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Overview

In 1998, William Queen was a veteran law enforcement agent with a lifelong love of motorcycles and a lack of patience with paperwork. When a “confidential informant” made contact with his boss at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, offering to take an agent inside the San Fernando chapter of the Mongols (the scourge of Southern California, and one of the most dangerous gangs in America), Queen jumped at the chance, not realizing that he was kicking-starting the most extensive undercover operation inside an outlaw motorcycle gang in the history of American law enforcement.

Nor did Queen suspect that he would penetrate the gang so successfully that he would become a fully “patched-in” member, eventually rising through their ranks to the office of treasurer, where he had unprecedented access to evidence of their criminal activity. After Queen spent twenty-eight months as “Billy St. John,” the bearded, beer-swilling, Harley-riding gang-banger, the truth of his identity became blurry, even to himself.

During his initial “prospecting” phase, Queen was at the mercy of crank-fueled criminal psychopaths who sought to have him test his mettle and prove his fealty by any means necessary, from selling (and doing) drugs, to arms trafficking, stealing motorcycles, driving getaway cars, and, in one shocking instance, stitching up the face of a Mongol “ol’ lady” after a particularly brutal beating at the hands of her boyfriend.

Yet despite the constant criminality of the gang, for whom planning cop killings and gang rapes were business as usual, Queen also came to see the genuine camaraderie they shared. When his lengthy undercover work totally isolated Queen from family, his friends, and ATF colleagues, the Mongols felt like the only family he had left. “I had no doubt these guys genuinely loved Billy St. John and would have laid down their lives for him. But they wouldn’t hesitate to murder Billy Queen.”

From Queen’s first sleight of hand with a line of methamphetamine in front of him and a knife at his throat, to the fearsome face-off with their decades-old enemy, the Hell’s Angels (a brawl that left three bikers dead), to the heartbreaking scene of a father ostracized at Parents’ Night because his deranged-outlaw appearance precluded any interaction with regular citizens, Under and Alone is a breathless, adrenaline-charged read that puts you on the street with some of the most dangerous men in America and with the law enforcement agents who risk everything to bring them in.

Editorial Reviews

Gary Kamiya

With instincts and savvy honed by years of undercover work -- and a healthy dose of good luck -- Queen gets out of this and many other tight places, and finally succeeds in gathering evidence that sends at least 18 Mongols to federal prison. Few readers will shed tears for them. Yet Queen comes to appreciate the Mongols' good qualities -- deep loyalty and love for one another -- and he becomes increasingly torn at the realization that he will have to betray men who have become closer to him than most of his law-enforcement colleagues.
— The New York Times

Kirkus Reviews

A federal agent earns his colors with the Mongol motorcycle gang while working undercover. For more than two years in southern California, Queen worked his way up through the feudal/corporate hierarchy of the notorious Mongols, for whom "murder and mayhem have become simply a lifestyle choice." They ran drugs and trafficked in guns to fill the group's coffers; they got their kicks from assaults, gunfights, stabbings, and other hideous, random acts of violence. Queen's narrative voice is a bit intimidating: gruff and unflinching, like a mean stare. This doesn't come as a big surprise, however, considering that the Special Forces veteran spent 16 years at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, working undercover to buy cocaine from the Crips in Los Angeles and machine guns from neo-Nazis in West Virginia. Queen is a natural storyteller and explainer, and his material offers top-shelf adventure. As he went about trying to gather evidence against the Mongols, he felt the disorientation that comes with long, deep cover. He began to appreciate the gang's camaraderie-they consoled him when the woman who raised him died, while his partners in the BATF never mentioned it-but was snapped back to his senses when they went out and stomped some poor slob to death. Much of Queen's time was spent trying to figure out how to thwart a murder or avoid participation in dope-taking. The episodes describing those efforts are packed with great intensity, as so much hangs in the balance. In spare moments, he tried to give his sons a real life, though that didn't happen until he surfaced to testify, when the boys were relocated along with his ex-wife to a different state under new names. A dark andtwisted world, fully realized. Don't be surprised if it runs to bestsellerdom. (16-page photo insert, not seen) Film rights to Mel Gibson/Icon Productions, with Gibson to produce, direct, and star; author tour

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345487520
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 3/28/2006
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 260
Sales rank: 96,688
Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

WILLIAM QUEEN spent twenty years as a Special Agent with the U.S. Department of the Treasury, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. A Vietnam War veteran, Queen served with the U.S. Army Special Forces and was awarded the Silver Star during his 1971 tour of duty. After his military service, Queen devoted his entire career to law enforcement. For his groundbreaking undercover work playing the part of biker “Billy St. John,” William Queen was awarded the 2001 Federal Bar Association’s Medal of Valor, the Director’s Award from the Department of Justice, the Robert Faulkner Memorial Outstanding Investigation Award from the International Outlaw Motorcycle Gang Investigator Association, the Medal of Valor from the International Narcotics Investigators Association, and the Distinguished Service Award from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.

