I’m no angel.
Far from it.
I’m the disappointment of the family.
The one they try to hide.
I have the rich family – you know the one. Parents dripping in gold, the perfect sister, and the loyal brother.
As far as they’re concerned, I’m the accident they wish they had done something about.
Always causing trouble.
That’s fine by me, I’m happy to be anything other than what they expect.
Until, that is, my father needs my help.
Well, okay, I practically force his hand, but it’s my chance to prove I’m good for something.
He needs information on a local biker club.
He wants me to go in. To play them. To get what he needs.
A club full of hot bikers? A girl isn’t going to say no.
I take on the challenge.
Go in there and destroy their little club.
Sounds like a god damned blast to me.
They won’t know what hit them.
Or perhaps, I won’t know what hit me…
I guess we’ll find out.
Turf Wars, #4