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enzo romero

Thunder crackled in the distance as Enzo's bike roared down the endless Nevada highway, rain lightly pattering against his leather jacket as he slowed his bike into the parking lot of the Aphrodite, one of the many clubs the Crimson Roses had taken over. He couldn't comprehend why his sister was making everything so difficult, their father would've wanted his kids together after his death, leading the Ghost Rider's into a new generation. Even now, after Mateo's death, Natalia was making things difficult by being selfish. She refused to talk to him, so he was going to make her talk.

The door swung open to the strip club as the Ghost Rider's entered, the Romero siblings eyes meeting from across the room. Natalia's smile fell into a stoic expression as she shooed the dancer she'd been talking to away, walking out from behind the bar to greet her brother.

"Enzo...I thought we had a deal?" Natalia spoke, her voice wavering a bit as she tried not to lose her cool in the middle of the bar. The two gang's had come to an agreement a few months ago, they would stay out of each other's bars and leave the fighting for the streets. It had been Natalia's idea, wanting to keep the violence away from her workers, like Clara.

"Well, that was before. You won't return my calls." Natalia knew which before Enzo was talking about, her fists clenching at her side as she mulled over her next words. After Mateo was shot, Enzo had been adamant that it was somehow the Crimson Rose's fault. She knew it was only so long before he came for her, but she'd expected him to be a little more level-headed than this.

"How many times do I have to tell you, none of us would've done that to Mateo, and if one of my members had, I would've dealt with them already." It was what Natalia had said every time the Ghost Rider's asked, but Enzo didn't believe her. It was hard to believe his sister was capable of hurting their younger brother, but if you'd asked him two years ago if Natalia would ever betray their family he would've denied that as well.

"And how do you know that you don't have a liar among you? You betrayed me before, whos to say you didn't kill Mat to give yourself the advantage?" Deep down, Enzo knew he'd gone too far. It hurt him to see Natalia's normally calm face twist as his words hit her.

Enzo didn't even try to block as Natalia slapped him across the face, rubbing his cheek as she fumed. "I would never have done that to my baby brother." Her voice cracked as she glared up at him. "Maybe you should be more focused on figuring out who did kill Mateo than trying to pin it on me."

"Is that what you've been doing instead of answering my calls?" The older Romero rolled his eyes, certain that his sister had been avoiding him because she was guilty.

"Yeah, in fact I've got a pretty good idea who did it too. Unlike you, I don't have my head so far up my own ass that I can't see the truth." Natalia spat, crossing her arms across her chest as she leaned in towards her brother. "Maybe if you stop acting like an ass, I'll tell you."

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natalia romero

"What do you mean? You've known this whole time and haven't said anything to me?" It was typical of Enzo to get angry instead of admitting his wrongs, it was something Natalia had gotten used to being on the receiving end of.

"You betrayed the entire family, why the hell should I believe anything you say?" He was right, Natalia had done nothing to earn his trust, in fact she'd shattered any trust between them when she left. Enzo's anger was understandable, but Natalia was still his sister and while she'd betrayed him and the rest of the Ghost Rider's, she would never harm a member of her own family. While she'd abandoned the Ghost Riders for her own gang, she'd never wished any harm on them. All she wanted to do was prove that she was the better leader, that she deserved to be respected. She didn't want to completely destroy the Ghost Riders.

"Whatever, believe what you want but I'm going after Mateo's killer." Natalia turned to walk away, but Enzo's hand tightly grasped her arm and yanked her back to face him. She pulled away from him, but the anger on his face made her pause. Since leaving, Natalia had seen Enzo's rage more than ever, but tonight was different. The little truce that they had called for Mateo's funeral was over now, and Enzo was hellbent on revenge.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, Nat." He spoke, voice stern and filled with anger, like he was talking to a petulant child. "This has gone on long enough. It's about time you and your little crew answer for the crimes you've committed against the Ghost Riders."

Natalia had never once been scared of her brother, but the way he was gripping her arm made her think twice. Did he really think that she was capable of killing the little brother who's knees she'd bandaged when he'd fallen off his bike?

