They Set Me Up to Take the Fall for the Murder of My Entire Motorcycle Club — But They Didn’t Count on Me Fighting Back

“The killer took his time. Each man was forced to kneel. Each was asked something before being shot. There were marks on the floor where they crawled, begging.”

My stomach turned. Not my brothers. Proud men. Veterans.

“They wouldn’t beg,” I said before I could stop myself.

“They did. And I think you know why.” She leaned closer. “The name Reyes mean anything to you?”

My blood went cold. Victor Reyes. I hadn’t heard that name spoken aloud in three decades.