They call me Girth for a reason. I’m a damn giant. The muscle in the MC.
It’s why I get sent out on loan when some of our brothers down South need some help.
And by help I mean crush some guy’s skulls.
That’s what the Marked Skulls are good at.
Name fits, right?
But when I get there, I’m tasked with protecting the President’s daughter, Lila.
She’s petite and gorgeous and all I can do is look.
The Pres made it clear, I can’t touch.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
Until he finds out.
Sh*t.