Before things could escalate between the siblings, a gunshot rang out, throwing the entire bar into chaos. For a moment, Natalia thought that the Ghost Riders were trying to shoot her, but none of them were holding weapons and neither were any of the Crimson Roses, though several of them had their hands poised to grab them if the altercation between the Romero's got out of hand. By the time the next shot rang out, Natalia figured out that they were coming from outside the bar. A drive by.

"Get down!" Both siblings seemed to understand what was going on through the screaming of patrons and members alike. Natalia jumped to shove a waitress walking past back behind the bar, a stray bullet ripping through her outstretched shoulder as she did. In gang territory, shootings were common, but no one had ever fired on one of the Crimson Rose's bars before.

Crouched behind the bar, Natalia used her one good arm to fire back, noticing some of the Ghost Riders doing the same. Just as soon as it had started, the bullets stopped and several bikes could be heard peeling out of the parking lot. Enzo stood from where he had ducked behind a table, running out the door as Natalia began yelling orders.

"Brooke, get everyone that's not patched out of here. Clara, help Arkady get the god damn first aid kit out of my office." One thing that Natalia had learned since founding the Crimson Rose's was that she was a great crisis manager, even with blood seeping from the bullet wound in her shoulder. The club was in shambles, bullet holes had ripped through several walls and pieces of furniture were overturned as people tried to protect themselves. She could see several people wounded, some of her own and some of Enzo's.

Enzo hadn't come back in, meaning he'd probably taken off on his bike after them. Natalia had a feeling that whoever killed Mateo was the same person who'd just shot up her bar. It was what she'd been trying to tell her brother. Someone was trying to take advantage of the Ghost Rider and Crimson Roses split and take them both out.



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Lou wore a stern scowl as his motorcycle growled into the Aphrodite's parking lot. After Enzo slowed to a halt then so did Lou. His macabre machine idled beneath him, purring like a jaguar, in gnawing anticipation of the hunt. His token spectacles (somewhat of an iconic identifier) would reflect the sleazy and flagrant neon lighting as he glanced over his shoulder to ensure that all Ghosts were accounted for. Cold cathodes and ionized electricity bathed the wet pavement with austere strokes of fading tints and swilling tones. Lou grimaced upon stomping the kickstand and pushing himself off of the Harley. A plush shimmer enkindled the droplets of rain on Lou's jacket, sparking them and his glasses with a majesty of vibrancy as he stood up. After checking his revolver and cutlass (concealed on his mid-section via sheathe, with the former stowed into a holster at his waist) Lou waltzed into the club with the ready retinue of Ghosts.

Lou immediately began seeking opportunities for mayhem - made all the more abundant with his unrelenting imagination for carnage. It wasn't out of spite, no, instead Lou was observing ways in which he could form a distraction should shit hit the fan. With the two leaders conversing Lou resigned himself to the bar though maintained avid vigilance of his surroundings. As he slid a cigarette out from its carton a fierce cascade of gunfire would erupt the Aphrodite into chaos. Lou hit the deck and shoved another Ghost down with him before scrambling into cover then swiftly snatched his revolver. As the club was razed with an orchestra of molten lead and smothering confusion, a semblance of vehemence gripped Lou and inspired within him the courage to fight back in the midst of it all. His response was saturated with expletive-rich rancour and the booming fusillade emanating from his revolver. Lou fuelled the aggression with eager precision, fanning his revolver out of smashed windows whilst manoeuvring towards the exit and bellowing a lofty "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" at the offenders. He rallied what men he could and ordered: "We're riding on them fuckin' cocksuckers now! NOW COME ON!"

Enzo strode for the exit just as Lou, churning with bloodlust, made haste for it himself. He emptied the cylinder and began reloading his firearm before charging outside and firing a salvo at the escaping convoy. Lou stomped a few strides after them with gritted teeth and a keen gaze before turning back and sprinting for his motorcycle. A moment later and Lou's mechanical beast was roaring after them.
 
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One moment, Arkady was trying to decide the best way to get Enzo to let go of his sister and think with his brain, and the next he was reaching for whoever was closest to him to drag them to the ground with him as gunshots rang out. He pulled his Beretta free and returned fire through what was left of the thoroughly shattered windows.

Somehow he had thought there would be fewer firefights in his life once he'd left Iraq, but life was funny like that.

He waited ten seconds after the gunfire stopped, silence ringing in his ears, before he stood up.

