Holding onto Hope

Hope
Daily life is like one big, massive chore. I work to pay the bills, I live in a crap little one story house with unstable beams and I have debt collectors on my back. Not cool right? My dad died a few months ago and he left a shit storm in his wake. I’m screwed and I’m alone. 

Ghosts of my past haunt me daily. Life goes on by but I’m stuck in my head, stuck in the past. Dad created a sick version of hell and I’m about to live it. Will anyone save me? Am I on my own like I am in reality? I hope someone becomes my knight in shining armour. These men… They’re dangerous and I have no clue how to escape.

Mack
Loneliness is a constant feeling in my bones, weariness of runs with the club have me wanting to rip my hair out. I stay calm and collected for my brothers. I’m the Prez and I am not weak. But seeing everyone shacking up with woman, getting Old Ladies, it makes me want it too. 

News of an abduction reaches us, the Devil Heads MC are making a move and they’re causing hell wherever they go. Do we jump the gun and take the fuckers down? Or do we sit back and wait for their next move?