You had always been in love with the lifestyle. Your childhood had been filled with the constant roar of motorcycles and it was only inevitable that you’d end up being a part of the life. Motorcycle clubs had always had a certain stereotype. Big burly men with beards stuffed into leather that was clearly too tight. The Lost Girls were a little different, however. You were the VP of an all female motorcycle club. This life wasn’t cut out for everyone, it was a very specific type of lifestyle that asked for a lot. You must follow without question, trust without proof, and be someone people can depend on, always. But for you, it was everything you’d ever wanted. There’s a certain rush that comes when you flirt with danger. An adrenaline rush that comes with being affiliated with something so notorious and known world wide as the Hells Angels, the Bandidos, or the Sons of Anarchy. There’s a satisfaction that comes with being respected by the citizens or feared by them. There’s the knowing that so many people want to be you, to be where you are, but they never will be. But the thing that made you want it the most was something you had craved your whole life. A bond stronger than that of blood, a dedication to each other’s lives that most people would never understand. Your problems were everyone’s problems, and theirs were yours. It was loyalty, it was a sisterhood, it was a family. You hadn’t been VP for long, a little over a year maybe. But you were good at it. Your president was good too. You were both young, but you were already wise. Older members of the club respected you, both of you, but it hadn’t always been so easy. You had had to fight, to prove your worth, and you weren’t proud of the things you’d done to get to where you are. But your club was everything you were, everything you had left. Your father had been a member of a motorcycle club and both your parents had been killed by a rival gang. Maria Garcia had taken you in and raised you along with her own daughter. Ella was like a sister to you, and Maria hadn’t been pleased when both of you had joined the Lost Girls. She had fled her home years ago, when she found out she was pregnant, and her past had been filled with Club affiliations. She had raised Ella alone before taking you in as well, and despite all your promises to her she was still angry about you both being in the club. The club had a reputation, and despite being the only female MC in the state, you had made your mark. People feared you. They knew not to mess with you. You took what you were owed and nothing could stand in the way of the club getting whatever they wanted. You were notorious.
The wind blew through your hair as you pulled your helmet off. The street was quiet and you leant against your bike as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket. You had woken up to a missed call and a text from your President telling you to get to the clubhouse by 10. It was 9.30 now, and her bike wasn’t outside yet. “What’s going on?” You turned and smiled as you saw Scully walking out of the clubhouse. She was an older member of the club, and someone that you turned to when you needed to talk. Smoke left your lips as you exhaled with a shrug and you ran your hand through your hair. “No idea.” You said and stood straight. The sound of bikes roaring down the street caught your attention and you turned as four bikes came into view. You stood with Scully as the bikes stopped in front of your clubhouse and the women got off. Ella was the first to leave her bike and you smiled to her. You had always been close, and now that she was President and you were VP you were even closer. “What’s this about?” You asked her as she approached, her brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. “I dunno. But we’re about to find out.” You followed her gaze and saw her mothers car pull up in front of the clubhouse. “Ma called this?” You asked as you dragged on your cigarette. Ella nodded and sighed. “Says she needs to talk.” You exchanged a look with her and turned to watch the older woman get out of her car. The whole club loved Maria. She was a mother figure to many, and to the older members she was a trusted friend. She had never approved of her daughter being a part of this lifestyle but she had accepted that no matter what she said Ella wouldn’t leave. So she had done what she could do to embrace the club. Everyone respected her, asked her for advice, for comfort, and she loved each of you just as much. The rest of the club arrived and you all entered the clubhouse together. The Lost Girls weren’t a big club, there was only two charters, and the few nomads. Your charter had only 9 members, and a few prospects. But it was enough, and when you were together you were unstoppable.
“Whats going on Ma?” Ella asked as she sat in her seat at the head of the table. It was the three of you in the room, Ella, Maria and yourself. The rest of the club would join once you knew what was going on. Maria sighed and looked at her daughter lovingly. “Its always been you and me, my Ella.” She smiled and turned to you. “Until you came along.” You smiled warmly at the woman who had raised you and you wondered where this was heading. “There’s a reason I wanted you to stay away from this life. But it was naive of me to think I could stop you. Its in your blood.” Ella frowned slightly and looked at her mother. “What do you mean?” Maria sighed again before continuing. “When I found out I was pregnant I ran. Your father never knew. You never asked about your father, and I thank you for that. Its always been painful for me. But its time that you knew.” You exchanged a glance with Ella. “Ella when you were born I gave you your fathers last name. He was a good man, he never deserved not to know you. But I was scared. I had to protect you.” “Ma what are you saying?” Ella asked. She laid her hands on the table and leant towards her mother. “His name was Marcus. Marcus Alvarez. He was a member of a club, the Mayans. I haven’t heard from him since I left that town, he never knew where I went, or why. He still doesn’t know about you. But I got a phone call last night. It wasn’t him, it was from is cousin. But he’s in trouble, and I think he could use your help.” Ella watched her mother carefully before she spoke. “My father was in a club?” She asked quietly. Maria nodded and smiled warmly towards her daughter, as her eyes filed with tears. “Hes the president of the Mayans.” She said. “Thats why your so good at what you do, its in your blood.” Ella smiled before glancing towards you. You nodded your approval and she turned back to her mother. “You want us to help him?” She asked her. Maria smiled and reached out to squeeze her daughters hand. She nodded slowly before speaking. “I want you to know who your father is.” The women smiled to each other and you stood to let the rest of the members in. They took their seats and watched their President carefully. After explaining to them what her mother had said Ella paused to look at you. You nodded reassuringly and she took a deep breath. “So what does this mean?” Ruth asked from across the table. “It means we’re going to Charming, California.”
ok but like I know i’m always saying Sebastian is hot as hell and all that but the dude, my boy, he inspires me so much. The more I learn about him, the more I love him. He is so passionate and strong. He is fighting the same things I am fighting and look! at! him!