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Misfits are known for arranging and providing neutral, protected ground for negotiations or product transfers among numerous criminal organizations.

We don’t shed unnecessary blood like rival clubs.

We don’t intervene to ultimately benefit ourselves.

We don’t facilitate or participate in said activities.

No.

We exist to keep the balance.

Order.

Every chapter is tightly intertwined with the city they reside in.

There’s an unspoken understanding that The Misfits MC will do everything they can to keep the peace within the town’s limits as long as they’re given a profitable passage to make that possible.

Mutually assured destruction or construction.

City’s choice.

Avallone belongs to the Lords.

And the Lords are all about construction.

Expansion.

This is their city.

Others just operate in it.

There’s always at least one direct blood tie to the Lords at our Round Table – the main leaders in a Misfit chapter – and while Horace Lord – “Stone” – is a cousin – so connected – the much more powerful lineage to the almighty family who we operate with as much as through belongs to a different member.

One who crashed their oldest daughter’s Jet Ski and made her his in that same breath.

Nimue didn’t know what hit her.

And Greg Givens “Dive” – the other Misfit I’m really fucking close to – would’ve swam to the bottom of the lake to prove his worth to her.

I remember thinking he was crazy.

Not for chasing a Lord, although that didn’t help.

I couldn’t imagine wanting an Old Lady.

Fuck the idea of finding one.

Now that I think I’ve found one?

Can’t imagine not wanting her.

Isn’t that irony or some shit?

Is there another word for it?

A better word?

Why do I get the vibe that Teach would know the answer?