I decided to re-write this story. I didn't like the other story and wanted to improve it. The first few chapters are basically the same as the original so if you've already read that one skip to chapter five.
Chapter 1- Prologue
Bio
Name: Layla Rosetta Allen
Brief History: She grew up in Los Angeles, her father died in a car accident when she was 15, her step-mother died of breast cancer when she was 22. She has a younger sister, Roxanna 'Roxy' Allen, who is 2 years younger and still lives in Los Angeles and a younger brother Oliver, who is 1 year younger. She previously worked for as an assassin before she started studying to become a doctor. She moved to Tacoma, Washington for a job at St Joseph's Children's Hospital.
Chapter 1- Prologue
I pulled into the garage, Kozik had called and asked me to come in and help patch up a few members, seemed they didn't want to go to hospital. I walked into the clubhouse and saw a man stretched out on the table. He had a knife wound to his stomach. As I approached I got a better look at him, he looked older than me, maybe in his 40s, of course you could only tell if you looked at the greying in his stubble, his body was toned and covered in tattoos.
"Well the wound seems shallow and I'll just have to stitch it up" I said calmly
As I began working on stitching up the knife wound the other guys left and started drinking and flirting with the sweetbutts and croweaters.
"You're all done just try not to do anything to strenuous for awhile, wouldn't want to rip the stitches" I said
"Thank you, Dr" he said in a raspy voice that gave my shivers done my spine.
"Allen, Layla Allen" I replied trying not to look him in his eye as I cleaned up my stuff
"Happy Lowman" he said
I looked up at him, he didn't seem like the type to make small talk but here he was, and when I looked him in the eye I felt a sudden connection. Not like love at first sight but more like an instant attraction, I knew that wasn't going to be the last time I saw Happy.