I’m a boss with my hands.
Right about now is when I mention how big my… wrench is. No need. It speaks for itself. My story is simple: Michelle comes to my body shop and can’t pay for the repairs. I give them for free. I guess that’s a turn on. We crash against my desk both wanting it like animals.
Then poof, she’s gone.
6 months later, I punch a crooked cop, and Michelle is assigned as my court appointed lawyer. One problem. The crooked cop in question will do anything to have her. Screw that. She’s mine.Read previous articleRead next article