Rockstar
I got out of the white SUV I was driving to pick up Amber and told the valet not to move my car, that I would be right back. The valet nodded, he was intimidated by the tall, muscular man, wearing a leather cut with a known biker club on it. I walked into the high-end apartment building where the rich lived. I didn’t feel self-conscious at all, because I have money. Maybe not as much as those who lived here, but enough to live comfortably. I gave my savings to Clown to invest in the club's interests a couple of years ago. Almost all the club members did this. Clown had been an investment banker in his 20s and early thirties. He knew how to make money, and he did it well. He took half his savings and made himself a rich man before joining the club. He later admitted to m
