Filly's Remorse

Life hardens a person, especially when you grow up in the foster care system. I did what I had to in order to survive, I just never meant to drag my sister down with me. Joining the Vicious Vipers was the only way to get us off the streets, but I had no idea that I was selling one bad life for another. I came at the club the same way I did everything I touched—hard, doing what I had to in order to secure that Prez patch I was itching to score. But somewhere down the rabbit hole I lost my sister, and now it was too late to get her back. If I had never formed an allegiance with the damn Devil’s Armada MC, I may have had a chance to save her. Instead, she jumped in bed with a monster, only to become a monster herself, one I couldn’t redeem if I tried. The remorse I felt surrounding my life decisions was heavy and weighing me down, but it had nothing on the stupid feelings I was trying to hide for a man I should’ve never jumped in bed with in the first place. Scythe was enemy number one, but somehow his smile and the way he made me feel was keeping me from running my dagger across his throat and burning his club to the ground. These stupid feelings were creating chaos within my ranks, and I was quickly losing the power I worked so hard to obtain. Now I had to choose between my club and the enemy, and I knew, despite how easy it seemed for others, it was one choice that may be too impossible to make.