Good Gone Bad

They say one action doesn’t define you. I killed a man. Stabbed him in the neck and licked the blood off my lips after I did it. Still, one action doesn’t define you. I could have called anyone: my father, the Prez of The Fallen MC, our family lawyer, my best friend Lila, or my brother King. I didn’t. Instead, I called Lionel Danner, the police officer renowned for taking down the Nightstalkers MC — the man who had been my father’s arch nemesis for decades, the man who hated everything I stood for, a man who had disappeared from my life without explanation three years ago. I called him. And maybe one action doesn’t define you, but killing a bad man and calling in the good changed my life, and it sure as hell changed his.