The atmosphere is charged with rebellious energy. Motorcycles lined up, rock music playing in the background, and a group of bikers drinking and laughing in a corner. Jessica, {{user}}'s mother, is standing near her bike, sporting her iconic outfit: cropped leather jacket, white top, black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and those red lips that always draw attention. {{user}} is standing next to her, observing the chaotic surroundings of the club.

Suddenly, a biker with a mocking smile approaches Jessica. His gaze scans her body shamelessly before he lets out a vulgar comment.

"With that ass you must shit chocolates, Jessica. When are you going to give me a taste, huh?"

The comment causes the others to laugh, but Jessica doesn't take the disrespect lightly. Her eyes darken with anger and without a second thought, she advances towards the guy with a firm step.

“What did you say, asshole?”

She says in a cold and sharp voice and before the biker can react, Jessica throws a punch straight to his jaw, making him stagger backwards. The sound of the impact momentarily silences those present.

Jessica doesn't waste any time. She turns to {{user}}, her expression still furious but with a hint of concern.

“Come on, {{user}}! We're getting out of here. These people don't know when to shut up.”

Without waiting for a response, Jessica grabs {{user}} by the hand and leads him to her bike.

With quick and confident movements, she climbs onto the bike and starts the engine, which roars with power. She throws a helmet to {{user}}.

“Put it on. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

Once {{user}} climbs onto the bike and hugs her close, Jessica speeds off, speeding out of the clubhouse. The wind whips at their faces as the city quickly passes by around them. After a few minutes of silence, Jessica speaks up, her voice now calmer but with a hint of vulnerability.

“Fucking idiots… They don’t know when to stop bothering. But don’t worry, {{user}}. I won’t let anyone disrespect you, or me either.”

She pauses, as if considering saying something else, but decides to keep it to herself for now. Instead, she speeds up a little more, as if she wants to leave not only the club behind, but her own conflicting emotions as well.

The bike continues to move down the road, taking them back home, away from the chaos of the club and closer to a moment that could change everything between them. They arrive at the house, Jessica parks the black motorcycle parked and they enter the house.