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Chapter 1

September 1998

Somewhere near Visalia, California

“All right, Billy, how long was your fuckin’ academy?”

Red Dog pressed his ruddy, windburned face three inches from mine. I smelled that thick mix of Budweiser and crank-fueled sleeplessness on his breath. The words he spat felt hotter than the midday Southern California sun. He cocked his head to one side and pushed closer. “I’m askin’ you a fuckin’ question, Billy!”

Red Dog, the national sergeant at arms of the Mongols Motorcycle Club, stood six feet tall, with long, stringy hair and a rust-colored handlebar mustache that drooped below his chin. From his pierced forehead, a silver chain swept down ominously past his left eye. His powerfully muscled arms were sleeved out with a web of prison tattoos, and his right hand clutched a loaded 9-mm Glock semiautomatic. Behind him, six other Mongols—Evel, C.J., Domingo, Diablo, Bobby Loco, and Lucifer—all in various states of drunkenness and methamphetamine highs, were slapping magazines into their Glocks and Berettas. More than one had his Mongol colors decorated with the skull-and-crossbones patch, boldly announcing to the world that he had killed for the club.

Here at the end of a long dirt road, in an abandoned orange grove a 180 miles north of Los Angeles, what had begun as a typical Southern California day—that perfect golden sun beating down on a ribbon of black highway—had quickly turned into my worst nightmare.

For several months now, working deep undercover on assignment for the Department of the Treasury’s Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (ATF), I’d been posing as a Mongols “prospect”—a probationary member of the club, a position that allowed me to wear my black leather vest with the lower rocker reading california but not yet the official black-and-white center patch and top rocker that distinguished a full-fledged member.

As a prospect, you’re a slave, the property of the club. You have to do everything a member tells you to do, from hauling drugs and guns to wiping a member’s ass if he orders you to. Some members were good for simple orders like “Prospect, go get me a beer,” or “Light my cigarette,” or “Clean my bike.” But other members, guys like Red Dog, took inordinate pleasure in making a prospect’s life a living hell.

Prospecting inside the Mongols was a dangerous game. According to intel developed by ATF, the Mongols Motorcycle Club had assumed the mantle of the most violent motorcycle gang in America, a tight-knit collective of crazies, unpredictable and unrepentant badasses. With 350 full-patch members, the gang was a small fraction of the size of the Hells Angels, their hated rivals, but the Mongols had wreaked more than their fair share of havoc since they were founded in the early seventies.

Their most significant violent acts in the 1970s and ’80s were committed against the Angels, with whom they fought (and ultimately won) a seventeen-year war. But by the mid-nineties, infused by the ruthless Latino gang mentality of East Los Angeles, the Mongols’ indiscriminate violence spread outside the biker underworld and began to terrorize the general populace of Southern California. When the Mongols frequented mainstream bars and clubs, where people were not as familiar with the gang’s fearsome reputation, the result was a series of vicious assaults, stabbings, and gunfights. In late 1997 the Mongols got into a confrontation in a club in the San Gabriel Valley, just outside of L.A., which resulted in a shoot-out, leaving one man dead. Also in 1997, the Mongols went to two nightclubs in the Los Angeles area and stabbed patrons in plain view of dozens of witnesses, but no one would come forward to testify against them.

Nor was the Mongols’ violence limited to the outside world; even within the ranks of the club, the gang had such a reputation for assaulting its prospects that by the late nineties, the membership was dwindling: No one wanted to join a club if it meant that every day and night he had to worry about taking a savage beat-down. In 1998 they adopted a new national policy: No beating on the prospects. And almost everyone stuck by it, except for Red Dog.