Everyone was already in motion--Enzo and some of the other Ghost Riders peeling off after whoever had opened fire, Nat shouting orders like a general--but Arkady took a moment to survey the damage. It wasn't pretty, and there were a few on both sides down with injuries, but it looked like the Aphrodite had taken more of the damage than anyone in it. Somehow, everyone always forgot that Aphrodite was a goddess of war too.

He holstered his gun and pulled off his leather jacket as Nat instructed Clara to help him with the kit. "Thanks, Nat," he said, rolling up his sleeves and following Clara. Probably Enzo would be annoyed he was listening to Nat, but people were hurt and he wasn't going to turn down a good kit.

And, he had to admit, he did want to talk to Nat before Enzo got back, once he was sure everyone was going to stay in one piece. It looked like she might be right about Mateo's killer after all.
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Declan "Deck" Byrne​

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Declan had always hated the Aphrodite. Even before it became a Crimson Roses joint. A few years back, when he'd been a prospect, some of the old boys used to make him cover their shifts bouncing the door. Not the worst thing they'd made him do, but it was up there. He didn't like nightclubs. He always felt off, when he was in one. That guilty feeling you get when you wake up with a pounding headache and an empty tallboy in your hand in someone else's bed, with no memory of the previous night, nightclubs always gave him that same feeling. Getting drunk on too expensive liquor, being titillated by dancers who probably hated being there as much as he did. He'd take getting drunk on cheap beer at the Skullcrusher any day.

But Declan wasn't there to wax philosophical about the state of Las Vegas nightlife. He was there to be muscle, stand a little ways back while Enzo and Natalia did their talking, and look menacing. He wasn't sure he was really pulling off 'menacing,' tonight. He didn't have the heart to mean mug the Crimson Roses, many of whom used to be patched brothers and sisters.

'Least I can smoke in here. He thought, taking a drag. He tried to listen to Enzo and Natalia's conversation over the music. It went about how he was expecting. He'd been hit as hard as anyone by Matteo's death, but not as hard as the two of them. He refrained from rolling his eyes as the conversation devolved into a finger-pointing contest. When Natalia slapped him, he took a step towards them, but went no further as a quick look at Enzo and his fellow Ghosts revealed that no one was terribly concerned. He tuned them out and focused on his cigarette.

Then the gunshots started. Declan stumbled back as his cigarette exploded, grunting as embers stung his face.

Someone just shot the cigarette out of my mouth. He realized. I just got fuckin' Annie Oakley'd. He took a quick glance, realized that he was too far from any sort of cover, and croppy-flopped onto the ground. He winced as bullets rained down around him, squirming as he tried to get the pistol out of the waistband of his jeans from a prone position. By the time he got it out, whoever had just shot the place up was peeling away in a vehicle. He scrambled to his feet and took a quick glance to confirm that the Roses were just as taken aback as he'd been. He spun around, trying to find Enzo, fully ready to ask 'what's the plan, bossman?' only to find him running for the door. When Lou shouted orders, he followed silently, a few paces behind. He didn't shoot at the cars as they drove away. He knew how to use a gun, but he was no marksman. A moving target, that far away, was a waste of a bullet for him.

He wasted no time mounting his bike, a black decade-old Suzuki Boulevard he'd bought second-hand when he'd first joined the club, and took to following Lou and Enzo.
 






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It was supposed to be her day off, god damn it.

Being a lawyer was a busy job, and Salomé had the sneaking suspicion that since the Ghost Riders have her as their legal rep pro bono, they oftentimes forget that she actually needed paying clients to keep everything operating smoothly. It had been a long week in the office, having taken some bullshit cases of teenagers goofing off and causing major property damage, men charged with indecent exposure for pissing on the streets of the Strip, typical nagging little things that took up too much of her important time. But time was money, and that money was what fueled her red little convertible as Sal sped down the 215 southbound. There was little she wouldn't do for her family; some called it blind devotion, but loyalty ran hot in her blood.

