Emma and Ryan went to a small bar on the edge of town the next evening. Ryan had some business with his crew. Emma wore a short tight dress that Ryan chose for her — no bra, no panties. Her big boobs moved freely under the thin fabric, and the dress barely covered her ass.

They sat in a corner. Ryan kept one hand on her thigh, possessively rubbing her skin. Suddenly, a tall, muscular man with a scar on his face walked in. His name was Jake. He was from a rival gang. He had broad shoulders, tattoos, and a dangerous smile. His eyes immediately locked on Emma.