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.