Over the next several months, I did everything I could to prove my worth.
I worked hard at Viper's. I learned the regulars, kept up with orders, picked up extra shifts, and never complained.
There was only one problem with the uniform.
The shirts the female employees wore stopped above the stomach.
I couldn't wear one.
Not because of my growing belly. At least not at first.
Because of my tattoo.
A tattoo only three people knew existed.
Me.
Doom.
And the artist who put it there.
Two months before I found out I was pregnant.
I'd had Doom's name tattooed along my right ribs.
I'd been so damn in love with him.
Now I covered his name with a bandage every shift.
As the months passed, the Rebel Riders helped me disappear even more.
They helped me establish identification under Sum
