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#DownOnTheBorder #Mayans #SOA #DSM #RP Part One

Written by: @TridentsPen

- Miguel Galindo's private security followed Emily everywhere she went but with the right influence and money people can be bought. Unfortunately in the twenty first century the world was just a glossed over rudimentary barbaric society where natural instinct still reigned. And as Emily stood on the roof of the downtown offices of San Padre with EZ the heat couldn't be quenched with a kiss or even several. Happy took no pleasure watching from across the street through his scope, spying on a full patch member of one chapter that he felt at home at. Bishop had a feeling his boys were getting up to more than they should and with Galindo putting more and more shit on them the Prez had seen fit to bypass the normal chain of operations and pull Happy aside. "Find out what's going on my friend. Something is going on and I want to know exactly what it is." Those word's held alot of weight for Happy because he believed in Bishop, the man was a true leader and in a world of violence he was the dividing line between complete and utter carnage and some sense of humanism to the MC. So much death and pain could be dealt with a mere whisper of something amiss, brothers turning against each other in seconds. 

Women, had a way of rendering even the most honorable man into something dark and dangerous. Happy knew EZ would be fucking beat, tortured and if he was lucky Galindo would kill him then for this little tryst in the moonlight. There were many pieces of the puzzle he needed to figure out but this was a real bad sign that hell was going to rain down on everyone around them and EZ's bullshit was going to get people killed.

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#UnexpectedConsequences #DSM #Mayans #SOA #RP

Written by:  Written by: @BikersRose , @TridentsPen ,  @ReynaDeDiosDSM , @BikerOpie_DSM 

Rosa: Anytime I was able to go North and get into slightly cooler temperatures I was ecstatic. Even if it was just driving a truck full of barrels. I wasn’t privy to the contents of the barrels. It’s probably better that I don’t know.

Plausible deniability.

Chucky was busy and I was free. So I agreed to drive the Mayans’ precious cargo. Only rules were don’t ask and obey traffic laws. I could handle that.

After a few hours of driving, my stomach starting rumbling. Should have had more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. I pull into a lot of an off the wall pub. Figuring that would be the best place to get in and get out.

After checking that everything was locked up, I toss my purse over my shoulder and head toward the door. Giving a slight smile to the man leaning against his bike having a smoke as I pass.

:::::::: Happy: -Holding the cigarette paper between fingers as he dips fingers into the package of Prince Albert tobacco. Rubbing forefinger and thumb together breaking up the bunched smoke as he waited for the vato he had been sent after. The young guy who made the mistake thinking he could outrun MC. Personally, he had no idea who voted in this idiot, the guy was about six one with green hazel eyes. He was a meth head, but he fancied himself a badass. JJ had taken a good product from Fresno and cut it with shit that was killing

customers left and right. He thought no one would catch on to his ways. Licking down the paper rolling up the homemade cigarette and waiting for the woman he’d shacked up with for the night to leave. Lighting up the smoke, embers flared as he inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs. Looking at his watch as the blonde came out and got in her car driving away. Flicking what was left of his smoke he got up from the roof shaking the cool settling in the early morning hours. It wasn’t hard under the cover of night and poor lighting, Slipping the credit card between the frame of the door he gently pushed the door open just a hair.

Screwing on the silencer before ducking quickly inside. The old apartment smelt of pot, sex and mildew. Silently moving through clearing each room until he got to the bedroom. Door ajar he squatted down and pushed it with his foot, it creaked a bit but the figure face down on the bed didn’t move. Placing a pillow over the guys head and his gun to the back of the guys head, safety off he pulled the trigger.

No one would be the wiser for awhile, working through the rooms he found a huge stash of cash along with product. Stuffing it into a backpack, he pulled out drawers and checked the floor. Finding a ledger under a loose tile he tucked that into the backpack as well and zipped it up along with his gun. Walking out before the sun was evening coming up, job down he got on the Harley and fired it up rolling down the quiet street and hitting the highway heading back to Charming.- ::::::::::

Rosa: The joint had a stench of something, I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Not that I had extremely high expectations when I stepped through the door. I glanced out the window making sure the truck was still in view as place my purse on the bench seat and slide into the booth.

After a quick once over on the menu I decided on an iced tea and burger. Then relayed that information to the waitress.

The place bustled but it didn’t appear to be overly busy. There was me, the biker I passed by, and just a few other people inside. It shouldn’t have made me nervous but something didn’t sit right in my gut.

I shoot #Bishop a text letting him know where I was and how much further I had to go. To say I had a crush on the Mayans President would be an understatement. He was good to me. I could have been asked to work off my mother’s debt at Vicki’s brothel but instead, I got to work at the clubhouse. Taking care of things there and going on runs like this one where they didn’t want to draw too much attention to what was going on.

I lift my eyes from my phone and my thoughts when the hot plate and cool drink were set on the table in front of me. :::::::::::

Happy: -Rolling he put the kick stand down and cut the engine. Lookin’ around he saw a familiar bike in the parking lot. Taking out a fresh pack of smokes he packs them against the gas tank of his ride before getting off opening them as he walks into the joint.

::::::::::::: Rosa: I look up from my plate when I hear the jingle of the bell above the door. I wasn’t waiting for anyone. But the bald man that entered was intimidating. Hell. he was scary as fuck.

I suppose all one-percenters all had that don’t fuck with me aura. It kept them safe. And kept wanna be’s from entering into a place to get themselves fucked right up.

I watched the biker strut up beside the first. The matching Reapers confirmed my prior thought.   They were MC. I didn’t know many clubs outside of Santo Padre. But I’ve heard the Sons mentioned in passing when I worked in the clubhouse.

I knew I had to keep my cool. Not that I was anything but. I smile to myself at the thought as I take a long drink from my glass.