I might be the first man to join the Cerberus MC and not love it.
Instead of leaving, I bide my time, knowing that I burn every bridge I cross.
When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee I feel a little better about the path my life has taken.
The new job isnt as solitary as I expected it to be.
Instead of doing reconnaissance alone Im stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if theyre using the business as a human trafficking hub.
