From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC
Jax's sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.
Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)
I went into my house, pulled out the phone and dialed Marcus' number.
- Can we leave today ? - I walked into the bedroom.
- I can organize the guys within an hour. But are you sure ? - he took a breath.
- Yeah, Marcus, Jackson already chose. I'll be ready in an hour.
- Are you taking the motorcycle ?
- No, I'm just taking my clothes, nothing more.
- We'll be there in an hour.
I threw a sports bag on the bed, put the most necessary clothes into it. I packed my drawing equipment into the backpack, she had to keep working to earn money. I changed into a short sleeve shirt and dark denim pants. I put my harley davidson shoes on my feet. If Jackson wants to get rid of me, I will make it easier for him. I put all the things that tied me to SAMCRO on a bench in the living room. It was quite a lot, I fell down on the couch and stared at the gun. Jackson gave it to me when I became an adult. She wasn't wearing any Sons' emblems, nothing connected her to the club. I threw it in my bag and it might come in handy.
- I'll go to her, talk to her. You cannot part in an argument, then I will call you.
- Take care - he breathed - she will be angry.
- I know how to please her - I smiled slightly
- I noticed - he laughed.
I smiled slightly, ran down the stairs and went to my motorcycle. I fastened my helmet, sat on it and fired. I breathed deeply and all the way to her house I tried to prepare for the conversation. I had to keep calm so she would calm down too. I parked my motorcycle in her driveway, took off my helmet and hung it on the mirror. I fixed my hair and walked up to the front door. I knocked several times.
- Lass please - I moaned - I know you are mad at your brother but at least talk to me.
There was silence on the other side, I grabbed the handle. The door gave way under my pressure, I wrinkled my eyebrows. I pulled the gun from behind the belt, Olivia always closed the door, even when she was at home.
I lit the light in the living room, looked around the room. My eyes stopped on the coffee table.
- I fucking growled - Olivia.
I checked the whole house, she was nowhere. I fell down on the couch in front of the table, looked through the things, grabbed the picture. She and Jackson were laughing while pushing, I remembered well when the picture was taken. It was one of the carefree days at the club, where we could afford to forget for a while. Olivia left here all her belongings, SAMCRO clothes, photos and even her phone. I even saw the chain I gave her for her birthday, the one she never took off. I pulled out the phone and dialed Jax's number.
- It's good that you're alive, but something went fast - he laughed.
- I think I have some bad news from Jackie boy - I lost my hair.
- She kicked you out on your fucking face?
- Jackie, she left already.
- What ? - He was surprised.
- She left already, she left all her things at home. She left everything that connected her to the club and her family here. Club clothes, photos and even the chain I gave her for her birthday. Everything - I held back the tears.
- Maybe it's better - he pulled her nose - she was mad at me, if she cools down a bit I will call her. Somehow he will contact her, but now it's good. Go home.
I looked at the pile of her things again.
- And I haven't been able to tell you - I've breathed - but I'll tell you when you get home.
I put the chain in my wicked pocket and left her house slamming the door behind.
On the way to Santo Padre
- You won't mind if I smoke ? - I looked at the driver.
- No - he twisted his head - smoke all you want.
I took out a pack of cigarettes from my jeans pocket. I played with the pack for a while, but finally I slipped the cigarette between my lips and lit it. I pulled myself tight and blew the smoke out the window. I leaned my elbow against the door and looked at passing cars on the highway. Motorcycles were roaring steadily, those behind and in front of us. Marcus was driving all motorcycles, El Presidente or El Padrino who preferred to call him. Mayans Northern Cali, I watched the surroundings. At this speed we should be there in about 9 hours, it will be a long 9 hours. After four we stopped the petrol station, the motorcycles parked in one row and the bus next to them. I got out of the car and dragged myself hard. I looked around and went to the station. I felt the guys' eyesight on me, but frankly, I didn't give a shit. Let them think what they want about me, let them feel sorry for me that my own family threw me out. I used the bathroom, then I bought chips, cigarettes and something to drink. On the way back to the car, Alvarez stopped me.
- Chica everything ok ? - he put his hand on my shoulder.
- What do you think ? - i looked at him - my own brother fired me from my family.
- He doesn't want to talk about it, ok ?
- Ok, he nodded his head.
I got in the car, started another cigarette and stared at one point. It was four o'clock in the morning so few people were hanging around the station and it was late on the highway.
As soon as we entered Santo Padre, I got tense.
- Relax - Nathaniel smiled slightly - the guys are fine, you don't have to worry.
- Sure - I snorted under my nose.
- If something is not right, you can call me or Alvarez.
