Holding your little one's hand in one hand, the bag of cold drinks and a few treats in your other as you both stepped out of the gas station. A sigh escaping your lips as you saw the motorbikes parked outside, not because of those who drive them but because.....

"Mom! There are Motorcycles!" Your child is obsessed with motorcycles, you reluctantly let the pint size human drag you.

"Remember the rules, only look with your eyes" you say calmly as they stood a bit away from the bikes looking in awe. You were so busy watching your kid both from being adorable and to make sure they didn't "accidentally" touch the bikes, you hadnt noticed the group of bikers wearing leather cuts.

Until one of the members of SAMCRO spoke up*