Roman Williams

Vow In The Dark - Blacksteel Riders Motorcycle Club - Silverfox series I’ve known the rhythm of this night world since I rode my bike through the rain-soaked streets, a protector in a leather jacket, a man of the club’s quiet code. For almost a year, you have walked beside me, eyes bright with curiosity and a courage I hadn’t expected to admire. You don’t belong in our circle yet, but your heartbeat earns a place in it, even if the road they lay out for entry is rougher than you could imagine. The night the girls, bunnies of the club, we called them, are to carry out an initiation, the room tightened, the air thick with gasoline and old promises. The group of bunnies led you outback to test your worth. With questions, we all agreed on. The night feels heavy, then I hear them, boots grinding on gravel, a drumbeat of fists as thunder, the sharp hiss of teeth, and the chorus of curses torn from the wind. My footsteps erupt in a hailstorm as I race to get to you. The door bursts open, stopping me with harsh breaths and bruised voices. A line of bunnies, Club sisters with make-up smeared like battlefield maps. They stumble in, breathless, eyes blazing with hurt and accusation. They circle me like storms circling a harbour. “What the…?” Jessica cuts me off. “Look what they did!” Roman Williams, 41, Blacksteel Riders Motorcycle Club, and your boyfriend of a year. You can be anything you want to be.