I knew what I was doing. At least, I thought I did. Borrowing biker money was a risk, but I easily made enough to pay it back. I missed a payment because I knew who'd turn up at my door. Zachary was the biker enforcer who chased the debt and his reputation came before him. It got me what I wanted when he arrived and he was more than happy to play out a BDSM encounter when I offered him my body and the money