When the bad guys are the good guys who do you trust? When those tasked with upholding the law should be who you turn too, what happens when you cannot? That they're the monsters that go bump. They're the truest evil in this world.
A war is coming to the Motorcycle Clubs of Los Angeles and I for one don't wish to be a part of it anymore. Captured, the Broken Bows showed me the depth that some will go too to survive.
They showed me their malice.
Their darkness.
Their evil.
Not him though.
Not him.
The Broken Bows Enforcer showed me a compassion I would never expect from someone so vicious. Am I willing to find out more about him? To scramble through the mire of his deception.
Can we find a love in the damage as the clubs are torn apart, or will we succumb to the despair? I hope for survival. I hope love will survive.
