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Crucifix had only been around for a few years as a spinoff of the Hell Rangers. A few guys and I couldn’t take being under control of a headquarters thousands of miles away in Cali. We wanted our own autonomy to do what we wanted, the freedom to run our own business without paying dues. We fought hard to split. A good man or two got killed just trying to defect. But we managed to make it out and, for the most part, we grew bigger and stronger by huddling together in these homes.
     
    This one in particular was a big meeting place. We housed an old lady here we named Big Red. She took in any guy who wanted a little warmth at the end of a long ride. During the day, she did laundry and cooked warm meals. And at night, we used her in our initiation parties to get things started. She trained the other women, too -- made them into submissives like we want them. “No man is a man until he’s tried a Big Red,” we always say. She was even there for me when I got out of prison six months ago, but this time, it was back at my home in the warehouse.
     
    I’m the only club member who lives there. As the President, I need to be present at all times while the rest of my guys, Remmy included, are allowed to live wherever the hell they choose. Most pick apartments nearby, but we have a rule that only two members can live there at one time. No one wants to be a sitting duck for an attack like this.
     
    It’s an attack. It has to be. No arsonist, or “burner” as Remmy calls them, is just randomly running around Sterling, Oregon accidentally hitting old Crucifix places. Like Remmy said, this guy knew his stuff. He planned this out and knows the inside outs of burning buildings to the ground. And more so, he didn’t give a shit about whoever was inside.
     
    Even if it was a hot blonde with a banging body…
     
    There it is again. I’m back to thinking about her. Dani. That’s what that firefighter had called her when he knelt over her burnt and bruised body.
     
    By the time I had gotten her out of that building, she was covered in black soot and fiery red bursts of red pockets along the places her arms were burnt. Her face was cut up, glass bits practically falling from her long golden hair like little diamonds. And her full, thick lips were cracked and white. Smoke inhalation and a total lack of oxygen will do that to you. But she was still as fine as when I spotted her in that window.
     
    Skip had called me moments before I scaled the walls to her building to rescue her. He told me he had figured something out -- something we had missed. None of us Crucifix members really watched the news except for when we were wanted or one of our guys were being sent away. But he had come across a news report for a few homes and apartment buildings that were burnt down and recognized this place.
     
    It only took a few moments calling around to some of the leaders to confirm that those buildings used to belong to us. And, as Remmy warned us, only time would tell before another building was going to get caught up in fresh flames.
     
    I don’t know why I picked the building Dani lived in, but we all took turns keeping an eye out on the old places. It was my shift to do a check-in and I had just pulled up to the place on the outskirts of the highway. As soon as I saw it, I knew something was wrong. The place was dark, too dark. And silent, too silent. My eyes were immediately drawn to the roof where flames were spitting out like a volcano already to erupt.
     
    I didn’t exactly run inside as soon as I saw the fire. Instead I snapped some pics as I made my way around the parking lot looking for the man who set it off. If he were anything like me, he’d be wanting to stick around to see the carnage unfold.
     
    But I stopped as soon as I saw her -- at least the shape of her. There was this girl in the third floor window running back and forth from one window to the next. She looked desperate, determined. Her hands sort of pounded against