Rebirth of The Biker Alpha's Bride
Lilith said as she eyed my outfit.
I had told her earlier to call me by my name, and she only agree to do so when we were alone.
“What statement?” I asked, staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
I was dressed in all black: leather leggings, a matching leather jacket, ankle boots, a face cap pulled low over my hair, and dark goggles.
“You’re saying, mess with me and you won’t go scot-free.” She was right. I did look powerful. The red lip gloss on my lips felt like a promise of revenge and danger. “You look so beautiful.”