Ryan’s 6 months were long up. He owed big
money to the local residing MC, and too much time had passed.
Jackson was the newest prospect in the Storm Riders, and these men wanted to see if the new kid had what it took to ride with them. John, the Enforcer, stepped up to Jackson for some final words of advice.
“Here you
go, kid. .357 Sig P226, with 2 mags on the side. You’ll have enough to wipe out the lying fucker and collect that shiny new bike he keeps hidden in that shithole garage of his. He’s been holding out on us, and we want our
money back. Do it right, and we’ll call you brother next time we see you. You, son- today you’ve got a
chance to prove yourself to our crew. And you’re gonna do it by sending a message.”
