nomad. || on hold.

nomad. || on hold.

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Ação e Suspense
emaja saton, the bronx badass, has found herself in the care of yet another family member. emaja's nomad ways all began with a small game of russian roulette.
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Rebekah "Raze" Rodriguez never had a normal up bringing, She grew up on the back of her father's bike, A nomad traveling the road between club-house's. A childhood cover in violence and blood, her early years speed in rundown dinners and greasy food. When Other Children went to school and play with dolls, she travel around playing with engine parts and learned to patch up wound or hide evidence. Know in the Club as Raze or Tank's Daughter, Her father a man of few word, and drenched in blood. Alexander "Tank" Rodriguez, The Enforcer of the Iron Wolf Mc, raise his daughter the best he can teaching her to survive in the world that is not for the weak. He teach his daughter to throw a punch, shoot weapon as well as patch up wounds. Loyal to only his brothers and his daughter. their life was easy and free but somewhere deep inside of Raze a dream is of owning her own small little Pastry shop, a small Bakery with a cafe, but doing so She need to speak to her stone face father, a father not known to stay in a place longer than to get some action or wash, will she receive his blessing to leave the safety of his bike and spread her wings. Will she find a her heaven in baked goods rather in blood, the blood that was sometimes her fathers, so times her own, other times it was the Enemy's. Will she be allow to run her little piece of heaven in peace or will trouble come knocking.

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