Chapter Ten

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I was nervous as fuck when I heard the distinctive sound of two motorcycles pulling up outside the house that evening. I had expected a beat down from Coco, similar to the one I had gotten from my brother. That didn't happen. Instead, Coco had ordered a rather pissed off Letty out of the room and made himself comfortable at the kitchen table.

"Talk, boy scout," he ordered as hit lit up a cigarette.

Angel hadn't said a single word to him. He leaned against the counter, glaring at him as he repeated his story for what felt like the millionth time.

"You fucked up, EZ," Coco stated the obvious. "But I ain't gonna sit here and pretend like me and Angel ain't done shit behind the club's back. We all fuck up. The question is, how you gonna fix it?"

"I don't have a fuckin' clue, man," I shook my head and admitted. "Turning Emily wasn't apart of the original deal."

"Adelita might have a plan for turning Emily," Angel finally spoke. "Do you still have feelings for her?"

I shook my head. "I haven't felt anything for her in years."

"Good," Angel said. "You won't have a problem with my girl's plan then."

Angel proceeded to share said idea. Basically, Adelita had suggested using Emily's son against her. They would threaten to keep her kid if she refused to turn on her husband.

"I'm good with that," I agreed.

"When shit's said and done –"

"I know," I interrupted Coco. "Leave the club and get lost."

"No," Coco replied sharply. "When this shit's over, I expect your loyalty to be with the Mayans 100%. No more fuckin' secrets." Before I could respond, he rounded on Angel. "You need to make fucking peace with your brother. I ain't gonna let the club go to shit because you've got unresolved daddy issues. Handle your shit."

With those words of wisdom, Coco said goodbye to his daughter and took off.

Before Angel or I could say a word, Letty appeared in the kitchen doorway. "I rolled a joint and grabbed a few beers out of the fridge in the garage. I want the two of you to go and enjoy them in the living room and fix what's broken between you. We're all familia here, and we need to act like it." She walked over, bent down, and kissed me softly. Then she disappeared.

Angel chuckled. "If your old lady and mine were ever to team up, they could rule the fuckin; world, man."

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