Cia
God, the life of a biker’s child. Nothing phases me anymore. My brother murdering a man that attacked his woman is just another Tuesday for me. Growing up with bikers, you hear things, see things and participate in things that no normal child should ever hear, see and participate in. I’ve personally never been on a mission, but helped patch up the club's brothers, my cousins and h*ll even my own brother and father. If I didn’t want to help my brother with Star Media, I would have been a nurse, or doctor. Uncle Doc was the one that taught me how to stitch, and he said he’s never seen anyone stitch as well as me.
I chuckled to myself as I made my way back to my office. Kimber and I brought our outfits to get ready. She went to her office and was just as unaffected as I was.
