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They call me crazy, psycho, insane. Like I care. The only people's opinions I actually give a rip about are my brothers. Hell, they know me better than anyone and there is no doubt I'm all those things and more. The difference is, they know that even if everything I do seems crazy, it's always for the good of my club and my family. I would do anything to protect my brothers, my club. That's all I ever needed, until I walk in on the most perfect sight out of my deepest darkest fantasies while out on a job. A little sprite of a thing cutting open some d-bag on her dining room table.

Growing up as part of one of the most ruthless families in the world was bad enough. Being blind is worse. Especially when my family sees it as a weakness and wants nothing more than to torture me for things I can't control. That's okay, though. I was getting away as fast and as far as I could. I just had to find a way out of my evil brother's clutches. When I hear a noise coming from a secret room, everything changes. After finding the door in the house I was born and raised in, and realizing just how sick and demented my brother is, I know my only option is to do my best to help.

The one constant lesson in my life is to fight. Fight for survival, fight for my family, fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. What happens when family stops fighting for you? What do you do when they just give you away, handing you over to the devil himself? I guess this is where all that training takes hold. This is where the test begins. I was born and bred to win. There is no other option in my mind. Sometimes, though, you have to know when to stand and fight and when to lie low and bide your time. Lying low wasn’t easy, but in doing so, I found something else, something new.