My plan was to discover the truth about my brother by any means necessary, until I met a biker at a bar, and my plan was forgotten. In my drunken state, I begged him for one night, and he gave in.
After that, I wanted more. I looked for him, showing up at his clubhouse more times than I could count. One day, we’re taken, ambushed. I can’t describe what we went through, and I wouldn’t want to.
What I do know is we spiralled out of control, forgetting what’s important in life.
I don’t know if we can pull each other back from the edge and find our happiness again, or whether we free-fall into hell.
