Somethings are best left alone.

I know this. I should stand by it.

That would be the safest option for me.

But, well, I just can’t do that.

Because the thing I should leave alone…is everything.

It is the reason I breathe.

It is the reason I keep putting one foot in front of the other.

I need help. I know it, but nobody wants to step up and give that to me.

The case is too hard.

There is nothing they can do.

And then I meet them. Bikers. The Knight Brothers.

They can give me the help I need. They have the resources.

But there is one problem that lies amongst all of this.

Lincoln Knight. 

I can’t stand him.

I loathe him.

I despise him.

And yet, he’s determined to help me.

He won’t take no for an answer.

And if I’m being honest…I need him.

But working with him, spending time with him, it’s the last thing I want to do.

But…I have no choice.

And I know it.

This most definitely won’t end well.