Despite the fact that as national sergeant at arms he was supposed to be enforcing the club’s rules and constitution—yes, the club had a seventy-page constitution—Red Dog was a loose cannon, riding his Harley through life with a “fuck everyone” attitude. For months he was in my face, smashing his heavy fist into my chest, at times uppercutting me as hard as he could. More than once he’d sucker-punched me in the gut, leaving me doubled over, gasping for air, and ready to puke. But I was a prospect, so I gritted my teeth and sucked it up.

That morning we had all hooked up at C.J.’s house, where the dudes drank hard and I did my prospect thing, fetching beer for the patches (as fully inducted members of the club are called), lighting their cigarettes, watching them do line after line of crank and coke. Then when Red Dog figured everyone was drunk and high enough, he gave an abrupt order: “Let’s go shoot.”

This was a Mongols membership requirement: Before any prospect could attain full-patch status in the club, he had to prove that he owned a firearm and was a decent shot. When I got behind the wheel of my bullet-pocked red Mustang, I thought we were heading out to an actual firing range—and so did my ATF backup. We formed a ragged convoy behind Red Dog’s burgundy Monte Carlo as we left the Visalia city limits. I kept glancing in my rearview mirror, checking to see that my backup was still there. But as we got farther and farther into the countryside of vineyards and orange groves, eventually turning down a remote dirt driveway, I realized we had completely lost my backup. I also realized this wasn’t going to be a standard firearms-qualification exercise. There was nothing ATF could do to help me now. If shit went bad, it just went bad. I was alone.

Now, with a collection of new semiautomatic pistols on the hoods of our cars and the loaded magazines clicking into place, the mood in the orange grove suddenly turned dark and twisted. One Mongol brother stood loading rounds into a street-sweeper, a high-capacity, drum-fed semiautomatic 12-gauge shotgun that looks similar to the old Thompson submachine gun from the Prohibition era. An awesome assault weapon, beloved by drug dealers and hard-core gangsters, the street-sweeper has since been banned by the feds. I knew that a gun like that was useless for target shooting; like the tommy gun, a street-sweeper is a pure killing machine.

Without warning, Red Dog was up in my face again, head cocked to one side, hollering crazily—accusing me of being an undercover cop. “How long was your fuckin’ academy, Billy?”

“What are you talkin’ about, Red Dog?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Billy! Who the fuck did you tell you was comin’ up here? Who the fuck did you tell you was gonna be with the Mongols today? Who, Billy?”

“I didn’t tell nobody. Come on, Red, why you acting like this? I didn’t tell nobody I was coming up to Visalia.”

He locked his slate blue eyes on mine and, in torturous silence, stared at me for fifteen seconds. “So you’re saying if I put a bullet in the back of your fuckin’ head right now, ain’t nobody gonna know where to start looking for you? Is that right, Billy?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s right, Red Dog.”

He gestured across the dusty, desolate, trash-strewn field, told me to go set up some cans to shoot at. My first thought was of the infamous 1963 Onion Field case, chronicled in Joseph Wambaugh’s bestseller and subsequent movie, in which two young LAPD officers, after stopping a vehicle in Hollywood they suspected had been involved in a series of armed robberies, were kidnapped by a pair of ex-convicts and taken to a remote onion field outside Bakersfield. Officer Ian Campbell was shot dead while Officer Karl Hettinger watched in horror before escaping with his life.

When I turned my back to Red Dog and the other armed Mongols, the icy realization hit me: After the firefights in Vietnam, after twenty-five years in law enforcement, this was the way it ended—I was going to die on a gorgeous Southern California day, by a Mongol bullet, in the middle of a godforsaken, abandoned orange grove somewhere outside Visalia.

I closed my eyes and began to walk, waiting for the bullets to start tearing through my back. I couldn’t even turn to shoot it out: Red Dog and Domingo had made certain that I was the only one without a gun. It was a simple equation: If they’d made me, I was going to die today. I stumbled across the field in my motorcycle boots and suddenly saw an image of my two sons standing tearfully over my open casket. I’d felt similar eerie premonitions during my tour of duty in Vietnam, but here, without question, there was nothing worth dying for.

Suddenly, I heard a loud pop and felt my boot crunching an empty beer can. My knees buckled, but I bent down and picked up the can. I glanced back toward the Mongols and saw them talking in a tight circle instead of pointing their guns and training their sights on me. No, they weren’t going to shoot me, at least not right now . . .

Interviews & Essays

An Interview with William Queen

Q: When you were undercover with the Mongols, did you ever stop "playing the role" and start to identify with the group? How was your sense of self challenged?

