My name was Raymond Granger, and I was a prospect in the Hessians MC, Los Santos, Verona Beach. Being a prospect wasn’t a title it was a test. Every day was a challenge, every hour spent with the club was a chance to prove I deserved the colors. I was young, burning with the desire to impress the older members, and sometimes I made decisions too quickly. The Hessians taught me one thing right away: the club is family, and family is protected at all costs. That day we had a job in Verona Beach something meant to show that the charter controlled that part of the city. I shouldn’t have been there, but prospects never get to walk away from an opportunity to prove themselves. I went, my heart racing, adrenaline mixed with fear. The situation escalated fast. The cops showed up, and chaos erupted instantly. At that moment, I saw the President and Sgt. at Arms surrounded and in danger. Without thinking, I threw myself between them. While covering them and trying to get them out, I took a hit and lost my balance, I was only a prospect, but it didn’t matter at that moment. Handcuffs closed around my wrists before I could even process what was happening. My heart was pounding, but as the older members watched from the sidelines, I knew I had done the right thing. I didn’t deserve the colors, I didn’t have a title, but I had shown courage. In prison, I had time to reflect. Every day was a lesson in patience, in danger, in what it truly means to be part of something bigger than yourself. I learned that belonging to an MC isn’t about proving yourself through recklessness, but about being willing to defend your brotherhood, even if it comes at a personal cost. I didn’t lose my passion for bikes, clubs, or the Hessians life. When I get out, I’ll be smarter and stronger. Now I know: the real strength of the club isn’t in the title or the patch you wear it’s in loyalty, courage, and the willingness to sacrifice for your people. Verona Beach is my home, the Hessians are my family, and I will return to them stronger than ever. Ever since I became a prospect, I knew what brotherhood meant. For the first time in my life, I truly felt what it means to have a brother at your back. It was one evening when I was in front of our club house and a group of three Mexicans attacked me with weapons and started robbing me. A lot was going through my mind at that moment; I expected the worst, that my skull would be shattered by a bullet. But in that moment, my brothers came out of the club house and opened fire on the Mexicans. Two were injured that night while the third one escaped. That situation gave me the feeling that I actually belong there and that a brother will defend your life regardless of the consequences.
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