Rush

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?