A: I found myself becoming the part I was playing from time to time. Especially after I got used to the idea that I could fit in with such a lawless and twisted group of people without actually getting myself killed. The more time I spent with them the more what we think of as "normal" social events I incurred, along with what you and I think of as family time. I even found myself believing that they were, for the most part, just like you and me. Quite often Mongols would treat me like a real brother even to the point that I knew they would put their lives on the line for me. I compared this to my brothers-in-arms at ATF and realized very few of them who would put their lives on the line for me. I became confused, sometimes quite often. This really came to a head with the death of my mother. Not a single ATF employee expressed condolences about my losing her. But Mongol after Mongol told me that they were sorry about my mom and that they loved me. I felt genuinely guilty for what I was doing. And I realized how much of a number I was to ATF. I truly wanted to be a Mongol at that point. I even thought about telling them the truth and backing out of the undercover operation. I was saved from my confusion by the Mongols' propensity for crime and violence. Just when I thought I knew what was really right with the Mongols, they would do something stupid like murder someone or rape some female. I was instantly brought to reality again. But, it would still weigh on me, as you might imagine.

Q: Why is being a 1%er a source of pride for OMG members? Do they choose this path because they thrive on lawlessness, or are they drifters looking to be taken in by a community?

A: OMGs (outlaw motorcycle gangs) don't want to be part of the norm, the mainstream. They don't want to conform and don't care for "The System." For the most part they don't care what the community or society thinks or demands. They take pride in the "Outlaw" part of the 1%er. Laws are made for people like you and me. 1%ers have their own code they live by. Not everyone can be an outlaw. Just like other elite groups, this is what they pride themselves in. The way they see it, they are a unique and elite group of people. So if you can make it (with them), you are somebody.

For the most part 1%ers come from the criminal side of our society. They are already outside the mainstream and quite often find themselves in some type of criminal gang. OMGs are like the ultimate gang. They have a mystique about them. A kind of cream of the criminal crop. They portray power as a group and as individuals. Fear is quite often confused with respect in this world, and the less successful people looking for success quite often see themselves with power if they could be a part of such organizations. OMGs aren't looking for intelligent or educated people. They are looking for the birds of a feather. Once inside, there is a real sense of security. You don't fight a Mongol, you fight the Mongols. Mongol brothers don't care whether you cheat your neighbor or sell drugs. They don't care whether you take a bath or drink too much. They are going to accept you anyway. They'll stand together when other organizations fall apart.

Q: What kind of presence do outlaw motorcycle gangs have today. Are they as large and organized still as they were when you were undercover?

A: OMGs are worldwide. They are bigger today then when I rode. They are as organized and as dangerous as ever.

Q: Do you still ride?

A: I do still ride. I own a 2000 Harley-Davidson Dyna Wide Glide. I'll ride till I can't ride any more.

A Glossary of Terms

1%er -- The 1% symbol is derived from a statement by the AMA (American Motorcycle Association) that 99% of the country's motorcyclists are law-abiding individuals. The 1% symbol has become the mark of the outlaw bike rider. A 1%er patch is worn to indicate this status as a public menace.

Cages -- Cars (OMG protocol is to never wear their colors in cages).

Church -- Meeting time for gang members

Colors -- The official uniform of all outlaw motorcycle gangs; consists of a sleeveless jacket/vest decorated with the club patch on the back, and secret coded patches that detail a member's sexual and criminal exploits. Colors are worn only by male members and are held sacred by outlaw gang members.

Earning patches -- To be "patched in" is to become an official member of an outlaw motorcycle gang.

Laughlin River Run -- The third-largest annual motorcycle event (poor man's Vegas) in the country held in Laughlin (a Colorado River resort town) the third week of April and drawing over 25,000 motorcycle enthusiasts.

Mongols -- An outlaw biker gang named after Genghis Khan's tribe, which conquered most of the known world and earned the reputation for being barbaric.

OMG -- Outlaw motorcycle gang, such as Hell's Angels, Mongols, Warlocks, et al.

Prospect -- A probationary or prospective member of a motorcycle gang.

Punishment ceremony -- Public punishment for violating a tenet of the Mongols' 72-page constitution (a woman was once crucified and left hanging on a tree because she refused to hand over all her money to her Mongol man).

