I've been racing and driving shipments for my best friend Marc for a long time. I've learned plenty of things about the Mayans Mc both in Oakland and other parts of Cally.
When I first started the guys would give me shit about what I am capable of but I never tried proving myself to them cause I could give two shits what they thought or think of me. I'm here working for my friend and his guy's opinion dont matter to me.
The other day I was talking with him and he informed me he's moving to Santro Padre to take over being the Prez of that club cause he doesn't like how his cousin is handling things for that charter. And he asked me to move there and help him with their shipments.
So here I am in the town right next to the Mexican border. I have my own little house, and I'm satisfied. I managed to get myself another car that I can use for everyday vehicle and leave my Z28 for work alone.
When I met Marc's cousin and the Santo Padre Mayans some were welcoming and some were assholes. which I put in their place right off. Mainly one who mocked my last name and middle.
"you can't be serious your named after a band and a monster" he commented
"I don't recall fucking breathing in your direction so shut the fuck up. and never say shit about my name or the next thing to happen will be you being castrated" I told him
he looks at me then stood up and got in my face.
I didn't care or back down I stood toe to toe with this assclown.
"Listen, little girl, I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to but you best watch your fucking mouth," he told me
"motherfucker I'm not scared of you. I have fucked up men ten times your size so your nothing." I said
he went to try me and I fucking laid him on his ass quicker than a blink. before I stepped on his balls.
"I keep adding pressure and you will be in serious pain. so I suggest you keep your ungrateful mouth shut and never ever run your mouth on me again" I tell him before turning my heel and making him scream before I stepped off.
"remove your vest you're outta here," Marc says
the guy had trouble doing as he was told so the others helped him while this big guy removed the vest for him.
After he was handled we went about business.
since then I've been racing and running shipments for them and some guy that's in cartel for over ten months.
in that time frame, I've grown to like the Santo Padre Mayans and consider them family.
