I've given my life to the club. And now, I might be the reason an empire falls.

Finn "Shamrock" Adair

A year of my life—stolen.

The number of once-in-a-lifetime moments the Cartel took from me is immeasurable. I missed the birth of my children, their first milestones, their first words. I wasn't here when two of my brothers claimed ol' ladies. I missed most of my sister-in-law's pregnancy and wasn't there to help my sister through her miscarriage.

Most of all, I wasn't here to lay my mother to rest.

Missing all those things, getting my life back, being the man they needed for a year, but I couldn't be, is all that should matter to me. That should be my only focus now that I'm home and with my club again.

But the Cartel destroyed that man that once ran this club. Used as a guinea pig to test their newest drugs, the only thing I want to do, the only thing I can seem to focus on, is getting high again. A year in a constant state of being out of my mind has left me as little more than a junkie.

I want to do the right thing, but I can't.

The demons unleashed in me are too strong, have too great a hold now.

My club isn't going to give up, though, and for once, their greatest adversary isn't an outside force—it's me.

I held this club together for so long, waited a lifetime to get my woman back, and now? I just might be the very reason it all crumbles to the ground.