Daughters of Anarchy.

Chapter 2: Bad News Amigos

All Spanish was translated from English to Spanish by Google Translate, we understand some of it may be wrong or incorrect. We are open to polite corrections. Chapter may contain sexual acts. Thank you.

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Isis's point of view.

Times have changed with the money and drug trafficking. Where we live we're on top, and not just because of our last names because in this town and gang, last names don't mean shit. When we first got down here, we had absolutely no street cred to us. So imagine when one of the main gang lords was being shot down by a couple of enemies, a couple of 9 year olds roll up shooting guns like the pros and fighting like some of the best streetfighters. We were friended immediately and put under protection, which we clearly didn't need. Saving the life of Samuel Lopez was probably what started it all. From then on, we got bigger and bigger into guns. Our biggest involvement was street fighting, we never lost. As we got older and developed our rapsheets, we also got more developed in our appearances with tattoos and vengeance. We were known as th- "Dos Diablo's! What brings your sexy @sses into my clubhouse?" Lopez grins and everybody hoots when they notice our presence. "Bad news, Sammy Boy." Kenna winks at one of his guys. Quick lay. "Aw, girls. What's the news?" Sam frowns now seeing how serious we are. "I'm gonna need a shot of vodka." I yell. One of the whores jump up to fetch it, we have respect, most men and woman fear us. The ones that don't, don't know us. "Sit down mija." Lopez said, and we did. We had a lot of business to discuss because of our departure the gang would lose some quick deals that we had been working. That means some money would be lost. "We gotta go back and live with our pops." Kenna speaks gravely. "What? Why?" I take a look around only to see everybody watching closely. "Club whores clear out. We need to talk business." I speak harshly. They all scramble out of the way with the old ladies pushing them halfway out. "Look, our guardian died. We ain't got no where to go except back home. We have a couple deals that we have to tie up then we gotta pack up. We leave tomorrow." I speak all business. Kenna's jaw is clenched along with her hands. Her body is tense and I know she's pissed. The boys in the gang are all gathered around with sad faces. "There ain't nothing we can do for ya?" Smokey asks. I smile at smoke. "No, but with these deals, there might be a couple losses of allies with us being gone, we will try and keep them for most part but this could be huge." Kenna speaks softly. "Alright. Take Smokey and Tick. They'll be most reliable if something does go down. I'm sorry girls. You will always be welcome." Lopez says with everyone nodding along. "We appreciate it, Sammy boy." I smile at him. He nods. "Get it done, boys." Sam yells out and everyone's rushing towards with hugs of love and gratitude. Once done, we leave the clubhouse to head over to tie up a couple other loose ends before we head back to our one floor beat up house. 45th ave and washway. That's our meeting spot. We hang for a bit waiting on Ryker. Ryker is one of our biggest gun buyers, we recruited him on our 11th birthday. We've been working together ever since then, and we've had some problems. Us leaving though, might be a problem. Ryker pulled in and stepped out with three of his guys. "Diablo's. What's so sudden?" Ryker says rudely. Ryker is a dangerous man. He's wanted in 40 states and has the name Ryker for a reason. He breaks out of prison for a living, and he's smart about it too. "Ryker, we came to tell you that your load came in early. Along with some unfortunate news." Kenna speaks proud. "That's great news. What's the bad news Diablo's?" Ryker asks eyeing us. "We are leaving this gang." I speak loudly. "Not willingly, I presume?" Ryker speaks. "Of course not. Our family needs us back home, so we must return." Kenna speaks and nods at me. Our personal life and deals are always separated, its for safety reasons. "I can understand that. What does this mean for our business?" Ryker asks curiously. "Smokey and Tick here, are just as good as us in trades and guns. They assemble them. We're hoping you can do business with them from now on." I don't want to make it seem like he hasn't a choice because then he'll back out of our business and the gang needs the money. "Only if you trust them." Ryker speaks eyeing the men. "We do." Kenna speaks with her face having hardened. "Very well. Next shipment is in a month same day and place. I'll be expecting you boys. Safe travels Diablo's. Need anything call us." Ryker smiles and nods to his men. "We will, Ry." Kenna winks. Yeah. They had a thing couple years back. Quick lay. Smokey and I did too. But we're all business. We don't tie down, its too dangerous. That's how life is when you work in guns and streets. Tying up the loose ends, I feel better about leaving so suddenly. I'm not happy I'm going to live with my absentee father and his group of sloppy bikers but I'm happy my gang is set up. I know when the time comes I'll have to stop calling them mine but until then they are mine. Kenna and I head home to pack our sh!t and get ready for hell, we haven't said a word but it's kind of expected. There's not much to say. "What are we gonna do, Izzy?" Kenna looks at me as she plops down on the sofa across from me. I'm packing my guns and my cash at the moment, we have to drive out there if we want to keep our bikes and cars. "We're gonna get settled in. We're gonna be our natural b!tchy selves and then we're gonna start our own sh!t because we both know that they will not include us in club deals. We have to have income, we might be able to get into the garage at the club." I pause. "Then we stir sh!t up as pay back." I grin at Kenna and take a swig of the open bottle of whiskey. She chuckles darkly, "The Reaper's better watch out. Dos Diablo's are coming to town."