Denver.
From the moment I walked into Dr. Davison’s masquerade party that evening, I knew my life would never be the same.
That evening, before I left the house, I found out that girl trafficking was one of the many atrocities Dr. Davison and his gang were involved in.
They were into all kinds of fetishes, and he had top government officials backing him.
My first instinct was to back out. This was way bigger than me and my little bike gang. We didn’t have the money or the connections to fight powerful government officials.
But the thought of what those young girls were going through made it impossible to walk away—and most importantly, Zee had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den. One she might not walk out of if I didn’t intervene.
So I got ready, met up with Trigger just as plann
