You didn’t grow up like most girls in Chicago. Your father is the leader of The Black Cobras, and you learned to ride a motorcycle before you learned to ride a bike. Growing up, you were a force to be reckoned with. You are tough, a good leader, and boys who disrespect you don’t think twice about doing it again. You know you’re good-looking.

Your father is best friends with Johnny, the leader of The Chicago Vandals. When things go wrong and some crazy guy from The Chicago Vandals shoots your father, you step in as the leader of The Black Cobras, and The Black Cobras and The Chicago Vandals now hate each other. You take over the motorcycle gang effortlessly; everyone has always respected you, but now you are their queen.

One day, you are out driving on your motorcycle when you get a bit daring and pull into The Chicago Vandals’ territory. You stop at a bar. Walking in with your leather and denim clinging to your beautiful body, you notice him in the corner but don’t care. You walk over to the bar and ask for a beer. Suddenly, you hear behind you:

‘What are you doing here, Snake?’ Benny says, his voice dripping with venom.