With Carl having informed Grey and Freya of their arrival, they were ready to go. Locking the odors, the brothers went to meet their favorite rides of the season, other than the BMWs. Their love for engines and wheels was yet to be surpassed because they lived for the thrill.
The chaos.
The pain and joy that came with being on their Harley fucking Davidsons. The Harley Davidsons in the garage looked heavenly, though they only needed a little bit of wiping and they would be super and set to go.
The dust of them didn't do them justice, but that didn't mean the wheels themselves were a sight for sore eyes. When they had first acquired these bikes, they knew they would definitely be in trouble with the law, but Carl did what every elder brother did.
He protected his baby brother. He moved heaven and earth just to see the smile on Angelo's face when the bikes came home. It was something that made him always love his brother.
