dylan
“I’m getting the sense that some might feel like there could be a better suited leader than a young woman who wants to play with the big boys?” The brunette asked since that was how she had been treated when she first came into the academy. Mostly because she had the ego of a cocky man, and a lot of them were pissed that she could knock them out too. Her brow rose when the male mentioned back up and she could only show her excitement in the way her grin turned lopsided. “Come on now, you really got to ask? It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my hands dirty. I’m always game, King.”
“It’s a big gang, lots of guys older than her that’ve been in this scene longer.” He returned with a nod of his head, leaning back against the hard seat of the cruiser. Mason knew Harlow was capable of many things, especially given that she’d seen some of them firsthand. A grin soon curved his lips, Mason nodding his head, “Figured you would be. I’ve got to play my cards right, but I’m guessing I’ve got a short window to work with. I need her father still locked up when I make my move.”