From the tall height of the freeway, Sal overlooked the towering Strip in all its glory. Tall casinos and hotels with their endless seas of glowing neon and bright billboards, surrounded by heavy rainclouds and the rumble of thunder in her chest. The wet pavement reflected off the colorful lights in the dim grey of the traffic. The woman took a long drink from her iced latte, one hand on the wheel as she shook the cup to stir her coffee, and her phone beeped loudly. The lock screen flashed a photo of her squeezed between Natalia and Enzo, and she rolled her eyes. Sal wedged her phone between her shoulder and cheek and had a snarky greeting prepared on her tongue, but the immediate loud yell from her boss left her in a stricken silence.

In the background, she could hear the yells of others and the groans of the wounded. Something was terribly wrong.
"Got shot at. Get to the Aphrodite now!"
He barked, and Sal responded with a simple
"Ya voy."
, before the line went dead. With a practiced ease, she pressed down on the gas pedal and weaved through the thick afternoon traffic.

What should've been at least a twenty minute drive was shaved down to barely ten minutes as Sal flew across the freeway overpasses, rain coming down in earnest as the woman rushed to help her family. Whatever the hell was happening, she had been left out the loop, which made her blood boil as Sal considered the possibilities of what exactly had unfolded. There had been a peaceful period, mutually understood without a word between the gangs after Mateo's death. But Enzo was too prideful for his own damn good, and Natalia was as stubborn as Sal. Se portan como niños malcriados, The woman thought bitterly, but there was no time to dwell on her opinions. Soon, the urban freeway transitioned into the wide open road of the highway that shot towards the horizon of mountains and desert, and her destination was before her very eyes.

Sal barely slowed down to look at the Aphrodite, but from the glimpse of shattered windows and bullet holes that she saw, the woman grabbed her revolver from the car's glove compartment without a second thought. Fuck, please don't tell me anybody's dead. A pang of worry hit her chest at the thought of Natalia having been inside, but Sal was extremely adept at compartmentalizing. She'd check on her later. The car revved as she sped up to drive alongside the bikers, recognizing Enzo and Lou already ahead of the pack to follow whoever had done this. Salomé pulled up to drive alongside Declan with a look of restrained anger.

"What the fuck were you guys doing here?!"
She yelled over the noise of the engines. Thankfully he didn't seem to be hurt, and nobody ahead of them was bleeding or dying, so that was the bare minimum of the situation being okay.





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Clara Shelbery
Location: The Aphrodite
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"So, I was thinking for Ava's birthday party we could do a board game theme, she's currently obsessed with dungeons and dragons so..." Clara with cut off by the sound of the opening door. The white blond woman turned her head to see if it was her regular but she lay her eyes upon Enzo "`Well, this is certainly a surprise." Clara mumbled to her closet friend before she made herself scarce. The stripper went back to work finding that her regular had been waiting for her "Sorry, sweetie." Clara told the older man who most definitely had a wife and kids but would spend most nights in here showering Clara with dollar bills and the occasional diamond necklace. "Don't worry doll, the conversation seemed serious." Her regular replied and Clara just offered him a small smile taking a seat next to him. This regular also liked to have a small chat before Clara gave him his regular dance but today Clara was distracted.

Right, so the last thing Clara thought she'd be wearing to gun fight was a baby doll dress with a silk camisole, she felt rather under dressed for the occasion but as soon as the gun shot went off the entire club seemed to explode into life. Dancer's ran, regulars scrambled but the worst thing of all was that the ghost riders wouldn't take long to haul up their obnoxiously loud and rather ugly in Clara's opinion motorbikes. After the first gun shot had gone off Clara had immediately jumped over the back of the couch she was sitting on and used it as a barricade, like the purple velvet sofa would stop a bullet from hurling itself into her. The second gun shot when off and Clara remained in her position, the young woman didn't move until she heard the distinctive voice of Natalia shouting orders. Arkady? Who the fuck was that? Clara thought as she popped her head above the purple sofa barricade and saw Arkady "Oi, Moscow! Let's go." Clara called to the burly ginger Russian who looked like he shaved people's faces off for a living.

Now, the 2nd thing Clara didn't realise would happen in her first gun fight is having to run across a slippery floor in 8 inch heels. "Support me so I don't break my fucking ankle." Clara said grabbing onto one of his arms as they dashed towards the back of the club before disappearing into the club room. Clara went through another door as pulled the first aid kit from Natalia's desk before handing it too the large Russian man "I may not be a qualified nurse but I've got a kid which basically means I am." Clara offered her assistance in a rather cryptic way "Just don't let me get fucking shot, okay?" Clara told the tall red headed man.
 
