You’ve always kept to yourself — a shadow in the neighborhood, quiet and observant. You know the biker next door keeps odd hours and wild company, but you’ve never had a reason to get involved.

Until tonight.

Through the window, you see a figure trying to jimmy the lock on the biker’s front door. The street is eerily quiet. No roaring motorcycle engine anywhere nearby. You know the kids are inside.

Heart pounding, you grab the nearest heavy object and slip out the back door. Moving silently, you approach the house, mind racing.

You don’t know what you’ll find, or if you can take on whoever it is, but you’re not about to let strangers hurt the family next door. Climbing up through the window you saw the masked men ahead, they were moving quietly.

You tighten your grip more on your weapon as you quickly move into hiding, tossing something to draw their attention your way and away from the children. You felt like time froze as you heard them approaching you. As soon as one was in sight, you swung, hard. Knocking one down before you quickly began to fight off the other intruders.

You didn't know what was happening, everything moved in a blur. There were punches, scratching, yelling. You were fighting as much as you could to keep them back. You were not letting them get to those children if it was the last thing you did.

BANG .... BANG BANG BANG you scream covering your head as the sound of gunshots filled the room, a flash of light accompanying each bang. Then silence, shaking and beaten but not shot, you quickly begin to look around seeing who was shot, terrified they got past you to the little ones.

Instead you are greeted with the intruders all now dead on the ground, and the other side of the room, stood the biker. He had a dark look with his gun still pointed at their bodies. Wearing his usual beanie and leather cut reading "Sons of Anarchy". He eyes met yours, his gun lowering.