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Prologue

Tennessee 2008

It was finally fucking over

Or

Either way, years, years of busting his ass, taking shit, and being treated like a worthless ot were finished

The vote was unanimous

He was finally a brother

Well, he was ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the way in They couldn’t just vote hi over for the past two years No, they had to throw hie, and a bitch of a test it was

A branding The Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club emblem On the left forearm It was as important as the patches on the leather cut each brother wore So important, if a man was tatted on his left forearm he couldn’t even prospect No, the emblem had to be seared into clean skin, so anyone and everyone would knoho belonged to the motorcycle club

And if being branded wasn’t bad enough, there were rules that went along with the barbaric ceremony

Every brother had to be in attendance Heckling, ribbing, waiting to see just howfor them to crack

No screa

No tears

No passing out