May to December

Chapter Thirteen

The next day, Angel got in touch with Adelita to tell her that her plan was a go. She wanted everyone to meet her at her current campsite, but that would have to wait on account of club business. The head of the Sons of Anarchy Charming charter, Chibs, had gotten in touch with Bishop to ask for backup on a gun run that would be coming through Santo Padre. EZ was expected to be on the run, as were Angel and Coco.

"Can I hitch a ride to the clubhouse with you, nene?" Letty was shrugging into her jean jacket as EZ was getting ready to head out.

"Sure...why?" Letty had been hanging out there more and more lately. She hadn't done that at first, so he was curious what had changed.

"Alvarez's daughter, Tessa, is only a few years older than me," Letty explained. "She's a makeup and nail artist, and she's been teaching me some stuff."

"You thinking about beauty school?" EZ asked as he held open the front door for her.

"Maybe," she shrugged. "Right now, I just like having another chick to hang out with."

EZ couldn't fault her for that. The world that she lived in was pretty small and pretty male-centric.

When they arrived at the clubhouse, I wasn't surprised to find Marcus there, dropping off the daughter that was introduced to EZ as 'Tessie.' Then Letty had wandered off, and I made my way into the temple. EZ normally wasn't allowed in because he wasn't at the table yet. But he needed to know the details of the run that they were about to go on, so an exception had been made.

Seeing as Alvarez had left the Mayans to go and work security for Galindo, EZ was a little surprised that he was joining them in the temple.

"Alvarez and Chibs had history," Angel whispered in answer to a question that EZ had not asked.

Chibs was a middle-aged Scottish president of the Sons of Anarchy Charming charter – SAMCRO for short. The Mayans were in the process of taking over SAMCRO's gun-running business. The run they were about to go on was a test run. SAMCRO wanted to know that the Mayans had their shit together before they handed over the reins.

"The Irish only have one last demand before the transition's approved on their end...." Chibs spoke ominously from his seat beside Bishop. "Trinity Teller."

EZ cast a look towards Angel, but he shrugged at him before casting a glance at Coco, who shook his head. No one had heard of this woman before.

"Jax Teller's younger, Irish half-sister," Chibs clued everyone in.

"What about her?" Bishop asked.

"The lass is a handful," Chibs involuntarily cringed. "The Irish want rid of her, but they also don't want her runnin' her mouth about IRA secrets. They want you to find her a place anywhere in your organization or clubhouse where she can't get herself or anyone else into trouble."

"Why can't SAMCRO take her?" Alvarez asked the next logical question.

"We tried it not long after Jax died," Chibs nodded. "Tig almost handed in his kutte, and Happy went nomad for over a month."

This chick sounded like bad news that the club didn't need, but it wasn't EZ's place to say anything.

"If we agree to take her, the deal's done?" Bishop was eyeing Chibs closely.

"If the run today goes as it should," Chibs confirmed.

"We need to bring this up for a vote." Bishop stood up from the table, and Chibs followed suit. "Go wait with your guys and have a drink." He held out his hand.

Chibs shook the offered hand before leaving the room. EZ went to follow him out, but Coco stopped him.

"Hold up, boy scout."

"We need to have a talk, prospect," Bishop told him grimly.

"Good luck, hermano." Alvarez nodded at EZ before he too left.

This couldn't be fucking good.