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I thought we’d be out of the 1 % life forever. It cost a lot to leave, but I gotta tell ya, it’d been worth every penny. Until that day.
Now, we’ve been forced back in—full throttle. I’m surprised to say I was able to slip it on like an old, worn-in, pair of boots but it’s the truth. I don’t wanna leave, or deny who I am anymore. I’ve gotten a taste of revenge and I’m craving more. I won’t stop until all the Satan’s Scavengers have paid their debts with their lives. We started, and this time we’ll finish it one body at a time. I pray to God it’ll be enough when I get home to her.
When she’s finally back with me I hope I can find the balance between our love and my love for blood and the bottle. I’ve gone back to the man I used to be. Will she still want me when she knows about all the brutality I’m capable of?
This time we’ve got two other clubs standing united with us—The Royal Bastards and the Vagabond Vipers. That says a lot about our shared enemy. We’re also doin’ the unthinkable—lettin’ the ladies get involved in club business. This whole thing goes way beyond that—it’s a bond so deep that its blood pumps in all of us and all of us will get a piece.
Did they really think we’d just roll over and take it? Go ahead–let’s play a game of hide and go fu@k yourself. I guarantee we’ll win.
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