In time I learned much more about him.

Things that would have made most women run away.

But I’m not most women. So, instead of running away, I ran in his direction.

Dick didn’t have a place for a woman in his life. He was a bad boy. Not a wannabe bad boy that tried to act the part. Oh no, he was the real deal. Money. Guns. Fast cars. Cops always one step behind him…

On our first date, while in his Ferrari, we got into a high-speed chase with the police.

That was only the beginning.

From there, things only got better.

Or worse.

I guess that depends on who you are, and what you’re afraid of.

Me? I wasn’t afraid of Dick, his manner of living life, or his dickish ways.

I wanted him to be mine.

But, with a man like Dick, things are never easy.

My name’s Jess.

This story’s mine – although I’ll never admit to it in a court of law.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing.