Mc Rp Novels & Stories

They’d pulled some kind of string and had gotten me fired. After that the most depressing thing was watching my bank account. Not that I wanted to be rich, but suddenly seeing all my hard-earned money – the money I’d been saving to buy myself a REAL motorcycle – the numbers seemed to shrink every single day, as I paid the bills and the repairs on the house. It almost seemed like the second the MC turned its back on me, so did the rest of the town. The discount I’d gotten at the handyman store and all the accounts I’d made to purchase the supplies I needed to do the repairs on my house and bike had suddenly been revoked, and they were knocking at my door with red dates that demanded I pay the