#* intro post.

The MC life was without a doubt, the most stable environment on offer, in the eyes of a man who'd lived to see the Ghost Riders flourish. Alongside brothers that would always be family, Elias Perez didn't see the shadow cast when he brought his children into the fold. A wife who saw nothing but the tight knit family and a safe place to land that the club promised. It was comfortable, inviting and the support offered by those surrounding them was more than they'd ever experienced anywhere else - but hindsight is twenty twenty, and when Elias tool his final breath, throat slit after an ambush that killed his wife and two others in a myriad of brutal and vicious ways, he had no idea the kind of life he'd left his children to.

Not leaving the opportunity for any of them to slip through the cracks, members of the Ghost Riders rallied and made every effort to ensure the young kids left behind by such tragedy were never left wanting, or alone. Tucked beneath the wings of those willing to unearth the entire city to keep them from harms way, it was only two short years before Emillio Wolfe and his wife - two of Elias' closest friends, adopted Daniela and her siblings, welcoming them beyond the expanse of the club and into the family in a far more permanent manor.

Nothing changed, and though grief still festered, Daniela never wanted for anything and as she grew, it was clear that the lively and rambunctious young girl would grow into a woman that would be a force of nature. One with a tongue to spit venom and a right hook to match, undoubtedly, Daniela would one day stand beside her brother and protect the MC with everything she had. Every ounce her fathers daughter, well rounded, warm and welcoming; she became the epitome of all that the MC stood for. Loyalty, protection and an otherworldly sense of freedom.

But it didn't last, and the older she became, the quicker Daniela began to realise that everything she did would forever be shrouded in her name - in the shadow of the MC that guarded her and the lives of her family. Every rejection from a job - a lover, the promise of friendship once the truth of who and what she was became all the clearer. There was nowhere she could turn, that the name of the Ghost Riders didn't feel like a tether.

The chill of an agonising winters night became the last straw. The emergency department flooded with the cries of the helpless, those in pain, those weary and fading and Daniela's remained small - too worried about taking up the time of others while those suffering around her remained. A wayward choice. The miscarriage one she didn't even know possible, and the whisper of the nurses thought unheard solidified the consequence of this family — her family. How would she ever be anything more than someone's old lady? Or, better yet, a club whore.

Two days later, she vanished without a trace.

Kidnapped? Stolen in the night and caught in the vice grip of a trafficking ring? Did she fall upon the path of so many like her? Riddled by the ecstasy of a new high? Had she fled the city, lost her way and died upon a forgotten road? Or was she merely another chance for a rival gang to tear the hearts from their throat? She knew the rumours, let them fester like the rott of an apple, until every memory of her was stained with her disappearance.

For months, Daniela never stopped. One town to the next, one seedy motel after another. Forgotten advances and faces that blurred into little more than shadow as everything she could have been was tied up in a shredded bow, black and white as the colours of the club. The choice she made to return was not made lightly. Everything in her life was tied to the club in some way, and while it shattered her pride, she stole back to New York in the dead of night and with the help of a friend, erased all of it.

Daniela Wolfe — Daniela Perez, no longer existed.

Taking her grandmothers name will forever be the best decision shes ever made, even if it meant leaving behind a whole lot more. Her heavy heart couldn't take the loss that seemed to follow her as long as the MC stood at her shoulder. With such finality in the severence, Daniela fell into the chaos of New York City. Gone, forgotten and finally able to stand on her own two feet.

And that's where she stayed, gone and forgotten for ten years — until news of the attack on the clubhouse, her once family home, reached her. Bitterness pools like poison on the back of her tongue, and the inevitability of her ghosts reaching for her throat isn't enough to keep her from reaching out. Is it comfort — or the now burning need for revenge that burns just beneath the surface?

WC

Childhood friends - ghost rider affiliated or not

Exes - whether they were just young and dumb or star crossed shit that never turned out well

The father of the baby she lost

Sworn enemies from other gangs

A friend who knows she comes from the MC and doesn't want her to go back after all the work she's done to separate herself from it

Ghost Rider MC members that she either grew up with or who she became close with before leaving (ten years ago)

Someone who betrayed the MC (ten years ago) or got in her wrong side and found out how much like her family she really could be

Current fiends/lovers who don't know who she is and will either be hurt/betrayed if they ever find out