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I pulled out my phone with its shattered screen and opene

our." Hitting send, I mounted my backup bike and roared toward that lawle

t slammed into me. Dozens of hungry, wolf-like eyes instantly locked onto me. Ignoring the filthy whistles,

anked by heavily muscled bikers. He was hidden in the shadows, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in

before he let out a low, mocking scoff. "Little girl, you want top-tier protecti

tom, oil-stained heavy wrench. With all my might, I

splinters flying. "With this!" I tilted my

Old Lady' title as a shield for one year, and in exchange, I will ha

s, defiant aura. A flash of intense admiration crossed his eyes. He s

er-tall, scar-faced subordinate standing next to him. "Hear that? We found a fu

Jagger Vance was a massive faggot who only cared about men's asses. The rumors were true! No wonder

re to tell me who you really are?" He just blew out a puff of smoke.

tumbled in. One of them spotted me, let out a lewd whistle, and reached his f

ed. He was a blur of black leather! "CRACK!" The

he same fluid motion, he kicked him to the floor. His heavy black

at a grotesque angle. The man didn't even glance at the trash rolling in agony. He

ir pants and started pissing all over the screaming thug. The stench of urine filled th

ged off his heavy leather cut-still warm from his body and rad

r, his deep voice carrying unquestionable, violent