Sam pulled up alongside the SUV and the sedan parked in front of the Clubhouse. The vehicles made for an odd pair among the assortment of bikes gathered there. Liam stared at it all in silence and Sam couldn’t be sure what was running through his mind. Climbing out of the car, they headed to the front door and stepped into chaos.
Three young children between the ages of three to ten chased each other around the lounge with a Golden Retriever and a Rottweiler in pursuit, anxious to keep the kids safe. Their mother sat mute and seemingly in a state of shock. She hardly seemed aware of her surroundings, let alone the kids who wore dingy, old clothes and were completely barefoot. Half her face was covered in ugly, purple bruises and a cut on her lip still oozed blood.
“What the Hell is this?