Purple Heart patch -- A patch stitched on the left side of a leather vest that indicates a member has been shot while in combat for the gang.

Riding sixty-six -- Mongol code for traveling armed in civilian clothes, or carrying a firearm while not flying your colors; usually means robbery, extortion, or murder is about to take place.

Skull-and-bones patch -- A patch indicating that a member has committed murder for the gang.

Sleeved out -- A Mongol biker's arms after being tattooed to the point of showing no more unmarked skin.

Tweeker -- Police vernacular for a methamphetamine addict.

Wings -- Emblem worn by 1%ers as a pin or patch attached to the colors. All wing earning must be witnessed.

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Posted September 26, 2010

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Must read.

I started this book two nights ago. I read all through the day yesterday, and finished it off today. Awesome book...could not put it down. Agent Queen tells the story in such a way that gives you all the information you need, but does not drown out your interest in overkill details. Congratulations, Agent Queen, on a job well done.
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Anonymous

Posted July 23, 2009

Under and Alone

This is a must read for those that enjoy true crime. If you know anything about the motorcycle club this book is about, it is a miracle the undercover agent made it out alive. The story is well told and has some great insight from the ATF agent's point of view. William Queen goes into detail on exactly how he gained the confidence of the club members. The story is told factually without a bunch of embellishment or dramatization. The book gets straight to the point and keeps you mesmerized to see what is going to happen next. Obviously, Mr. Queen makes it out alive but his life is forever changed.
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niafong

Posted March 5, 2009

He Had some attitude

William Queen had to battle both the brass of the ATF and the Mongols in this riveting crime thriller, draped with boozing bikers bent on murderous mendacity and the Mongols proved themselves to be highly uncouth bunch of misfits, but they would have no problem killing even their wives or as they called them, "their ol lady." The Mongols luckily never found out the daring agent as he would help round up 42 Mongols on various charges who went to state and federal prions as a result o f his undercover work. At least many of these miserable buggards are behind bars for the rest of their lives as they should. Thank you, William Queen.
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Anonymous

Posted February 9, 2009

Hard to put the book down!

I bought my son the book and he couldn't put it down. He read it in two days and wanting more books like it. I recently purchased Armed and Dangerous and sent it to my son.
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Posted February 3, 2009

Amazing!

I just happened across this book while looking through true crime section online. Read a few pages inside, online and was instantly hooked. I immediately went to the bookstore and bought it. I was enthralled in this book every free moment that I had. He has the ability to make you feel like you are right there in the moment. I was on the edge of my seat waiting for what was going to happen next, wanting to read faster. Great read, highly recommend it for anyone, even if you're oblivious to the Outlaw Biker Gang scene (as I was).
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Posted July 9, 2008

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It pulls you in with accounts that leave your mouth wide open in astonishment.BUT most of the story was sugar coated in some areas'understandibly' and then others were spiced up with major motion picture type scenarios that really dont happen in any MC. The book really just paints any Motorcycle Club that has been deemed a 'gang' to be drug dealer's, killer's, and thiev's. Knowing quite a few upstanding, honest, and hardworking men with great friends and family's in a few different clubs, makes me feel like the world needs to get to know each and every one of these men instead of baseing their views off of a book.'Its better to have an idea, then a set belief'-Dogma

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Posted February 10, 2008

A must-read for any motorcyclist!

Have you ever known how it feels to be totally alone and afraid for you life? Read Under and Alone, and you will know. William Queen, has done an incredible job of bringing his time as an under cover agent for the ATF to life on these pages. He gave up three years of being with his family to do the unheard of, becoming a patched in member of the Mongols Motorcycle Club. Then to rise within the club to become an officer. Yet everyday was filled with the fear of being found out and murdered. His bravery and commitment towards the investigation is profound, yet you get the feeling that even though he did his job. He developed a personal relationship with some of the most dangerous people this country has every seen. This is a must read book if you have ever been in or around the motorcycle life style, whether you are a weekend warrior or a true blue motorcyclist.
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Posted December 25, 2007

Revved and ready to go

I enjoyed this book. Not only did Mr Queen talk about his investigation of the Monguls, he also talks about the relationships he developed and the struggle of doing his duty as a law enforcement officer against the loyalty he felt for the friends he had made.
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Anonymous