Danny Harlow
shocked — the Aphrodite— interactions: Enzo, Natalia, Arkady
Daniel Harlow didn’t mind the rain.

The headlight of his motorcycle flickered between the drops, flashing like lightning. Pools from where the asphalt held the water reflected his image like broken mirrors as his tires cut through them, and there were moments in which he couldn’t tell if he was riding above the storm or beneath it. He pushed the throttle forward, and his engine challenged the sky with the thunder that he forged himself.

The mist blurred the taillights of his fellow riders in front of him, but the conditions didn’t worry him, nor did they slow him down. He could navigate the streets of Nevada just as easily as he could trace the veins of his forearm with his fingers.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, and he flew through the dark like a ghost while drops of rain fell gently against his skin, as soft as rose petals.

Danny pulled into the parking lot of the Aphrodite, and he stopped his bike next to Enzo’s. The Ghost Riders marched their way toward the club, and Danny narrowed his eyes as he studied the front of the building. He shoved his hands into his pockets, chewing the inside of his cheek to swallow his scowl of annoyance.

He wasn’t eager to pay a visit to the Crimson Roses, especially since this was a place that the rival gang now considered to be their own territory. He listened to the footsteps of the rest of the Ghost Riders behind him, and he ignored the hollow pauses that reminded him of the bodies missing in the line-up. He pushed himself through the threshold of the bar, following Enzo as the Ghost Riders entered.

Danny considered bars to be sacred ground, especially that of his uncle’s, which had become something akin to a temple to him over the years. It was a place of full cups and drunken hymns, and in many ways, it was all he knew. He’d grown up among the devout regulars, seated night after night among the rows of barstools in their place of communion and confession. Danny considered himself to be godless, but he served drinks like a sacrament. He was home there, standing behind the counter of the bar as though it were an altar, with the lights illuminating the wall of bottles behind him like a stained glass window.

But the Aphrodite was no such place, not to Danny. Here, he knew that he was unwelcome, and his presence felt like sacrilege. Something in the air seemed to change as the Ghost Riders entered, and Danny watched as Enzo’s eyes scanned the crowd. Conversations seemed to skid to a halt around him as though their ceremonies had been interrupted, and some dancers froze in the middle of their incantations.

Danny didn’t see Natalia until she spoke, parting the crowd like a sea as she made her way toward her brother. Danny passed behind Enzo, moving a few steps out of the way so that he could lean back against one of the nearby couches, his arms crossed casually across his chest. He regarded Natalia cooly as she approached, an eyebrow raised to keep his face from pinching.

Enzo was a titan, but right now, Natalia was a tempest. It was she that ruled here, like the patron goddess of blood and roses.

And death.

Danny averted his gaze.

And hauntings.

The two remaining Romeros clashed in front of him, but Danny kept his arms crossed. He’d grown up with the pair, and he’d already been a witness to countless arguments between them. But none like this. This wasn’t a spat between teenagers, nor was it one of the inevitable feuds between siblings.

This was war.

Danny knew Natalia, and although he shouldn’t have been surprised when she slapped Enzo, he still flinched. He kept himself glued to the spot, swallowing hard as though he were forcing something bitter down his throat. He raised a hand to his mouth, rubbing it into a small, amused smile that should be enough to convince anyone looking at him that he was simply entertained by the scene.

He wasn’t worried, not yet. A simple slap wasn’t enough to make him jump in, but when Enzo grabbed his sister by her arm and pulled her back, his eyes lit with a sinister fire that threatened to spark something that he couldn’t put out, Danny felt his stomach drop. He considered one of his jobs as second in command to be watching out for Enzo in particular. He was no stranger to the other man’s temper, and Danny knew well enough that it would likely be his friend’s fatal flaw. He needed to reign him in.

As soon as Danny took a step forward, the gunshot rang out.

His own gun was in his hands before he even recognized the object, and he’d pulled it from the waistband of his jeans without need for conscious direction. He dropped, listening for where the source of the fire was coming from before pulling his own trigger. He peeked his head up from behind the couch, and a glass that was sitting on the armrest exploded, flinging sharp shards into his face and leaving behind a few cuts across his nose.

