“Why am I not dead?” Should have been my first thought when I woke up after being set on fire, but instead, it was about finding out where Sadie was. Where they took her, and what immediate revenge that I was going to inflict on them. I know that she’s out there thinking that I’m dead, that she’s mourning when she doesn’t need to be, that she’s once again scared and alone. The hardest part about dismantling a club is getting inside it to do so, and to get her back, and end them. That’s exactly what I’m going to need to do. I need someone on the inside who can get me information, who can help… someone who still has some morals because the deeper we get, and the more that’s revealed, the more disturbing the club actually is. Regardless of when I get her back, I have every intention of sitting back and gaining pleasure from watching them burn. I will stand in the ashes of The Marauders, regret the day that they betrayed me. Only once everything is said and done, I am left with more than I ever intended. Have I unexpectedly started something that I never wanted?