Ultraviolence | A Mayans M.C. Fanfic

Shades of Obsession

The sun dipped low over Santo Padre, casting long shadows across the Spanish-style homes that dotted the landscape. Among them stood a particularly striking abode, its terracotta tiles glowing like embers in the fading light. This was the house that Camila Alvarez, daughter of Marcus Alvarez, had come to call home.

Camila stood on the balcony; her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky met the sea. She had been back in Santo Padre for almost a year now, yet the town still felt like a stranger to her. The local charter of the Mayans MC knew her, respected her father, and had even helped her move into her mother's old house. But Camila kept them at a distance, just as she had always done with the club. Her family's legacy was not hers to bear.

Inside, the house was quiet, save for the ticking of an antique clock that echoed through the halls. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of her childhood, growing up in the shadow of the club, and later, the sterile silence of Dartmouth where she had studied to become a pediatric surgeon. Now, at 27, she was a resident surgeon, determined to carve her own path, far from the world of her father and the MC.

Her phone buzzed, a reminder of the life she had chosen. It was a message from the hospital, another late-night emergency that needed her attention. She was needed, and that was all that mattered. With a last look at the darkening sky, Camila stepped inside, her boots echoing on the tile floor as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

As she drove through the streets of Santo Padre, her mind wandered to her mother, Bruna Lara, now a resident in a home for the aged, her memories fading with each passing day. Camila was her power of attorney, a role she had never asked for but accepted out of duty. It was one of the many weights she carried, along with her name and the expectations that came with it.The hospital lights were a beacon in the night, drawing her in. As she walked through the doors, she shed the last remnants of her other life and became Dr. Alvarez, the surgeon, the healer, the woman who would make a difference. This was where she belonged, among the beeping monitors and the rush of saving lives.

But even here, in the midst of her purpose, the past lingered. She could feel the pull of the MC, the ties to her father, and the legacy she was expected to uphold. It was a battle she fought every day, to be her own person, to not be defined by the sins and the triumphs of her family. Tonight, though, there were lives to save, and that was all that mattered. Camila Alvarez was exactly where she needed to be.

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A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO

Camila Alvarez hurried through the bustling corridors of Santo Padre Hospital, her mind racing with a list of surgeries to perform and patients to attend to. Despite the chaos, her focus remained unwavering, honed by years of rigorous training and dedication to her profession. As a resident pediatric surgeon, she thrived in the fast-paced environment, finding solace in the ability to heal and make a difference in the lives of others.

However, amidst the controlled chaos of the hospital, Camila carried a weight that few knew of—a burden that stemmed from her tangled ties to the dangerous world outside its walls. She was the daughter of El Padrino, a fact she concealed with meticulous care, aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of her family's legacy.