Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club

I was on the streets, until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time, I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.
His name was Zero.
He wasn't just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.
Meet Beggar:
I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington have been my home since the day I