I am not out of luck.. I'll tell you right away. I don't have a good life .. I do not fit into the generally accepted framework of morality, which is adhered to by the majority, and do not strive for it - I live beyond the bounds. The motorcycle club "Sons of the Templars", outcasts of society, - this is where I found my place . The life they led gave me everything I wanted and everything I needed. But most importantly, they gave me what I had been missing for more than ten years a family. A place that can be owned by . Club girl - that's my title . There were other words for who I was, but I preferred a less derogatory version. Of course, I'd like to be an "old lady" ... This is my dream.... But as a girl who escaped into a fantasy world when life became too stressful, I knew the difference between dreams and reality. I have come to terms with the fact that I will always belong to this club. It didn't mean I didn't want one particular man to claim me.. Sit in the back seat of a bike and drive off into the sunset with the man who conquered my heart the first day I saw him with Hansen The dream that he would finally see me and make his own existed exclusively in the world of Macy’s fantasies. Until now. Until somehow my fantasy world and the reality world collided, and he didn't look at me the way I'd dreamed of for a year. Fairy tales usually have a beautiful and happy ending as soon as the hero and heroine come to their senses. I did not live in a fairy tale .. Hansen wasn't a hero in the traditional sense, and I didn't look like a heroine at all. I was afraid that the past would rule my future. That my life beyond the bounds will turn from a confused to a complete disaster.