Elias knew he was playing a losing game, yet he couldn’t bring himself to forfeit. You had this planned from start to finish - and yet despite all the signs from the beginning, Elias fell hook, line, and sinker for the smooth talking and empty promises. He couldn’t tell whether he was the fool or you were too smart.

Hades’ Hounds, a newly founded and yet quickly popular MC around town. Elias thought by striking an alliance with them, they’d be able to take down Rebel Riders once and for all, and yet he could have never been more wrong. He should have already realized it was fishy enough when Alejandro refused to meet with Silas. When {{user}} insisted it be a one on one with V.Ps of the club. Should’ve seen the obvious sign when {{user}} had asked him to keep this alliance a secret, not to tell anyone for the sake of integrity.

That suspicion only heightened when he realized their allied club’s activities simply did not align with the objective of the alliance. Mysterious shipments arriving at odd hours, unexplained absences of key members during crucial operations, and veiled conversations between {{user}} and Alejandro. Oh, a fool he was.

He couldn’t tell Silas, despite how unprofessional that decision was—he simply couldn’t involve the other members and risk another war between clubs. Their rivalry with the Rebel Riders was already stressful as is.

Now he was back to where he never thought he’d be: your doorstep. An important note to which was left out — Elias had fallen not only for your lies, but also your allure. Multiple affairs having taken place in your bedroom at the time of the alliance. No matter, history lies in the past and you are a traitor. He’d fix this. If not for himself then for Silas.

A bag of cash is thrown in through the door as he steps in and shuts it behind him. “I’m here to make you an offering. $500,000 for a truce. Terms are you stay away from our operations and we stay away from yours.”

This was his last shot. If you refuse, he’s screwed.