[center][img]https://www.girlfriend.com.au/media/22641/tony-padilla-jail-13-reasons-why-1567616076.gif?width=720¢er=0.0,0.0[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200219/499c13aa3c2e3e964cb23d2842671a1c.png[/img] [hr][hr] [i]02:07am[/i] He could have left it alone. He should have left it alone. Sami just couldn’t help himself. These guys were a heavy set; the few thousand he had just handed over was not enough for the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club, they also needed their pound of flesh. Luckily for Sami, they had already claimed that from him a few hours before. One only had to look at his swiftly brushing face to see he had been in a scrap. There was no going to Emi’s Grandma’s for a repair job this time, he just had to take his lumps and deal with it. With payment now fulfilled the burly biker handed the Cuban a gun without a word and moved back into the shadows and his waiting Harley. Sami wipes some of the dried blood from under his eye and exhales deeply. It was a good job he was leaving in a few hours, now all he had to do was decide whether or not he was coming back. Sami had left a note for Chris and his Mom; thanking them for the generosity and saying he would meet him at the parking lot like everyone else. He knew that his brother wouldn’t question it; it was Sami, the guy who was known for simply vanishing into the woods and coming back a week later with zero explanation given or asked for, that’s just the way it was. Grabbing his nearby luggage, teenage yoda stuffed the weapon into a side pocket and dragged his sore stocky frame deeper into the night. A few hours later, there was but a hint of sunlight peering over the horizon and he found himself staring at the big red door of his parents “modest” homestead. There was this idea that Sami was secretly part of the elite of BHHS and that he just hid his money. Part of that was true, most of the Alejandro family money was kept in offshore accounts and were unseen by the tax man. The truth of the matter was that all that money belonged to his father. Any money Sami or his mother held was theirs and theirs alone, earned through hard work and an indomitable will. Both of his parents were asleep behind that door but dear old dad would be getting ready to start his day and the temptation to go in and put a bullet in his father's skull was not lost on him. Not only would it rid Sami of an abusive parent and his mother an abusive husband but it would rid the world of a criminal, of a detestable human being, of a poor excuse for a man. The temptation was very real. It was closer to meeting time and Sami had stopped off at a store to grab a few extra supplies, predominately the secret mixture to his infamous hangover cure as well a few craft beers (his favourite) some rum (for mojitos, obvi) and his daily Monster energy drinks. He might have been the only person in his little word that didn’t drink any kind of coffee. Whenever the crew was together in public, if you went around the table everyone had a coffee of some kind except for the little Latino kid at the end, he had a can. He didn’t even drink them for the caffeine anymore, now it was just a habit. [color=wheat]”Another run in with your old man Samuel?”[/color] Mrs Flores was a saving grace. In exchange for a few odd jobs being done at her house and around her store she often would allow Sam to use her spare room if ever he needed a break from his family and first dibs on her products. On this occasion it was her bathroom he needed to clean himself up before meeting his friends. [color=5F722C]”That obvious?”[/color] [color=wheat]”That obvious”[/color] She smiles as she packed the last of his goodies into a bag and slid them across the counter. [color=wheat]”You be careful on this trip, mijo. The world can be a bad bad place”[/color] Sami picked up the grocery bag and stuff it into his duffel. [color=5F722C]”Don’t worry Mrs F, I’m a bad bad man”[/color] Ace’s choice in music was always flawless, the suicide blonde just had a god or maybe devil gifted talent for knowing the right song for the right moment. Sami dropped her a congratulatory message as he entered the parking lot and saw AJ and Alek’s mid love-in. [color=5F722C]”Can you two fuck on this trip and get it over with? Or at least announce your soul mate status on FB or something, dios mio”[/color] Sami quipped before taking off his headphones and sliding them down around his neck. AJ had been the biggest pain in Sami’s ass since middle school but he was also the closest thing he had to a sibling. He hated and loved that beautiful boy. It was a shame he had to keep secrets from him. Those were the ones of the many he had that stung the most. As he walked closer to the duo, he gazed upon the RV and rooms swig from his drink. [color=5F722C]”Well fuck me with a chainsaw, ain’t that a pretty bitch? and I ain’t talking about you Tyler”[/color] [hr] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200401/76ced0fa1347c5b318fe797bdbc10cf2.png[/img] [url=https://46.media.tumblr.com/67630228adc0e27b5758e7cd38eb2e53/tumblr_inline_p3qoedeHPh1rqq37j_400.gif]Havana[/url] pulled up to the beach in a non descript station wagon; a far cry from his usual Bentley. The sun was rising in the distance and only a few surf rats out to ride some early morning swells were hanging around, normally his son would be one of them; not today. He rolled down the window as bearded beast of a man rocked up to the drivers side window. [color=red]”As discussed”[/color] Hector handed an envelope to the man whose face contorted into a clown like, terrifying smile. [color=red]”Do you have a plan, Mr Hyde?”[/color] [color=silver]”No”[/color] Mason Hyde shook his head and clicked his tongue. [color=silver]”But that’s part of the fun. Don’t worry, I got you Havana. I got you”[/color] Havana has been using Hyde for years but that never stopped him feeling a cold chill in his spine every time he met with the man, if he was a man at all. Sometimes Mason felt more like a caged animal that had been starved of flesh, just waiting for someone to reach their hand into his cell where he could very quickly and effortlessly rip their arm off. He was ticking time bomb waiting to go off but he was good at what he did and it just so happened that what he did wasn’t very nice. Hector rolled up his window back up and drove off, leaving Mr Hyde laughing in the streets. [color=silver]”God I love rich people, such fucking idiots...time to play”[/color] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/a422b73bc02ee1d0d4bf6f18b7644129/tumblr_pg7ce8re9w1qd6639o5_500.gifv[/img][/center]