Bastards of Hell

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Your own motorcycle club. Break the rules! Join the game! The most exciting online game - now available on your iOS-Device Game-Intro: Back then, three years ago, I was making good business, mainly firearms. A bit of extortion, a couple girls. All on a pretty good scale. In those days, I had it all! But then I got too careless and the ATF raided my crib. Luckily, they didn’t have too much evidence against me. Still, that mess brought me three years in Rikers Island. During a yard exercise, a guy tried to knife the president of the Bastards of Hell. Usually, of course, the first rules in the slammer are: Don’t see, don’t listen, don’t tell. And most importantly, don’t get involved. But the MC guys were honest types. You could count on them. I guess that was why I didn’t just turn my head. Now the MC owed me. They promised that if I needed my own territory in New York after I got out, they would get me one. I guess I could a joined the MC, but I preferred doing my own thing. Still, the whole appearance of the MC really impressed me. I’ve been riding a chopper since I can remember. So why not start my own MC?