“Fuck,” he muttered, cringing and squeezing his eyes shut as he ducked again, blinking to be sure that none of the pieces had gotten in his eyes.

It quickly became clear to him that the shooters were outside of the club, and he raised his gun, firing off a few rounds at the door. But no one entered. Instead, he recognized Lou’s battle cry at the same time as he saw Enzo leap up and run out of the door.

“Enzo!” he shouted, pulling himself up now that the shots had stopped. “Where the fuck—?”

But Enzo was already gone, and Danny watched as both Lou and Declan rushed after their leader. Danny lowered his gun but kept it held in both hands, his finger still on the trigger. He bit back the rest of his curses, tensing his jaw as he ground his teeth together. He heard the roar of engines outside, and he knew that Enzo and a few other of the Ghost Riders had taken off after the threat.

That meant that Danny had to stay here, with the rest of them. He turned his head, surveying the room and the damage left behind. Some were injured, including some of his own. Just as he was about to find Arkady, Natalia began barking orders.

“What? Don’t you have your own fucking medic?” he muttered resentfully, not yet bothering to look in her direction.

He sighed, letting out a harsh puff of air through his nose before taking a few steps forward, ready to hustle off after Arkady so that they could start cleaning things up. He snuck a glance in Natalia’s direction, and he skidded to a stop, a piece of glass breaking under his boot as he froze.

“Nat…you…” he stuttered, squinting at her and the blood trickling down her shoulder.

For a moment, his brain simply rolled around in his head, bouncing between confusion, horror, and then coming to a complete standstill.

“You got shot? You seriously got fucking shot?” he asked incredulously, his voice rising. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Danny was sure that he didn’t recognize Natalia anymore, but for a moment, she was the girl that he’d grow up with again, right in front of him. And she was hurt. And it scared him.

“Arkady!” he called, singing each syllable to keep his voice steady, like everything was fine. He looked around for something to stop the bleeding, grabbing the first thing he found, which was a nearby bar rag. He didn’t want to touch her, but he pressed it to her shoulder anyway. “You find that kit yet, man?”


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Brooke didn’t hear the roar of the motorcycle club because of the deafening music that emitted from the club. The presence of the Ghost Riders was only heard and seen when they stormed the place. Instantly Brooke’s eyes navigated the Club for Natalia, green eyes finally landing on the leader who moved with purpose towards her brother.

Brooke was puzzled by this sudden development of a parley, considering personal establishments were off-limits. This new change in the agreement caused Brooke to make haste through the crowd. Reading the room and stopping at a comfortable distance because it was just the two siblings exchanging words.

The exchange between the two relatives was vicious, and the slap that proceeded indicated as much. However, Brooke knew better than to intervene. This was a family argument, and it wasn’t her place. As the parley continued, she looked at the members of Ghost Riders and noticed how in fleeting moments, friends can turn into enemies. She broke bread with the people that stood on the opposite side of the club. She was a trader in most, if not all, their eyes. But when opportunity knocks, you must take it, even if that meant being the villain. There was no growth for her within the Ghost Riders. And like any job, sometimes it’s best to leave, albeit preferably on amicable terms.

Brooke was brought out of her musing when Enzo grabbed Natalia; instantly, Brooke took a few steps closer, unsure how this debate would end. Before she knew it, gunshots were airing out the club.

Shit, what the fuck! Brooke thought as she simultaneously plunged to the floor, cowering as she placed her arms over her head. Fear began to creep into her mind as the shots continued to ring out; was this it.

The bullets stopped. Brooke stood to her feet. As she patted herself down from the various debris that landed on her from the fallout of the shootout, if she was being honest, she was checking to see if she was in one piece. Satisfied that she was okay, Brooke barely recognized the orders that Natalia shouted out because of her haze.

Her senses coming back, Brooke moved with swiftness. Because as fast as fear swiped through her, anger was the only lingering emotion that was left. In her haste, Brooke noticed Clara running off towards the back. It was good to see she was up and running. Two of the Crimson Roses that she worked with directly rushed towards her giving a questioning glance, and asked if she was coming. She nodded, and the two men rushed off to catch up with Ghost Riders.

