Founding Steel

Steel
They called him The General. My father. A Marine. A man who built a kingdom from nothing but rage, faith, and loyalty stitched into black leather.
I watched him turn a broken city into a stronghold. I watched him bleed for every inch of respect the Saints Outlaws Motorcycle Club earned. And I watched him die, slow and silent, leaving me his crown and every enemy he ever made.
I’m Isaiah King. Steel, now.
I didn’t want this. Didn’t ask for the patch or the power. But I took the seat because no one else could. And if I’m gonna wear this crown, I’ll forge it myself with fire, fists, and blood if I have to.
This is the story of how the Mt. Pleasant, MI Chapter was born. How my mother walked out. How the woman I loved left when I needed her most.
It’s the story of brothers made in garages and graveyards. Of holy war in the streets. Of how loyalty built the Saints, and betrayal lit the fuse.
And yeah…
It’s the story of how I became the man who’d burn heaven and hell to protect what’s mine.
Loyalty built the club. Betrayal lit the fuse.