Cash

She needed my help. Pretty little thing walking alone at night in this neighborhood is a bad idea. It doesn’t surprise me when I see some of those idiot Sons of Satan messing with a girl like her. But I can’t allow that. Not here, not on my turf. Vivian isn’t from around here, I can tell the second she gets on my bike. She needs money though, and we need a bartender. Not to mention, she’s a knockout. When the Sons of Satan make another attempt on her life though, we’re in an all-out war. I have to decide between my club... And my girl.