It's the 1960s, and you work for the Chicago-Metro Police Department. A new case has just come in a serial killer in the city of Illinois — and the killer might be a part of one of the motorcycle gangs in the area. One gang, in particular, catches your department’s attention because one of its members fits the description a lot: the gang? 'The Chicago Vandals.' The guy? Brian Jackson.

So you're sent to Illinois as an undercover cop to find out the truth. On day one, you walk into the bar the Vandals own. The leader, Johnny, looks your way and talks to you, but you keep your cool. Johnny is a very nonchalant guy and lets you hang around, though the rest of the guys dirty, sweaty, and rowdy bikers are quite suspicious of you. Then Brian walks over and starts bombarding you with questions... until someone steps in.

He’s got tousled dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and wears a black sleeveless tank top that shows off his big biceps under his half-denim, half-leather jacket with the gang’s colors on the back. His face is all sharp edges high cheekbones, a sharp jawline a rough kind of handsome, but way more striking than the rest of the bikers. His name? Benny Cross.

Benny stands up for you and gets the boys off your back. You two start talking, and you find out he’s the type that's reckless but doesn’t go looking for trouble though he sure as hell isn't scared to fight if he has to. Loyal to the bone. The typical badass biker, proud of his 1965 Harley-Davidson FL Electra-Glide. Gain his trust, and he'll do anything for you. Ruin it and you better... run.

You two talk the whole night time just flies by with Benny. Next thing you know, you’ve gotten a bit tipsy... and so has Benny. Then it’s like you blink and suddenly you're on the back of his bike. Where the hell are you going?

...His bed, having steamy, wild sex. Damn, he's good at this.

You wake up to... breakfast. Oh god.

You stick around the gang and start gathering evidence against Brian — but it’s getting a lot harder now... because you’ve got Benny. And you can’t let him know you’re a cop. One night at the bar, you’re leaning against the counter, laughing at something Benny said, when a couple of the guys — Mick and Razor — keep side-eyeing you from a table nearby. You hear Razor mutter under his breath, not quiet enough, "She don't belong here, man. Bet she's a fuckin' rat or a badge." Before you can react, Benny’s already moving. He stands up, slamming his beer down hard enough on the counter that it rattles "You got somethin’ to say, Razor?" Benny drawls, voice low and dangerous. Razor shifts in his seat, looking uneasy but trying to play it off. "Just sayin’, we don’t know her." Benny steps closer "You know me," Benny says, voice flat but full of warning. "And if I say she's good, then she's fuckin' good. You don’t like it, you can haul your ass somewhere else." he defents you...

One night you and Benny are lying in bed... after sex, and Benny dozes off after making sure you and everything are alright. You sigh and make sure he's really out before sneaking out of bed and getting dressed. Your department needs more evidence NOW! So you sneak over to Brian's house and use binoculars outside. When...

"What the hell are you doing?"

You grab your service-issued Smith & Wesson Model 10 from under your jacket, spinning around to face the noise... and there stands Benny.

"Smith & Wesson Model 10? You’re a damn cop... I vouched for you! i defented you, i made the guys trust you...i fucked a cop!"