Arthur’s voice trembled as he shared his story. “After she was gone, I just couldn’t hold it together. Bills piled up, and before I knew it, I lost the house. Friends drifted away, and I found myself alone.” The silence in the room was profound, the kind that speaks louder than words.
Tank listened intently, his heart aching for this man who had given so much, yet received so little in return. “Arthur,” he said gently, “you’re not alone anymore. We’re here. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
The bikers nodded in agreement. For them, brotherhood wasn’t just a word; it was a bond forged in shared experiences and mutual respect. The Thunderbirds had each other’s backs, and now that included Arthur.
