My Parents Came To Challenge My Bullies

Summary

When I was three years old, I was picked on while scavenging dumpsters for recyclables, so I spent fifty cents to “hire” a pair of punk bikers to back me up.

Little did I know that I had stumbled into the city’s most untouchable family.

My adoptive mother was a fearless street queen no one in the elite circle dared cross, and my adoptive father was the legendary prince of the underground street-racing world.

She taught me how to stand my ground, while he taught me how to own the streets.

That fifty-cent “protection fee” bought me eighteen years of absolute security.