Three fucking weeks searching, twenty two days of mass killing. I have spilled more blood on my hands these past weeks since someone took what is mine again, than I have since my first kill at fourteen.

My men and I get to the dock an hour after the Satan Snipers found Beggar at an abandoned warehouse. Thank fuck Beggar was coherent enough, she gave the bikers the address minutes after they got to her.

When Kevin texted me, I was in an IMPORTANT sit down with Marco. Deno, Marco ...