When Aron thought about the Black Hand, he usually did so while trying to forget everything about it. It was a constant struggle to push those memories down into the depths of his mind. After all, it was his old life, a life he had walked away from to start something new. He needed to focus on his current reality, which meant protecting Max and navigating the dangerous waters of the gang world they had entered. But the past had a way of creeping back in, no matter how much he tried to bury it.
