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Long time ago, before the Brotherhood began all crazy about our hierarchy in the eyes of our leaders, everything was different. We were all equal, and nobody tried to be the boss around the clubhouse. Except JC, only I knew that old, liar and twisted man, was up to something, but I never told anyone, a serious accusation around the club would mean a lot, and If I was wrong, my patch was off. At the beginning when we where all still friends, we hanged around the clubhouse with our ol’ ladies, and shared a couple of beers and talk business. We used to say we will stand for each other every single time, but once you take out the patch, nobody calls. What type of brotherhood is that? I mean, once a brother always a brother, I used to believe in that, and my heart and soul lived by that say. Our crew is called the Reapers, we believed in equality, and freedom, and we will chase our beliefs at all cost, there was no godly commandment that stopped us from doing that, not even death, because as you should know Reapers are not dead or alive, we believe we are on the middle, we serve no god or demon, we serve ourselves, the people we love and death by leaning our own with graciousness. But don’t get me wrong, we are not bad guys, we do not consider ourselves killers, or gang members, we just know there are bad people out there, and we train to protect ourselves and keep our business flowing. But as I said, things are not as before, I believe my best friends have switched sides and leave me all alone, I know that old man has poisoned them with that tongue he has. And I know he is dangerous, and I can tell you something, I will stop him. Everything I do is for the BH (brotherhood), even if it’s saving if from itself. I know JC has told everyone that he can lead, that he can take care of our charter, but it’s a lie. Like everything he says. Since he took command and set a strict hierarchy between ourselves we don’t look like a crew, just like hungry lions trying to get the bigger bite from the recent hunt. I remember we used to vote, and that seems like a distant memory, know we just stay put and obey. But enough of whining, its time of doing something, in the morning he asked Chosey to set up a meeting with me, who for some reason when he came to me was crying. So I’m waiting in the directive room where we all used to sit and make the decisions. And I already made mine, as he probably made his, of kicking me out of the club.  So he comes in and starts thanking me for all my services, suddenly I start feeling like a retired soldier as he forgets the number one rule, “once a reaper, always a reaper”. I notice no one is around the clubhouse, so I get mad and jump of my seat, and I start yelling to my president how I know what he is up to, things het rough, as he stands up and grabs me by the neck, everything escalated really quickly as he now is pointing a gun over my head.  Suddenly I hear a gun shot, but I’m not dead, and a lot of blood is all over me, I’m stuck in a loop, paralyzed, in shock thinking a thousand times who possibly could have killed him. But I’m scared to look, so I close my eyes, and I hear a soft whisper in my ear, telling me “One dies, so the others can be free”.