Brooke did quick work of evacuating the patrons with the help of two additional Crimson Roses. With the task complete, she and the two Crimson Roses rushed towards Natalia, walking past a Ghost Rider yelling. To Brooke’s realization, Natalia was shot.

Brooke’s resonant voice spoke to Natalia, disregarding the man yelling for someone named Arkady. “You good? I’m going to catch up with them. Two of your men already left to follow after the Ghost Riders, and Pike and Hawk are going to come with me.” Brooke then took off exiting the Aphrodite with the two men in tow. She called Jason and asked what direction the Ghost Riders took off in and how far away they were.
 
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Arkady let Clara grab him and reached out to steady her. "I don't know how you walk in those things in the first place," he said, letting her lead the way into the Aphrodite's backroom.

As he accepted the kit from her he grinned. "Always good to have extra hands, training or no." Usually he was yelling at one of the other guys to come help him, and it was amazing how often a little blood turned a big tough biker into a squeamish baby. He tucked the kit under one arm and offered her the other. "I promise you won't get shot. I can't promise you won't get blood all over your dress though."

Danny called for him as they returned from the office, Arkady escorting Clara like she were a bride striding down an aisle of broken glass and blood. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he called back. He looked over at Danny standing by Nat's bleeding arm, as if he thought the blood might contaminate him, and smirked. "Not deep, I expect," he said, and went over to inspect, letting go of Clara's arm and passing the kit to her. "Sit. I hope you're not attached to this shirt," he added, and tore the rip in the sleeve from the bullet entry wider so he had better access to the injury. "I'll need gloves and an antiseptic," he told Clara, and pulled on the blue latex gloves when she passed them to him. "So, Nat," he said conversationally as he began cleaning the wound, "It sounds like you had an idea who decided to start shooting us."
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enzo romero

Without having to look, Enzo knew that several of his men were following him, bikes roaring to life like a pride of lions as they took off for the open road. He probably should have given orders before running out the door, but his blood had already been boiling before the shots rung out and his finger was itching to pull a trigger. Besides, most of the Ghost Riders were so experienced by now that they knew what to do without being told.

Though Enzo had only taken over two years ago, not much had changed between his father's reign and his. He trusted his lieutenants with his life, knew they could get shit done even in his absence. Most of them had served his father, they all had good heads on their shoulders.

The handle bars under Enzo's fingers felt like they might slice his hands open if he squeezed any tighter, the cool metal keeping him focused as he pushed the gas down full-throttle. A car speeding up along side them caught him off guard, about to reach for his gun when he recognized the red convertible as Sal's. He felt bad, bothering her while she was at her real job, but if anything counted as an emergency he figured this was it.

"I had to have a little chat with Nat. We had some uninvited guests." Enzo yelled over the sound of several engines, focusing back on the road where the black sedan in front of them was gaining speed. They were getting close to the freeway and packed city traffic now, if they couldn't catch up by then they'd lose them for sure in the endless sea of backed up cars.

A few more bikes pulled up alongside them and the Ghost RIder's leader clenched his fists a little tighter. He knew that the Roses had every right to go after them, hell they had even more reason to be pissed since it had been their club that got shot up. He could work with them, just for now.

They'd gained on the car a bit but still weren't as close as Enzo would like. Carefully, he pulled the gun from his waist and steadied his hand as he fired off two shots. The first lodged itself in the trunk, but the other shattered part of the backseat window. Unfortunately, that meant the two men in the backseat could now fire out of the broken window.

"Lou, Deck, try to pull up alongside them if you can. Don't get shot." He waved his hands to signal for them to go, firing off a few more rounds to keep the shooters attention on him.



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Declan "Deck" Byrne​

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Declan had been so focused on the car in front of him that the sudden arrival of a speeding Porsche startled him a bit. He almost let off a string of curses before he noticed who was driving. He had to chide himself for not recognizing the car earlier. As Sal roared at them over the sound of the engines, Declan winced. His normal response, when faced with Salome Iglesias' ire, was to look at the ground and offer a sheepish 'aw, hell' or a deferential 'sorry, Sal.' Maybe even a 'my bad, College' if he was feeling brave. It wasn't even close to the first time something like this had happened, but it was the first time it had happened while they were currently chasing down an active shooter.

