Since childhood, Ive been called Pretty Boy Floyd. My old man thought it was cute. Until I resumed my childhood hobby. Modeling and outlaw bikers dont necessarily go hand in hand, but I always aim to have the last laugh. Turn lemons into lemonade, so to speak.
Until the jokes on me.
I got permission to skip out on a run so I could attend the Mobsters, Motorcycles, and Mayhem Book Signing as a model for a participating author. Had myself a real good time taking the authors sweet daughter, Effie, for a walk on the wild side. I shouldve just stayed in bed. Next thing I know, my enemies have somehow sniffed me out. With the bounty on my head, things are about to get real bad real fast, especially with Effie suddenly in the crosshairs.
