I'm a pretty outgoing guy. I Don't let much bother me. I'm loyal as well probably too loyal to some friends. Especially when they stab me in the back. I like to joke around like the next guy, but know when to be serious as well. I do hate that my brothers still treat me like I'm a little kid. I'm a full grown man, and want to be taken seriously. I don't see why they can't see that. That's one of the little things that does bother me. It's time they let me prove myself, and they are finally letting me do that. Much to my relief. Now I'm afraid of letting them down which sucks!

On November 8th 1889 Montana gained it's Statehood. Four years later on November 20th 1893 Big Sky was established as a town by it's first citizen Clovis Deveraux. Joining him were five other founding families. My own great grandparents, Woodston James and Clara Sue Moretti, included in that. The six men of the founding families also established the Wild Wolves MC club in 1899. The were always up on the new trends of motorcycles coming out. The club grew rapidly over the years, and the club today is still going strong. In present day my eldest brother Woody is the president of the club and my other brother Python the Vice President.

I was born into chaos. My older brothers were like twelve and thirteen when I was born, and they were loud through their teenage years. My sister Gwen was two years older than me, and when she screamed you wanted to cover your ears. I grew up getting rides on my brothers bikes with them, and my dad. I love riding a bike. It's definitely in my blood. Dad got me a mini bike when I was around four like he had my older siblings. I was surprised I didn't have to learn to ride on one of their old bikes. Dad was always giving me and Gwen rides on his bike when he had time. Dad ran Moretti Garage and Gas.

I was about four and Python was probably around sixteen when he had to collect caterpillars for a project. Unfortunately those caterpillars got out and I woke up with them crawling all over me. A couple of them ended up being those ones that bite and leave a pretty big sore on you. I hurt for days and felt like they were crawling all over me still. My screams were probably heard all over Big Sky. With me tossing and turning to get them off a few of them didn't make it through. So he had to do extra work to get more that he had lost. Mom made sure he found all of them in the house. He'd gotten his first Harley so he was trying to make up for what had happened by giving me rides around Big Sky.

I moved up to a dirt bike when I was about six. I was really able to tear up the track then. Once in awhile my older brothers who were Wild Wolves now would come out and work with me and Gwen on the track giving us tips and tricks to win even more. Others were envious of us when they would show up. My brothers were legends to us younger kids. I just hoped to be as good as they were one day. I was already moving up in the ranks pretty fast. Gwen was unstoppable on the track as she was more fearless that I was.

When I got to junior high they were like another Moretti. A few of the teachers would tell me at least your nothing like Python. I would just roll my eyes. I went out for Football and was a linebacker. Nothing like tackling the other team. Sacking the quarterback became a specialty of mine. That year I tried all the sports, but after eighth grade going through them all again. When I started high school I stuck with Football and Hockey.

As for girls they were always flocking around. I dated a few of them, but none of them were the one. Not like what my brothers had with their wives. To me that was special. My parents had it as well. I don't ever remember them ever fighting. Their lovey dovey ways was always ugh to me, but it was real. True love. I kept dating trying to find the right one, but nothing. I still had a few years though to find her I figured.

When I was sixteen my parents died in a fire in a hotel they were staying at for their anniversary. Gwen was already a legal adult at eighteen and was going to be going to Big Sky University, where she was on scholarship having earned it. I was tossed back and forth between my older brothers till I graduated and started prospecting for the Wild Wolves MC at the age of eighteen. I pretty much lived at the clubhouse then. In my parents will the Garage and Gas station were left to my siblings and I. All four of us had an equal share in the business. I'll always have the memory of my dad and older brothers taking me to buy my first Harley when I turned sixteen.

I would take my nephews for rides on my bike when they were little just like my brothers and dad had done for me. I loved spending time with them. When Selena, my niece, was old enough I gave her rides too. I just loved the little squeal she would let out when we'd go just a bit faster. I always went slow though when I would give them rides. Each of them were precious cargo that I would protect with my life!

Five years ago my brother Woody lost his wife Sarah to cancer. I took that one hard as she had been a second mother to me. My sister Elaine was as well like a second mother to me. Both of them had been there for me when my parents perished in that fire. Just as they were for their husbands and children. Gwen too. It was shortly after Sarah died that Gwen left town too, and she's never come back. She's up in Canada staying with some friends there.

A few months ago I got into trouble with the law. I was actually set up by another club member who didn't like my brothers or me. He'd stolen some electronics and I got caught with them. Even the Tyler James, the best lawyer in Montana, couldn't get me out of that one. He tried, but nope. I did three months time out of my six month sentence getting out early for good behavior. There were other Club members in there that had my back so I didn't get jumped. Thank god cause it came close a couple of times.

This past year hasn't been great at all. Right after the first of the year we lost eight members of the MC in an avalanche. The youngest two barely into their twenties. That was a hard time on all of us that we only got through it together supporting one another. Another hit to the club came in the early summer when the Youngblood family was out riding. A drunk driver clipped the bikes of two of the kids and took Trace's wife over the side of the bridge into the rapids. She's never been found. I even helped in looking for her. Till I got set up and sent to prison. Was supposed to do six months for a crime that I didn't commit, but I got out on good behavior.

I'm thirty one years old and I'm still left behind when my brothers let guys younger than me go on jobs with them. Just cause I'm their baby brother. I'm sure the guys understand their reasoning, but its still embarrassing. Somehow I'll prove myself to my big brothers and the club. They can't keep me down forever. I just found out my old cell mate got out of prison, and he seems to have some kind of a vendetta against me. What for I don't know for sure, but I'm sure the day is coming that I will.