I was born in a very.. traditional home. My parents are the usual christian family: church every Sunday, praying a hundred times a day.. yeah, you get the picture. I always hated church, and the day I turned 18, I was gone. I went to the probably dumbest place on earth: a biker bar, and that's where I met Trevor aka Diesel. He is 6'8, build like a f*****g machine and was huge everywhere. I am 4'7, slim and just all in all tiny.
I walk into the bar, immediately regretting my decision. Ten hungry men stared at me when the door opened, and just as they began moving toward me, a huge giant of a man comes up to me and block their view. "Thank you" I say, my voice coming out more timid than it normally is. "How old are you kid? And where are your parents? This is no place for children" he says,
