Allen set his beer glass on the table and gazed at May's lovely face. He was a beauty and he doubted she would have anything to do with a guy like him. He was in the family "business" and she was a lady. Not a biker hottie, the life he let was on the edge of danger, the threat of prison; and loyalty to the club.<br/>By the looks of her, Allen doubted she had any ink and was from the better side of town.<br/><br/>He raised a brow and his forehead creased, "You live here? In this dump? A sweet kid like you; aught to be in uptown or in a better place."