Caitlyn is supposed to be off limits.But when we meet in the bar on Steel Cobra's turf, I don't recognize her.I only know I want her panties in my pocket, her sweet lips on mine, And her curvy hips in my hands.Her dad's one mean son of a B, And the President of Hell's Fury.Having her means war.It means more blood on my hands.While I can stitch my brothers up, thanks to medical school, I can't bring 'em back if they're dead. But I want...