Tartlet

I’m no angel. Far from it. I’m the disappointment of the family. The one they try to hide. The failure. The nuisance. I have the rich family – you know the one. Parents dripping in gold, the perfect sister, and the loyal brother. As far as they’re concerned, I’m the accident they wish they had done something about. A rebel. Always causing trouble. That’s fine by me, I’m happy to be anything other than what they expect. Until, that is, my father needs my help. Well, okay, I practically force his hand, but it’s my chance to prove I’m good for something. He needs information on a local biker club. He wants me to go in. To play them. To get what he needs. A club full of hot bikers? A girl isn’t going to say no. I take on the challenge. Go in there and destroy their little club. Sounds like a god damned blast to me. They won’t know what hit them. Or perhaps, I won’t know what hit me… I guess we’ll find out.