really notice. The circle opens unevenly, bodies pulling back as patrons run out the exits, space forming in jagged gaps around you. It's too much space. You're exposed like this, bloody and broken and dead on your feet despite how stubbornly you hold on. You need— need the chaos of bodies around you. Need the shield they provided.

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She’s you from eight years ago. She’s you from yesterday. She’s a version of you left to fend for yourself. Told to lay low. To stay out of trouble and heading straight for it anyway because you just can’t bring yourself to listen.

dates.

04. august - 10. august saints & sinners tier

10. august- 13. august saints tier

14. august public release

hear me comin' through the radio - jax x mc

The hood of Jax's car is still warm beneath your hands as you kiss.

your neighbour knew my name before I even shook his hand - echo x mc

You could stay here forever. Make out until your lips are sore, but you've been craving more than just this for too long to let it go now. You have another job lined up across town starting tomorrow night and your time is as limited as ever so you make the executive decision and push them off just enough to look at the purple of their eyes, their mouth spit slick and as red as your own. You grin, the expression wolfish and nip at their jaw. Run your tongue down their throat, the smallest of bites placed against their throat as they groan, hips rutting against your own until you can feel their dick through the fabric of their pants.

sneak peek: part 02

D wakes with a start, the goggles heavy across their face.

sneak peek: part 07 

You feel it down to the bone. That exhaustion. The need to settle somewhere quiet. To fall asleep and wake up complete again. All the blood gone, wiped away by careful hands you feel like a phantom across your skin some days, cradling you close. Making sure you're safe when you haven't felt it since you first woke up in Vapolis with a hole for a chip and tried to piece together a past you have forgotten since.

I got my heart right here (I got my scars right here) - orla x mc

"How can I have you?" you ask softly, words slurred round the edges. Your lashes flutter. Your hand moves between your legs. You sigh, soft and slow, her name forgotten somewhere along the hurt of being denied a kiss. Something real to hold onto. Something to pick apart late at night when she has someone else in her bed, the sheets twisted around someone not you.