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For years, there were flareups between the clubs. Eventually, Kraken ordered a hit on my brother, Bomber. Instead, the shooting ended the life of his teenage son, Connor. President by then, I ordered the club’s Enforcers—Apex and Ghost—to end the life of one of Kraken’s adult sons. As children, Rhodes had been my friend. Ending his life wore heavy on me, but I had no choice.
After each club lost someone from the ruling family, an edgy truce fell between us. Not long afterward, Kraken suffered a stroke and hid his illness. When his men found out he was weak, they executed two of his younger sons. A third son named Finch escaped but hasn’t been heard from since.
During this violent time, Kraken’s oldest son was locked in prison. Rafe knew a target was on his back as soon as he got released.
After Kraken was sidelined, his daughters were handed over to the Sanctuary. Jules was my dream woman, and I finally staked my claim on her heart. We’re now raising Jules’s son—five-year-old, Anthony—and her little sister—seven-year-old, Scout—along with my two five-year-old daughters, Zoey and Evie. Despite our happiness, the trouble with the Horned Angels Motorcycle Club hung over our future.
Then, like a miracle, Rafe was released early, after ratting out a few prison assholes. No one knew he was getting out. The Horned Angels weren’t prepared for what he had planned.
Rafe tore through the Cahuenga compound, killing everyone in his path. Cypher and Dio—the club’s new President—spent a year at the top of the Horned Angels worried over each other’s next move.
In the end, their plans didn’t matter. Rafe ended them and a dozen other men. He set fire to homes and the compound’s clubhouse. By the time the fire burned out, Rafe was in the wind with his mother.
Later, when Jules spoke to her half brother, Rafe claimed Kraken was already dead prior to the attack. I suspect Rafe likely put the sickly man out of his misery. That or his mom did it to save herself when life got too dangerous at the Cahuenga compound.
The death and destruction Rafe left was big news for all of four months. Questions were asked about the Born Villains Motorcycle Club’s possible involvement. There were stories about Rafe. The authorities were looking for him. Not because of any witness statements from the compound, just the timing seemed suspect and he’d ditched his parole check-ins.
During that time, the Sanctuary locked down and stayed quiet. Our lawyers dealt with the authorities. We avoided the media.
Unable to get any interesting details, the news coverage moved on. Without any evidence to pin on our club and unable to locate Rafe, the cops lost interest.
As the heat comes off us, I struggle to accept my club’s new reality. Our longtime enemies are gone. Their territory is ours for the taking. And I didn’t have to do a damn thing.
I’m pleased, of course. Yet, the relief is jarring after having an enemy lurk at the edges of our territory for years.
The few surviving Horned Angels members sniffed around Metamora to see if they might find a home here. Knowing the twisted shit they did to Jules, I ordered them out of town.
I also refused sanctuary to every woman and child from the Cahuenga compound. They never supported Jules, so I told them to fuck off. Of course, Papa Bear tossed money at the widows and got them set up elsewhere. My father is far more merciful than I am.
Since the end of the Horned Angels, Jules has struggled with a storm of emotions like sorrow, regret, and anger. When my woman sinks into a dark mood, she gets reclusive and rarely leaves our home.
I don’t push her. Jules has gone through too much trauma over a short period of time, and she’s never really recovered from moving to Cahuenga years ago.
Fortunately, at the Sanctuary, Jules has friends and a support system. The kids still get their schooling, therapy, and playtime, even if she can’t bear to leave the house. Our family of six has learned to think like a team and lift up our struggling members. I have no doubt we’ll get healthy with time.
After the Horned Angels were dead, I knew only one enemy could threaten the Sanctuary’s growing calm.
The “Black Gold Four” run their debauchery out of a small Texas town named Primrose. We first learned about them a year ago when a tiny, blonde ballerina found her way to Metamora and asked around about Papa Bear. Before we could get to her, two PI thugs tried to force her back to Primrose. The struggle left them dead and Giselle with amnesia.
Though she doesn’t remember her past, we’ve pieced together information about the Black Gold Four. Meanwhile, they learned Giselle was in Metamora. So far, they’ve tried the lawyer route and the “concerned family friend” tactic. More than once, we’ve received threats from Zack Reinhart’s lawyer, claiming they’ll report us to the feds or state cops and reclaim Giselle.
Except the Black Gold Four don’t know she has amnesia. That’s been the rub since the beginning. If I tell them she can’t remember—and won’t rat them out to the press or authorities—they might leave her alone. Or they’ll use her amnesia as a way to con the law into stepping into the issue.
Either way, I know these people won’t give up. Killing them seemed tricky, though. They live on several estates with other abused daughters referred to as “Dolls.”
The Born Villains don’t do assassinations. The club only watches over our territory and the people inside it. Traveling to another state to challenge oil tycoons and their hired guns isn’t our way.
But not long after Giselle joined the Sanctuary family, we met a vigilante named Luca Elmwood. She’s putting together a plan to raid the estate, kill the assholes, and save the Dolls. Giselle can finally rest, knowing she helped the ones she left behind.
However, rushing into this raid isn’t an option. Luca is more than a killer. She’s also the woman capable of soothing Ghost’s gnarly heart. I hadn’t believed their relationship would stick. Yet, a year later, they’ve built a house together and are talking about having a kid.
Having known Ghost for over a decade, I want him to be happy, so putting his woman—along with him and other members of the club—at risk digs at me.
For six months, we’ve set the stage for the raid. I’ve paid people to spy for us in Primrose. We installed cameras around the Texas town to track the movements of the rich fucks and their armed security.
During that time, Luca made inroads against the enemy. She and Ghost took out one of the Black Gold Four while he vacationed in Cabo San Lucas. They killed another one at a New York City Christmas party. One of the remaining two Black Gold Four might have gotten spooked by the seemingly unconnected deaths. He’s been hiding out in New Zealand.
Our Primrose sources claim the Dolls are currently at the Reinhart estate. Giselle’s father and his security are the only obstacles standing in our way.
