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Roleplay & Number: Jackpot & 11 Date: 03.04.2025 Story & Screenshot(s): Our trade, which had spread throughout the town, had begun to resonate in the biker world. As Rebels MC, we were solidifying our name in our territory while also attracting the attention of our enemies. When Sons of Anarchy (SoA) heard about this, they decided to take action and send us a message. Their method? Kidnapping one of us to instill fear. That day, I had to go to the lottery shop to buy a ticket. Fortunately, a friend of mine offered to drop me off in his car. After getting out and entering the shop to play the lottery, I had no idea that two SoA Prospects had been watching me. Seeing me alone, they seized the opportunity and burst in, holding me at gunpoint before dragging me outside. A SoA member was waiting in a car for a quick getaway. They shoved me into the vehicle and sped off. The interior was dark, reeking of cigarette smoke. I sat on the back seat with my hands tied, noticing that the Prospect beside me kept his gun aimed at me the entire time. The windows were tinted black, but I managed to catch a glimpse outside. That’s when I saw our gang’s car tailing us. My heart began to race my friend was following us. But how did he find me? It turns out I had dropped my phone in his car. When he came back to return it, he witnessed my abduction and immediately started tracking us. They took me to an abandoned garage on the outskirts of town. A dim light flickered inside, and the damp concrete walls reeked of mildew. The SoA member in charge smirked as he began interrogating me. "Rebels MC has gotten too bold, my friend. Our boss wants me to send you a message," he said, lifting a baseball bat and pressing it against my forehead. I felt the pain but refused to show it. "We're going to put an end to this. We’ll show you who really runs things here!" he continued. Meanwhile, the two Prospects stood guard outside. But they failed to account for one thing my friend. Moving silently, he took them down one by one with a silenced pistol. As he entered the garage, the SoA member realized his fate was sealed. My friend rushed over and untied me. "Come on, brother, we’re getting out of here!" he said. Killing the SoA member in his own garage would have been an easy solution, but it would also have caused major trouble. The police would get involved, and a bigger war between the gangs could erupt. Instead, we decided to send a different kind of message. My friend pressed his gun against the SoA member’s head. "You’re going to tell your people to stay the hell away from us. If you try something like this again, you’re dead," he warned. The SoA member, visibly shaking, nodded in agreement. But letting him go without consequence wasn’t an option. There had to be a price for his audacity. So, we took some money from the bar’s cash registers inside the garage. As I glanced at his wrist, I noticed an expensive watch. "This will cover our damages," I said, slipping it off his arm. Then, without wasting any more time, we mounted our bikes and rode away. After that night, we knew that SoA would think twice before coming after us again. We hadn’t just hit them physically we had delivered a psychological blow as well. The cards were now in our hands.