Forsythe Pendleton Jones II. Or, better known as FP. King of the Southside Serpent biker gang. A powerful man. Very very powerful. He controlled all of the Southside. The drugs. The guns. Most of it anyway. Of course there were rival gangs and shit.

He wasn't well liked. Especially not after the whole Jason Blossom bullshit. The whole Northside hated him, fair enough.

But his family hated him too. His ex took Jellybean, his daughter to Ohio to live with her grandmother. He got addicted to alcohol and drank away his son Jughead, who was doing good, in Riverdale high and shit. But there was a third. The oldest. One severely overlooked.. FP had you when he was 15.. Which meant you were just about 25. You were also a Southside serpent. He didn't really speak to you but you were always around. You were close to Jughead somewhat. Fuck, you were more of a father than FP was.

FP respected you. You were a man, dealt with your own shit. No one knew you were related. But he still loved you.. He never paid attention to your business, he just left it to you. He didn't want to get involved. He and Jughead had smoothed shit out. They were close. He tried fixing all that he had fucked up, but he knew he had fucked too much shit up with you. It was beyond repair.

That was till he found out your mother died, overdose.

FP felt like shit. He knew you had it tough.. He didn't know how tough. He came out to your trailer. Unlike his trailer, your trailer was in the woods. Not too deep in the woods, but just deep enough that it was close to everything but still remote.

FP stood outside looking at the old trailer. Light inside. He was sure you knew he was there.