Max walks over to Mickey and extends his arm to shake his hand. "Hey, I'm Max man." Max pulls his arm back in pain. (Waiting for any reply)

Max leans back and listens as you all talk among yourselves. Arms crossed with his feet kicked up.

Max gets on his bike. "I'm ready for this, brother."

"I know where to start Michael. I know the first place..." Max smirks and looks at his brothers. "Got any contacts in Michigan?"

"I can only assume. They shot up my apartment and then they were there at his house. They're probably moving down the ranks to try and get rid of us. There was a saying with The Sons.. When we die and become Angels we don't fly in heaven. We ride, because we traded our wings for engines." Max looks at Michael. "And I'll die by your hand before I let some piece of shit government asshole take me out." Max start raising his voice slightly. "And if he wants to try and kill me he can do it himself!"

Max grabs the bag and sits at the table Johnny got. Max gets a black coffee and start sipping it. "Ain't nothing like some coffee to smooth out the cracks.." Max looks into his coffee for a moment. He then looks up to his brothers. "I went back to see Andrew.. He had moved over to this place and wanted to retire after his father had died from pneumonia. We kept in close touch but after I abandoned my patch we didn't talk much. I went to his house and his God damn head was smashed in. Him mom doesn't even get to see her son before he's lowered into the ground. And if y'all don't want this money she's getting most of it... She at least deserves to bury her son properly." He takes another sip of his coffee.

Max hugs back quickly and walks with Michael. Max picks up the bag of money and hands it to Michael. Inside 200,000$. "Merry Christmas.. This asshole beat me and chained me up. He knows me and my "family". And he told me to never come back. His name was Nick and he was really professional about it.

Max walks out with his scarred lip, he dabs the wet rag on his lip. His hair tied in a ponytail. He walks over to Michael. He waves to the trio as they pull up. "You guys sure missed an amazing party." Max chuckled as he grabs his ribs in pain. "Still a bit sensitive." (Waiting for Hezrog's response)

Max stops at a gas station bloody and bruised. He walks in and looks at the man behind the counter. They look at each other for a moment. Max walks to the back and opens the cooler. He grabs a big jug of water and chugs it until he isn't thirsty anymore. He walks back to the counter and looks at the man. "Y'all got a phone I can use?" The man points outside to a payphone. Max puts down a couple of dollars in exchange for a few quarters. Max walks to the payphone and calls Michael to to meet up with him. *Awaitng Hezrog's response*

Max opens the door and sees Andrew on the floor with his head smashed in. Max backs into the wall and covers his mouth. "Jesus Christ." Max turns around and gets hit with the back of a shotgun, knocking him out. Several hours later Max wakes up chained up with his arms above him. Suddenly a baseball bat hits him in his stomach. Max: AHH! You mother-fuckers. A cigarette lights as a man walks from behind the man with the bat. Mysterious Man: Your gang has caused more trouble than you think. Max looks up and takes a deep breath. Max: Who are you? The man steps forward. His lip scarred from top to bottom. Short black hair and brown eyes. A light beard. Nick: I'm Nick, last names don't matter. You're just a martyr that is going to leave.. For good. Nick walks over to Max, crouched down and burns his cigarette into his chest. Nick: Now you're going to be hauled off, and never. Come. Back. They put a black sack over his head and he wakes up on the side of the road with his bike and money. He looks around and just rides. Not knowing where to go.

A tv screen shines in a dark room. The news reporters voice getting clearer. "In recent news Govener Snyder prepares to make his address about gang violence in Detroit. He says he plans to put an end to all criminal activity within a year." Max gets up out of his chair and stretches. Suddenly bullets fly through the window and shoot the tv. Max ducks to the floor and crawls towards the window. His pistol drawn he peaks over to see a big black hummer speeding away. Max: Mother fuck... He gets up and calls up Andrew. It rings for a while until the answering machine picks up. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE. Max: Listen, Andrew. Watch out man my place just got shot up. I'm not sure if it was The Devils or what but just watch out. Max hangs up the phone and lays back in his chair. He quickly jumps up and runs to his bike. He quickly drives to Andrews house. As he parks his bike outside the lights are out. And the windows are smashed. Max slowly walks towards the door and cautiously opens it. His face expression turns to surprise and shock.

