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My plan was to discover the truth about my brother by any means necessary, until I met a biker at a bar, and my plan was forgotten. In my drunken state, I begged him for one night, and he gave in. After that, I wanted more. I looked for him, showing up at his clubhouse more times than I could count. One day, we’re taken, ambushed. I can’t describe what we went through, and I wouldn’t want to. What I do know is we spiralled out of control, forgetting what’s important in life. I don’t know if we can pull each other back from the edge and find our happiness again, or whether we free-fall into hell.
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