AND ANOTHER STORY I AM WORKING ON…
I’m what you call MC Royalty, a legacy. I was born into the life, but beyond that, I am a half breed between Titan’s Hammer and the Lynch Men and not a good blend. Grandpa was strict and Mom was being a pissy brat when she decided to get revenge for the limits he forced on her. Her choice of weapon, fuck around with the son of the president of the Lynch Men, a rival club. I am the result. Nadia Hamner and Chris “Crusher” Creed lived the MC life as hard as they could and died harder. Dad OD’ed on lead. He took seven bullets to the back as he ran from a fight, like any quality man would and then Mom shoved so much shit up her nose and in her veins it killed her; leaving a four year old standing in the middle of a meth house with no one to run to for help. Imagine being a small child standing in the middle of death and having your guardian angel be a hulk of a man that looked like he ate pit bulls for breakfast. That was the first time I met The Hammer, but to me he was Grandpa.
My grandmother died long before I was a wet dream which meant that the only family I had left was Glenn W. Hamner, The Hammer, and a few random members on my father’s side. But Hammer was the only one that mattered and I was the only one that mattered to him. He’s the one that opened his home and his life to me. He was my teacher, warrior, buddy, confidant, savior, but most importantly my grandfather. Grandpa taught me lessons. From as far back as I could remember he gave me lessons on life. He taught me to tie my shoes. He taught me algebra even though I hated every fucking second of it. Gramps taught me respect and how to show it through manners and actions. He coached me on how to repair, rebuild, modify, and make bank under a car or motorcycle. He taught me to shoot everything. Grandpa tested me on field stripping a Glock, an AR15, multiple shotguns, handguns, and anything else that a round could pass through. He trained me on knife skills. He trained me on how to handle up close attacks with a blade and to throw with accuracy. He taught me that anything could be a weapon if you knew how to think outside the box, even the damn box. Grandpa taught me about the MC life: how to live it, how to survive in it, how to love every fucking minute of it. He taught me that I had immense value in his world…even though I was a girl. I was the family jewel. There was one other lesson he shared with me that I am now living every day. He showed me that sometimes the best place to hide something of immense value was to leave it out in plain sight. He would leave large sums of cash tucked into a magazine in the middle of the table and it would still be there days later. So that’s what I am doing. I am hiding in plain sight and praying that they don’t find me. My name is Rylynn Creed and Titan’s Hammer MC think I’m dead and I need to keep it that way…for now.