My life was going according to plan.
I lived it to the fullest and destroyed the trafficking rings we located.
Then she ran through my front door, a blast from the past. She was broken and needed protection. Who was I to tell her no?
The club took her in. I took her in and made it my mission to find those who hurt her. However, her shattered soul was almost too much for me to handle.
She needed things, things I wanted to give her.
Now I'm struggling with my choices of what's right and wrong.
Can I love the girl she is now?