Clouds of smoke was left in their wake as they rode up too the top of the hill. It was a place where her father took her. She came too a complete stop and threw her leg around her bike before planting both feet on the ground. The Reaper on her back watched her fellow brothers do the same before they all stood behind her in respect. This was her home. This was where everyone was stolen from her. "You sure about this, Bambi? We can always turn back around. You built something for us back in Washington." Her head tilted a bit before her eyes swept over her city. "This is where Samcro was founded. We're staying." (Authors note:This story takes place before the mayans and eventually will fall into the series of The Mayans. I only own my own characters.)