Draven
“Is the gun really necessary?”
“Yes, Hammer. The gun is necessary.”
My biker brother decided he’d come with me on this little trip. I could have done this alone, but for some reason, my brother doesn’t believe I’ll keep my cool, even with a woman. I’m not about to lose my temper with anyone. It’s a simple in and out.
Unless the bitc.h gives me attitude, then something will have to be done about it. No one disrespects me and lives. Not that many disrespect me. I command it; I get it. If not... well, then you die. Simple.
The choice is yours.
However, I allowed my brother to come because one can never be too careful. In normal circumstances, I would have told him no, but strangely, I didn’t.
“Was it necessary to bring your brother?”
Tank is following on his bike. The man isn’
