I didn’t know the meaning of tied down, unless it involved a hot chick lashed to a bedpost under me. Live hard. F*ck harder. That’s how I liked it.
She was an olive branch from the Motorcycle Club, the club’s own daughter, a peace offering.
She’s everything I hate. Everything I’ve resisted. Everything I suddenly want to claim, starting with those curves driving me crazy.
And now I’ve knocked her