These are the moments when I love being a member of this club. Feeling the wind blowing through my hair and the feeling of riding against something much bigger than I am. It's the part of this fucked up family that I'd never trade. It's what sucked us into this life in the first place. We never meant to end up running guns but we were just in the right place at the right time. Or maybe the wrong place at the wrong time.

"We're gonna be late, Shads!" Jimmy called from his bike over to me.

"Not if I can help it. We need those AKs!" I yelled back before twisting the throttle.

I pulled up to the cabin with about five minutes to spare thanks to our speeding. But whats the point in having a fast bike if you don't push her sometimes.

"I thought you weren't coming, boy." John Kelly spoke in his thick Irish accent.

"I had to push the Harley to get here. The others will be here in a minute." I said as I walked over and shook his hand.

"Should we wait or get started without them?" Kelly asked.

"I think they can catch up, lets do this."

He led me over to his truck before raising the back hatch and hoping inside. The sight to anyone on the outside world wouldn't give them the feeling I'm getting now. Anxious, for the most part I'm used to this but sometimes it hits me especially being alone. I pushed my thoughts back to the sight before me. Crates. At least ten of them to be exact.

"Grab the crow bar out of the front and hop up here, boy!" Kelly yelled.

I walked around to the front of the 18 wheeler and grabbed the crow bar.

"Drop it!" Someone yelled from behind me. I did as I was told but reached for the gun in my cut. I drew my gun and turned quickly locking the aim on the man's head. It was then that man started laughing a laugh I've heard since I was fifteen years old.

"Fuck you, Jimmy!" I yelled to my Sgt. at Arms as he walked over to meet up with John. I picked the crow bar up and went back around to the crates.

I through the crow bar at Jimmy and connected with his leg.

"Ow, what the fuck?" Jimmy asked.

"Help John get AKs out."

After a minute of fighting with the wooden crates and pulling the decoy off the top in case they were to get searched John reached in and pulled out a fully assembled AK and snapped a clip into it.

"This one is assembled and ready to shot, so you can see the product the rest you gotta assemble." John said as he handed it to me.

"Beautiful." I said as I aimed the gun and locked on to an old outhouse and pulled the trigger. A hail of bullets shot of the end of the gun before I released the trigger.

"Fantastic, Kelly." I said to the Irish man as he jumped down from the truck.

"Well, then call your boys and we'll get this shit unloaded."

"Let's go have a drink, Kelly!" I heard Jimmy yell as he started towards the cabin door.

I pulled the pre-paid cell from my pocket and dialed the club house number. After about ten rings someone finally answered.

"Yo, Pres. How'd it go?" Zacky, my VP asked.

"Great, I need you all here and bring the prospect too. We got ten plus crates of AKs to unload and assemble before tomorrow."

"Are you sure the prospect is deep enough?"

"I guess we'll see. If not then he'll get two bullets to the back of the head." I said.

"We're on our way." Zacky said before he hung up.

Notes

Alright, so here is the prologue to my new story. It'll be a Sons of Anarchy and Avenged Sevenfold story.

Let me know what you think.