Posted October 29, 2007

COULDN'T PUT IT DOWN

From the very moment i started reading this story, i knew i couldn't put it down. I stayed up all night reading. This man went way and above the call of duty. Excellent, excellent, excellent. All i can say is thank god for cops like him trying to make our world a better and safe place to live.
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Posted September 12, 2007

Cant get this from a hollywood movie

This book had me hooked from the first sentence. Once I opened it I couldnt put it down. His journey into the motorcyle world takes you into a reality that only few have witnessed and have lived to tell about. William Queen pulled off one of the greatest undercover jobs of the modern era.
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Posted April 9, 2007

Tale of Bravery

Well-told story of undercover infiltration of Mongols motorcycle gang.
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Anonymous

Posted December 19, 2006

Awesome True Story

Under And Alone by William Queen really held my interest, I started reading it for a book report and really got into it right away. The book tells a great story of how Queen, an undercover ATF agent in an outlaw motorcycle gang, handled himself in times of great pressure and stress. The book was told in a way that wanted me to keep turning the page and reading more. I have even bought it for Christmas gifts. If you like true crime I highly recommend that you pick up this book, trust me when I say you will have trouble setting it down.
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Anonymous

Posted October 24, 2006

Amazing

I am not much of a reader, but once I picked up the book Under and Alone, by William Queen it was hard to put it down. It is about an ATF (Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms) agent who goes undercover in one of the most dangerous and wild outlaw motorcycle gangs in the world, also known as the Mongols. He first gets his assignment when he receives a phone call from one of his fellow agents John Ciccone, asking him if he wants to get an introduction into the gang from a promising confidential informant, also known as a CI. As Billy takes the offer he and Ciccone have no idea what they are getting themselves into. As he gets introduced he makes a good impression with the boys, mainly two of the top patches in the gang, Rocky and Rancid. As time goes by William Queen a.k.a. Billy Saint John, gets invited to ride with the Mongols on the Laughlin run, which is the third biggest annual motorcycle event in the country. After reaching their destination, Billy gets his first life threatening confrontation when he is asked to do a line of ¿crank¿ from his new pal Rocky. Knowing that if he does it he will have to go to the hospital and recover from it, and possibly ruin this job, he has to think fast to get out of this situation. After this big run with the San Fernando Valley Chapter of the Mongols, Billy gets an invitation from Rocky to be a member of the club. Of coarse he accepts this challenge not knowing the struggle he has to go through first by being a prospect. A prospect is someone who pretty much is the property of the gang, meaning they have to light every cigarette or pretty much do anything the patch members tell them to do, and I mean everything. Usually you have to be in this stage for a long time before you develop full patch membership. In Billy¿s case he is a prospect for a short while until he receives his full patch member status into the club. Under and Alone is one of the best books I have ever read, showing you how one man can single handedly bring down a group of the most feared people in the world. William Queen gives you an in depth report on the most corrupt gang and shows you that all bad actions have consequences, in this case severe consequences. I really liked this book because it was full of action and it never came to any slow parts. It always had something going on, which mainly was the reason why I finished the book in three days. I wanted to see what was going to happen next. There were no parts in this book that I didn¿t like, it was really that good. I recommend this book to anyone who likes non-stop action from beginning to end, trust me you wont regret it.
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Anonymous

Posted August 20, 2006

1st book since HS

I never was one to read books. In fact, this would be the first book I read since a HS book report. I purchased it from the airport store to pass the time on the plane. I have to say this book was incredible. The first page just sucks you right in. So well written you can just visualize everything he describes. Hold on to your seat. The book also has many passages that will tend to raise your pulse if not your blood presure too! This book has movie written all over it. The story it contains is truly what movies are made of. I highly recomend this book not to just 'pass the time' on a airplane, but for anytime reading!
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Posted September 27, 2006

True Blue Shiznit

I like the real stuff and Queen kept it real yo. In fact Queen has some King size cohones and I hope he made a lot of $crilla because justice? Well, it is not what is should be in real life. Read about it yahh.
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Posted May 13, 2006

Kept me in it

I tend to loose interest and not finish more books then I'd care to admit. But this book held my interest from start to finish. Its a powerful story that will keep you on the edge of every page. In fact if I had one criticism it would be it was to short and could have gone further. Bill Queen is a true American Hero, a talented talented man on many levels.
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Posted April 3, 2006

If you ride you understand.

Queen is a brave man and found out what TRUE brotherhood is.The Mongrols cared about him much more than any of the law men did. His decision was very tough and could have easily changed.
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