Daddy's Naughty Girl
So when I saw her, I knew I had to have her.
No matter what. Against all odds.
She was little red riding hood. I was the big, big bad wolfie.
I was a cold-blooded killer. I'd killed people, roughed them up, intimidated people, and done other nefarious things to get ahead. I shot my middle finger up at the law a long time ago, and made bastard money off it — bastard money I tell you, and I had no intention of ever stopping. Ever.
Roman Reigns working his ass off at a construction site or operating behind a desk twenty-four seven for a measly pay? No fucking way. Thank you very much.