The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER 1: I don't muck around

Disclaimer: This is a completely unedited, raw draft that I've re-uploaded from years ago.

I will eventually get around to fixing up the atrocious grammar, endless spelling errors and blatant plot inconsistencies. But if you're willing to look past the above, it's a pretty decent book if I do say so myself.   ;) 

Our whole childhood we are raised believing that we can always trust our parents no matter what, that we can only trust our parents.

We are taught that even when we have nothing left and we hit rock bottom, they will always be there to turn to and fall back on.

Me?

I haven't been so lucky to receive the brilliant gift of being able to live in oblivion about who my parents truly are.

I'm 5 ft under rock bottom and still sinking.

Want to take a wild guess and see if you can figure out where I am at the moment?

I'll give you a clue: it's not hell....well I'm not there yet. I am underground though, just not quiet that far under.

I'm in the basement of a scummy club in a shit hole town with my arms and legs tied to a chair. Rope burn's a massive bitch by the way.

So why the fuck am I here? Well, funny story that is.

See, a few months back I got into a bit of trouble...just a bit.

I'm not going to lie, I've never really been the brightest crayon in the pack but even I admit the choices I've made in the last few weeks have been some of the stupidest I've ever made ad that's saying something.

A few weeks ago I came here looking for a bit of fun for the night and no, I don't mean sex, get your mind out of the gutter. I was planning something more along the lines of finding a nice car to go all grand theft auto on.

I was looking for something to ride...I just wasn't planning on doing the kind of riding that involves moaning and birth control if you catch my drift.

I did find a bike, a bloody good one too. Would've been perfect if it wasn't for one important factor.

The motorbike may or may not have belonged to a murderous, delusional gang member and notorious drug dealer that is now obsessed with me.

See what I mean? I'm not good at the whole think before you act thing.

I know, huge shocker. Good girl falls for gang leader bad boy, Most fucking original plot ever. But I swear this isn't one of those stories.

I wouldn't fall for one of those stupid pricks if their dick was more magical than a pretty little unicorn and that is precisely why I'm in this situation.

Drake Brown was the type of guy you don't want to fuck with. Key word: you.

Me?

Well, I simply couldn't resist, he just looked so...tempting and as it turns out he was thinking the same thing about the stupid bitch that stole his bike.

So me being me I made him a deal, he forgets about the whole thing and in return I grant him with a night he won't forget and I don't mean to brag but he definitely didn't forget the night I gave him, that's for sure.

...I might be a shitty person but I always keep my word and manage to hold up my end of the deal.

We should have seen the last of each other after that but next thing I know the big bad gang-leader is following me around like a little love struck puppy.