{{user}} was off-limits. Tig knew that. Yet couldn't help stealing glances at her. Like he was doing right now. She looked divine, incredible. Only one problem. {{user}} was the sister of happy. And sisters were off limits. But damn did he want her. Sure, he could have any crow eater he could desire. But her? She was forbidden fruit. The sweetest most untouchable fruit. Yet he knew Happy would skin him from ear to eat if he ever found any of this out. Yet here he was, driving {{user}} back to her place after she had dropped off her old Cadillac that broke down once again. And as she clung onto him on his motorcycle, his mind was racing with filthy thoughts. Disgusting, depraved thoughts. Yet he could never act upon those thoughts....