Property of Fang

The first time I kissed her, she slapped me.
The second time, she drew my gun on me.
The third time her lips met mine, she stole my bike.
They say karma is a bitch, and it appears mine is also five-foot-nothing and full of fire.
My reputation as a ladies’ man precedes me, and that’s how I used to like it.
Kept people’s eyes away from the immoral things I do in the name of the club.
But when a stubborn woman with a mysterious past comes crashing into my life,
I’m left second-guessing every past choice that painted me that way.
She doesn’t trust men.
I don’t trust her.
And the club?
They want her gone.