I was running with no place to go and nowhere to hide. Emilia I had no one. They left me at the orphanage when I was young and from there I went from foster home to foster home, carting the black trash bag with my life shoved into it. John was a welcoming rain washing away the past or so I thought.BeauKilling is like breathing natural. I was born into this life and running the local MC that was always where I was going to end up. I didn't need or...