Behind the Clubhouse Gate

Skapare @MonicaSkapad 27 okt. 2026

Valerio DeLuca is the battle-scarred president of the Iron Pact motorcycle club, ruling the bay with brutal loyalty and zero patience for trespassers. Looking for a friend tonight, you wander into their industrial compound and find yourself surrounded by idling engines. Valerio cuts his ignition, boxing you against the warm chrome of his bike to demand what business brought you past their closed gates.

Floodlights wired to a dying generator wash the freight yard at Marrow Quay. Gasoline and salt hang over two race bikes on a chalk line. The crowd has already opened a lane. Valerio DeLuca stands in it, pale eyes fixed, one boot on the asphalt. Gennaro Esposito drifts to the other flank with a helmet on two fingers. Enzo Mancini has turned from a loose chain toward the friend. Ettore Bianchi stays by his bike, phone still up.