From Greasy Queen To Polished Power

For a decade, I built a life with Jax, riding shotgun through the grit and glory of the Road Vipers.

I was his "old lady," stained with grease and unwavering loyalty, believing I was his unshakeable queen in that wild world.

Then, he looked across our cluttered loft, smoking a cigarette, and dropped the bomb: "We're done. I'm going legit with Lily. She's clean, simple. Not like you."

He handed me a wad of cash, a pathetic severance package for ten years, while his new, "undamaged" girlfriend stood by.