I was a loner who married a loner. Together, we were taken captive as newlyweds.

There, amidst the rough men and women of the club, we found something elusive: inclusion.

We gave up our dead-end lives. I became a bouncer – my wife a bartender. I wasn't sure about all this; they weren't exactly career jobs.

Dealer couldn't get his rape of my wife out of his head, and was drawn to her with a demanding lust. I watched him with a satisfaction of my own.

A rogue motorcycle club has designs on Keystone, and their pop-up might be overlooked by the dominant club if things work out right...