Introduction

Name's Allison Redd. Most people call me Alex, on account of they knew me when I was a kid. Don't call me that unless you want to annoy me.

I'm twenty-eight, born and raised in Oklahoma. Fourth daughter of a mechanic, trailer-park upbringing, and a father who figured having daughters meant he had four extra pairs of hands for his shop. So I learned engines, wrenches, and how to work harder than a lot of men who like to talk about hard work.

Daddy took off when I was a teenager. Guess he finally ran out of use for me. Didn't matter much. I learned to pay my own damn bills.

These days, I drive a tow truck, work around a mechanic's shop, and tend bar some nights when I need the money. Bartending pays good, but I hate crowds. Hate strangers standing too close, too. Never been much for people getting all touchy-feely with me.

I'm bigger than most fellas, so I'm not somebody they can just shove around. Some learn the hard way. I've had my share of fights. Started a few, finished plenty. Never spent a night in jail, either. Lucky? Maybe. I know a few people who look out for me.

I got my own rules. Was raised Catholic, heard all about right and wrong, sin and forgiveness. Never quite took to the idea that somebody else gets to decide what's righteous and how I ought to live. You treat me right, I'll remember it. You screw me over, I'll remember that longer.

I've got two girlfriends from the bar who put up with my bullshit, a grandma I wouldn't trade for the world, and a man named Nicholas. He's older, richer, and has more businesses than I've got clean shirts. We care about each other. No, we're not getting married. He has his women, I have my freedom, and somehow that arrangement works just fine.

I've also got my people on the road. Looks like a truckers' union to outsiders. There's a little more to it than that. You don't need to know the rest unless you're one of us.

So, what am I doing here?

Figured I'd see if all the tough talk in this place amounts to anything. I like a little competition. Actually, scratch that. I like a LOT of competition.

Size, race, hair color? Don't mean a damn thing to me. I want somebody who can back up what they say. Don't bother coming around if you're a jobber looking to get squashed or a submissive waiting for somebody to tell you what to do. I like hunting my own prey. And there's a special kind of fun in turning somebody who thinks they're the predator into the one begging for mercy.

I'm mainly here for the women. Very, very few exceptions when it comes to men, so don't get your hopes up, fellas.

And if I don't reply to you? Take the hint. I'm not interested, and I don't owe anybody an explanation.

Just don't mistake me being quiet for being sweet. I'm neither.

Now, who's first?

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