I might be the first man to join the Cerberus MC and not love it. Instead of leaving, I bide my time, knowing that I burn every bridge I cross. When an opportunity plucks me from the desert of New Mexico and transplants me in East Tennessee I feel a little better about the path my life has taken. The new job isn't as solitary as I expected it to be. Instead of doing reconnaissance alone I'm stuck sitting at a bar, trying to determine if they're using the business as a human trafficking hub. Everything would be fine if it weren't for the bubbly bartender who can't take a hint. Doesn't this woman know what I'm capable of? She wouldn't be smiling at me if she had a glimpse into my history. Maybe giving her the attention she thinks she wants from me is exactly what she needs to start keeping her distance.