*Max walks back over to the table and starts drinking again.* Waiting for any reply within the club.*

Hopefully bigger. Better and just all around less ridiculous when it comes to realism. Driving and shooting are cared for really well.

December 25th 2014 Max approaches the clubhouse with his fists clenched in anger. He storms through the door and walks angrily to the meeting room. Andrew stops him before he can get through the door and holds him back. Max: You motherfucker! You got my mom killed you dirty fuck! I'll skin you alive you traitor bastard! Max points at one of the oldest members who was there with Daniel. His name was Eric Neilson. An old man with a beer gut and who smelled like whores and old spice. Eric gets up and puts his cigarette out. Eric: Your mom was a whore who slept with anybody she could use. Hell, I would've slept with her if she wasn't married to Daniel. Max pushes Andrew out of the way and jumps over the table, tackling Eric to the ground. Hit after hit. He didn't intend on punching for this long but he couldn't stop. Finally he was pulled off Eric. Andrew pushes Max into a wall and pins him there. Andrew: Are you outta your fuckin mind? Why would you come in here and bring in this shit?! Max: That mother fucker killed my mom! He probably fucking killed Daniel too! You dirty fucking bastard! Max spits on Eric from where he is. Andrew torn between his members of his family. He looks at Max. Andrew: What proof do you have? Max pulled out police file from the crime report of Max' mother. Andrew: You went to the cops? Max: What? No, I had Catch get it for me. Look at the fucking report Andrew! It says that my mother was beaten to death and then shot. Why would The Flaming Yuis over kill. And even that fucker signature is there. A single .45 round lying next to the body. Andrew looks at the picture and start to breath heavy. Andrew: It has to be coincidence. There's no way- Max: ITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ANDREW! He killed my mom and then got the Chinese to kill Dan. This mother fucker is next. Max walks over to Eric while pulling his gun out. Andrew smack the gun out of his hand. Andrew: No! We deal with this properly. Max: What? Just because he's your dad that means he lives? Fuck that Teddy. Andrew: Don't fucking call me Teddy! And get the fuck out of my clubhouse! Max nods his head in anger. He storms out and rides off.

Max sits in his empty meeting room. Chairs pulled out from a meeting the Club had hours before. Pictures and documents lie across the table. Andrew walks into the room and knocks on the door frame. Max: Yeah, come in. Andrew: I'm sorry for what happened today. It's just that our policy- Max: I know- I know the policy Andrew. We make a deal and we stick to it or die. Andrew sits across from Max and lights up a cigarette. Andrew: I remember one time when James was just joining up we had him do some dumb shit. Max smirks. Max: Like that time we had him eat eggshells to "prove his toughness." They both start laughing. Andrew: That was funny though! He couldn't stop gagging on them. It starts to quiet down. Max starts looking at pictures again. Andrew: You wanna go out for a ride man? Maybe get a beer. Max rubs his eyes and softly rubs his hands together. Max: Nah, I think I'm gonna go back to my House Mouse and try and get some rest. Andrew: Sounds good man. I'll walk out with ya. As Max puts the picture frame down its shown in the light to be The Sons from when Max was just joining up with James. Max' arm wrapped around James' head and them both smiling for the camera. Then the lights shut off.

October 25th 2014 Max- You should've just take the offer James. We gave you a chance after you betrayed our trust, and I did that because of the mutual respect between us. Max walks up the James and hugs him. Max- But you came back after I told you not to. You hurt me. I'm sorry. James- I'm sorry! Please don't kill me Max! After everything we've been through! I stood up for you when Andrew tried killing you! Max looks away and hands the gun to his SAR. James- Don't you walk away! You wanna kill me you do it yourself! As Max walks away a gunshot can be heard...

