REUNION?

CHER

She sprayed the long wavy brown hair wig she now wore before looking at her looks in the mirror for the last time. She looked good, better in fact. It was now a month since she left Forester and with each day that passed, forgetting her relationship with the Alpha of the pack seemed impossible.

Dabbing her lips with the red lips gloss, she furiously grabbed the key to her power bike and her helmet to go for her new operation that night. This is how she had been surviving living in New York comfortably. Dressing up as a prostitute sometimes to swindle rich politicians, or gearing up to rob the highway and banks. Either way, she was a cleaner in the town library during the day but a robber at night.

Slipping her head into the black helmet, she mounted the supersonic 500km/h bike and revved up the engine. She was wearing a body hug black jacket, black gloves, boots, and pants. The typical appearance of a robber, exc