I want to be his filthy girl.
VICKI
I’ve been a survivor my whole life.
Make ends meet. Keep my head down.
That’s the motto.
But then he walked in.
Danny Spangler.
The way he tells it, he’s God’s gift to women.
At six and a half feet tall with eyes like oceans and abs like steel, I’m almost inclined to agree.
Too bad he and his crew are the most ungrateful group of jerks I’ve ever had the misfortune to wait on.
A girl can only take so much bad behavior.
One night, I snap, and I let Mr. Bad Boy Biker know exactly what I think of him.
If only I’d known then how badly I’d messed up.
Before I can react, I’m dodging bullets and ducking death threats.
I want out, but that’s no longer an option.
There’s only one thing to do:
Submit.
DANNY
Women are to be seen, not heard.
I’d rather them use their mouths for other things.
So when the bartender at our local haunt decides to jaw at me and my boys,
I take a personal interest in the matter.
No one can break a girl like I can.
Little Miss Priss is in for a spanking… and that’s just the beginning of it.
But when one of my enemies thinks that he can hurt Vicki to gain a leg up on me,
a full-on war ensues.
Now, I’ve got blood on my hands, a club to lead, and an innocent girl looking to me for answers.
Good thing I was born for this s**t.
Cowards die in the dirt. Real men f*ck in the filth.
