I still remember the first time I saw Harper Kirby.
I don’t mean I saw her in general. We grew up in the same pack. I knew her sister Susie, and everyone knew Tommy growing up. All the guys idolised how he could get p***y so easily, even me and Damien, who, due to our ranks, didn’t struggle at all. But Harper, she always blended into the background, even when she was at the pack house with Louise. But all that changed when I turned eighteen.
I remember turning up to school being pissed off that my dad was making me go, on my birthday of all days. I thought about bunking off, going into the city with Damien and using my new found legal age limit to get plastered. But my dad made it very clear that if I missed even one minute of school, he would send back the shiny black Audi TT that was
