Ride Or Die

She’s sweet and innocent—and that’s like catnip in this strip club.

It’s okay, though. I won’t let the pretty bartender out of my sight.

Shy girls like Ginger have no business in places like this. I’m so mad at my sister for hiring her, I could spit.

And I can tell from her wide eyes, from the large berth she gives the patrons–Ginger doesn’t feel safe here. Not at all.

Well, that changes tonight. Everything changes. Because I’ve found my girl, and she never needs to be scared again. She’s got me looking out for her now.

I may be a big bruiser. May be wider than a door frame.

But I’m gonna prove that I’m all my girl needs.