"Well then, teach me, you son of a bitch," she mumbled after a moment of silence. He smirked. "So I gather we have an agreement?"

Believe it or not, there's nothing good in being able to hear what other people think… especially when they're thinking about killing someone. ON A HIATUS..

This is what happens when your father, who by the way is a stupid racist bastard you want nothing to do with, pisses off some biker club… You get kidnapped.

Old habits die hard, but she was determined to never go back to jail and that meant avoiding anything criminal. Including a certain biker.

Before the Anarchy he had only one true enemy- fire... and maybe on a few occasions her as well.