*Max lifts up his cup* Welcome to the party. *Max sits down his cup and walks over with Michael.* So what are we doing today boss? *Max looks towards Michael.* Waiting for Hezrog's response.

*He takes a sip and chuckles along with Michael* Nah man, the ladies love it. I've had the same haircut since high school. *Max looks at his long hair. Getting dirty and greasy.* But I definitely need a damn haircut. *Max takes another sip.*

*Max rubs his eyes* Yeah, bring on to me man. *Max pulls his hair back out of his face.*

*Max firmly shakes his head* Yeah, definitely looks like the party was better here brother. *Max let's off a small grin as he looks around*

*Max makes his way to the clubhouse without any knowledge of what he may be introduced to. Wind blowing in his hair and the hot hot sun warmly shining on his face. As he pulls up to the clubhouse he puts down his kickstand and walks inside. His jacket across his right shoulder he makes his way through the bodies of unconscious and possibly hungover people. Out of respect he tries not to wake anybody up. From across the room he can see Michael and gestures a wave to him.*

The salt is strong in this topic.

Max Goodwell was born in 1988 in Detroit Michigan to a single mother and a motorcycle club. His father left his mother when she was 6 months pregnant with him. When she was around 8 months pregnant she met a man named Daniel Smith. Daniel was part of a motorcycle club by the name of The Sons of Liberty. He was acting President of the club at the time and decided to settle down with Max' mom. When Max was born he was given a life expectancy of only 6 months. But he surpassed that number and grew into a violent child. Max started experiencing black outs that caused him to go into fits of rage. His mother took him to the doctors and the only thing they could see that triggered it was stress and anguish. Max didn't care, all he knew was that he had a new toy to play with. Whenever Max would get mad he'd purposely go over the line and make himself black out. This was the case in 6th grade when Max blacked out and attacked a fellow student. He broke his hand in a door and hit him with a chair several times. Max was expelled and home schooled for the rest of his teenage life. Rarely going outside because of his problem, he started feeling like and outcast and grew hatred for everybody except for Daniel. Daniel made Max feel okay about who he was. And later made him feel like he had a cause. At the age of 15 Max was brought in the The Sons' warehouse where they had him kill. They told him that the man they tied up was going to kill him and his mom. That he wanted to rape him. Max didn't want to get mad, he wanted to control it. The man who was tied up started calling him names. Saying things like "You're nothing you pansy." Max felt anger, instead of for it to go away he embraced. He picked up a nearby wrench from the ground and beat the man to death with it. What Max didn't realize is that he had just killed the right hand man of one of the most dangerous Chinese gangs in Michigan. Daniel had him do it not as an initiation, but as a favor. Daniel didn't want to go to prison so he had Max do it for him. Max was eventually caught and sent to juvenile hall for 8 years. In that time Max' mom was shot and killed by the Chinese gang. Max was furious, he knew what Daniel did and wanted revenge. But unfortunately that was taken from him too. Daniel was killed by his own MC for betraying family. For 8 years Max spent his life hating and wanting to be angry. But in that time in jail he learned how to control his anger. Make his black outs less frequent, and learned how to fight without them. Max was 23 years old when he got out. And the only people waiting for him were The Sons. They offered him a full patch for the time he spent and for not ratting on them. In his eyes he was given a second life. A chance to be free from what he'd done in the past. So for 5 years Max rode with them and became high up with them. He was on his way to becoming VP, but then shit hit the fan again. The Chinese gang came back for Max. They killed for Sons and came after him after one of them squealed. Max packed his shit and left Detroit as soon as possible. He took his bike, vest and a bag of money and guns. After leaving Detroit Max stopped and thought about things. About if this is what he wanted. He dumped the guns and ripped off his patch. It was time for a start in a new place. And he found it with The Island. He heard a few clubs were started there and he wanted in. If he didn't make it there, he'd die trying.

Thanks man. I'm actually looking to join your MC. With the dedication and trust I can see it'll be one to rival in game.