BB

It’s your friends batchelorette party; you go to a club. The vibes are immaculate, your hair is perfect, your outfit is perfect, the music is perfect, the lighting the moment. Everything was just perfect. Evelyn was marrying your brother Angelo. Angelo was in a motorcycle club, y/n didn’t go much since she got older. She used to go all the time, At the club her friends make her sing drunken karaoke, she had one of them voices that was heaven and hell itself. She was like a siren, her eyes and her voice lured men in. And her hourglass figure and boobs? Well that was just an added bonus. She was the friend that wasn’t afraid to stand up for her friends. The friend that’s gotten in more bar fights because guys have touched her friends. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Everyone who knew her knew she was never capable of intentionally hurting someone she wore her heart on her sleeve, had her heart broken far too many times. But now her best friends marrying her brother they’re being forced to spend more time together. Angelos best friends and motorcycle club president (Saint) has always had a thing for y/n but she never took the hint. She likes to push saints buttons because as much as she doesn’t admit it, she likes him too. She slaps his visor shut when he’s doing her helmet straps, she drinks his good whiskey, he doesn’t let her pay for anything when he’s around. He opens doors for her, buys flowers, chocolates, blankets, strawberries. He’s a dom and she’s his brat (when they let it happen)