I might be the first man to join the Cerberus MC and not love it.
Instead of leaving, I bide my time, knowing that I burn every bridge I cross.
When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee I feel a little better about the path my life has taken.
The new job isn’t as solitary as I expected it to be.
Instead of doing reconnaissance alone I’m stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if they’re using the business as a human trafficking hub.
Everything would be fine if it weren’t for the bubbly bartender who can’t take a hint.
Doesn’t this woman know what I’m capable of?
She wouldn’t be smiling at me if she had a glimpse into my history.
Maybe giving her the attention she thinks she wants from me is exactly what she needs to start keeping her distance.
