Elie It has been three days since the man I love was murdered by a rival gang by my pedophile biological father. Three days since they threw Wrench’s cut at Shepard’s feet and told him how they’d caught Wrench, Trace, Stoosh, and Ritchie snooping where they shouldn’t have been snooping. They were on their way to check out a warehouse mass-producing meth, according to what my mother told me anyway. As I hadn’t heard all of the conversation between the ugly pig and Shepard, I managed to force myself to listen to my mother and father talking about what actually happened that day. The man that threw Wrench’s cut at Shepard’s feet – I won’t acknowledge who he really is, he’s nothing – yelled how his MC had shot Stoosh in the head, then shot Wrench multiple times before dragging his body away.