- Sure - I looked at him - thanks, I was able to manage between the Sons so I think I can manage here too.
- They are different - he drove into the driveway.
- Sure - I looked at him.
- You'll see for yourself that there are others, and then you won't want to go home - he smiled widely.
- I don't have a home anymore - I twisted my head - as if you hadn't noticed, I was fired from the last one.
- You have to believe that Jackson had a good reason.
The big iron gate opened and we entered the club. On my right was a row of motorcycles, set up under a shelter that protected them from the sun. And yet they were shining anyway, armed with a lot of chrome. Nathaniel parked the car on the left side of the square, the man who opened it for us was wearing a club vest. Six feet tall with long dark hair tied in a ponytail.
- I hate this town already - I purr.
- What do you mean ? - Nathaniel looked at me.
- The heat will kill me - I breathed.
- You will get used to it - he smiled and got out of the car.
- Surely, I put my hair in a ponytail.
- Our star came - Taza improved his vest and left the club.
- Sure - I took a breath.
I left the club as the last one, everyone was standing on the porch and staring at one point.
- Move your assholes - I was growling.
The boys spread out, I went out on the front of those rams. And that was when I understood why they stopped. I was staring at a girl, or rather a woman who was fixing her shirt. Her long blue hair was pinned up in a ponytail, I moved my gaze across her body. Her full shape was emphasized by a blouse and dark denim pants, she had harley davidson shoes on her feet.
- I fucking murmured under my nose.
- That's right, old man - Taza patted me on the shoulder - we all drowned.
- Nobody said she was hot - Tranq smiled wide.
- If anyone gets hit on the head by it, I will personally skin it. Remember that it is J.T.'s daughter Teller and that way she is untouchable, you heard Angel ?
- I am not deaf - he looked at me and smiled.
- Reyes, do not test my patience.
- Don't you think that standing on the porch and arguing is not a good first impression - Taza smiled - Bishop do the honors.
- Sure - I fixed the vest.
- Come let me introduce you to Hell.
- Hell ? - I was surprised.
- You'll see - he nodded his head.
- This is an Obispo Losa called Bishop. This is el presidente of this branch, Bishop is Olivia Teller, but commonly called hell.
- Pleased to meet you - I reached out my hand in her direction.
She hugged her gently, but quickly moved back.
- I think she wants to know why the hell - Taza spoke to me.
- This is Che Romero, vicepresidente.
- Taza, just Taza - he smiled wide - so why hell?
- There's nothing to talk about," she waved her hand.
- Oh well - Marcus smiled wide - no representative of any of the Sons Charters was able to beat her in the ring. And when she got pissed off, men three times bigger than her blew up.
- Jizas, el padrino please shut up already - she hit him slightly in the shoulder - you make me a monster that I am not.
- I will gladly face her in the ring - I heard the voice of older Reyes.
- Are you crazy? - I yawned at him.
- All right - she said - we drove all night, if you give me a rest and at least regenerate a little, I will gladly face him in the ring.
- If it is as padrino says, it is interesting how Angel will deal with failure - a smaller and thinner man smiled from ear to ear - I am Johnny Cruz but they call me Coco.
- Maybe I'll introduce you to the rest of this bunch - I smiled a little - Taza and Coco you've already met, this is Tranq El Pacificador, this is Creepera, he is our Road Captain. This is Riz El Secretario of our club. There stands Gilli and the Reyes brothers. Angel is the one who never knows how to hold his tongue and his younger brother prospect Ez. Don't stress out with time you'll get their names in your head.
- Sure - she looked at each of them.
- Prospect - I looked at him - take her things and show her the apartment.
Ez nodded his head, took her bag from the car.
- Are you sure you're a woman ? - He raised his eyebrows high.
- Yeah, that's all my stuff not related to Sons-- she snorted under my nose.
- Come on - Ez nodded his head at her.
Olivia smiled slightly and followed him with her backpack on her shoulder. I turned around behind her and looked at her tattooed hand, the tattoos were hiding under the sleeve of her blouse. And some of the tattoos were also sticking out from under the shirt on her neck. I was wondering where else I could find the paintings on her body. Something feels that we can expect everything from this woman. When she disappeared behind the door, I took a look at Angel. I supported myself with my fists on the sides.
- Really Angel? - I growled.
- What? - He was surprised.
- That's a woman's tattoo. I lit a cigarette.
- So ? - he frowned his eyebrows - if she's as good as Padrino says she'll manage.
- Don't worry Bish, she'll be fine. - Marcus patted me on the shoulder.
- He works with idiots - I was purring under my nose.
