Break-Fast. (Pun Intended)

Crimson, running like a river. Softer than velvet, flowing freely. Travelling, pooling, gathering. Like the lyrics to a song, the rhyme to your favorite lullaby, easier than breathing, natural. Blood. It pools at my feet and each step I take leaves footprints in the sand, a bookmark. Every line and vein visible, it brings comfort, it brings chaos, it brings peace. I've played the game of broken telephone, the source always remains unknown, there are 5 of us, going in circles, you speak, I speak, he speaks, she speaks, they speak and then silence.

Here we stand, trying desperately to understand our worlds, to put rhyme to reason and reason means nothing, protector. That is who you are, buried deep inside your tortured soul. I look beyond the façade, I look beyond the beauty and into the soul, where the pain lives and thrives, I look beyond the blue in your eyes into your heart I see, there lies a man. Capable of great evil, willing and able. I see undeniable love as a mirror I see lust, you are my greatest weakness, yet you give me so much strength.

I laughed, exasperated. "I know I'm not your dream girl" I told him, walking away. It felt like I was hitting my head against a concrete wall. Nothing would get through to him.
He pulled me to him, placing his lips tightly against mine. He sealed me in his arms, trapping within his grasp. "You have no idea" He whispered against me, "No earthly clue how obsessed I am with you"

I stared at him, blankly.

Never in the history of any outlaw club has there been a proper collaboration between law enforcement and any club, but when kidnapping, drugs and prostitution takes over the town, affecting mostly the kids. Both law enforcement and the club agree to put their differences aside and try to find the cause of all the commotion taking over their town, however, things become less about the town and more about a certain old lady who finds herself in the middle of a war between an ex-lover and the man of her dreams.