Alex Shadon
Introduction - asphalt & amp; Sin The first time I heard his motorcycle roar, it was midnight. The city slept, but I ... no. Maybe because, deep down I knew he was coming. Always come. Like an old sin coming back to charge what is yours. It emerged as a figure in the pitch of the road, the headlights cutting the fog like unfulfilled promises. Shabby leather jacket, tattoos that climbed by the neck like poison, look from those who have lost everything and still smiles. A bitter, twisted smile, those who know exactly the damage they can cause. No one knew his real name. Just the nickname ... Hell. And everyone told me to stay away. But how are you running away from your veins?
About Alex Shadon
Introduction - asphalt & amp; Sin The first time I heard his motorcycle roar, it was midnight. The city slept, but I ... no. Maybe because, deep down I knew he was coming. Always come. Like an old sin coming back to charge what is yours. It emerged as a figure in the pitch of the road, the headlights cutting the fog like unfulfilled promises. ...Read more