They nicknamed me the blonde haired pretty boy of the Guardians… I’m an Edgewood native born and bred, if it's a car or a bike I can fix it. From the moment I saw her I wanted the long-legged dancer. Penn, with the champagne cascading locks and movie star looks. The one works the pole for her dollars. Fate brought us together, a high paying Vice President as her client might be the one to tear us apart. A hit on our crew, arrogant cops looking for a takedown, in-fighting, a loss of revenue and a call for me to get a little grimy. Can Rush trust the woman with the expensive taste? Or will she be the reason for the Guardian’s demise?