Declan didn't want to shout above the engines. He tried to shrug, a task made difficult when both of your hands are occupied by handlebars, and inclined his head towards Enzo. As if on cue, Enzo shouted back a response to Sal's question. The car was closer now, but so was the city. Lot of black sedans, there. Lot of innocent people, too. If they didn't deal with this now, they'd either lose the shooters or some poor bastard trying to get home from work was going to catch a bullet. He heard more bikes, and a quick glance over his shoulder revealed some Crimson Roses on their tail. Declan wasn't sure if he should think of them as backup or pursuers.

Could be both.

He was almost relieved when Enzo shouted orders at him. He turned to look at Lou and made eye contact. He thought about shouting but settled on a hand signal. He pointed at himself and inclined his head to the right. He reached back into the waistband of his pants and withdrew his pistol. It was a little .38 revolver. It was a small gun to begin, but in his hands, it looked like a capgun. He pulled the hammer back and leaned down low, almost kissing his gas tank.

He weaved to his right, and got in front of Sal's Porsche. He was well ahead, though, next to the sedan. He didn't like gunfights. Wasn't like a fist fight. They lasted too long. Too much time to think, too many decisions to run through. He wasn't personally scared, getting shot wasn't his greatest concern. It was certainly a concern for his body, though. Couldn't do anything about that. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt his mouth get dry.

Still leaning down, he raised his gun arm and fired two shots into the back passenger window of the car. Hard to tell if he hit anyone. Always was. A few shots rang out, back, but they sailed over his head.

Still alive.

Declan raised his gun again, but this time the car swerved towards him. His roll bars scratched the side of the sedan and before he knew it, he was swerving too. He was never the best rider in the club. When he started swerving, it was all he could do to keep his bike upright. He stayed low, trying to jerk the handbars around above his head while more shots rang out. Eventually, he started skidding and closed his eyes.

"Aw, hell!" Someone screamed. Must have been him. Eventually, the motion stopped, and he forced his eyes open and his head up. He hadn't crashed. He looked around. He'd ended up on the shoulder, facing the wrong direction. The sedan, the Ghosts, the Roses, and Sal were all well ahead of him now. Well, behind him, anyway. He got off his bike, gave it a quick once over to make sure it wouldn't explode if he started riding again. Once he was satisfied, he peeled off the shoulder, tires screeching, and turned to follow.

'Least there's no Roses behind me, anymore. He thought, with something between a smile and a grimace on his face as he raced to catch back up.
 
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natalia romero

The Aphrodite was used to chaos, since the day they'd taken over the territory there'd been quite a few shootings at the club, but Natalia and her lieutenants always put a stop to them before they made their way inside. The first man to put his hands on a dancer out of line had faced Natalia's wrath personally, she thought she'd made it clear that her girls were off limits. Bar fights and parking lot scraps were one thing, but attacking her family on her turf was entirely off limits.

It made her wonder if her real family being there had been on purpose, or simply a bonus for the attackers. If they were trying to instigate a war between the Ghosts and the Roses, having them in the same bar shooting wasn't helping, but if their goal was just to take out both gangs, then they were killing two birds with one stone here.

Nat gave a firm nod to Arkady as he and Clara headed back into her office, taking a deep breath as she steadied herself and turned to the lieutenants awaiting her orders. "Bane, go grab every folder I have on these bastards. Send a lookout to see if they have any increased activity after the shooting, maybe someone has loose lips in one of their hangouts. Once the Ghosts get back, prepare everyone for a meeting." She spoke as calmly as possible, clenching her fists to bite down the pain and rage that was building.

Breathe in....and out....in....out...

As if the stinging in her shoulder and her bar torn to shambles wasn't enough, Daniel Harlow now felt the need to berate her. She was trying her best to relax, but staying calm around Danny seemed to be one of her greatest downfalls. She'd noticed him standing behind her brother earlier, but the two weren't exactly on the best terms. She knew that he'd been promoted as Enzo's second in command, something he'd talked about since they were kids. She'd sent a card to congratulate him after debating about it for a full week, though she hadn't gotten a response. Hadn't expected one.

"Sorry that I'm not living in the fucking Matrix, Danny. Next time, I'll make sure I ask for a warning before people start shooting up my bar so I can dodge." Natalia sneered, rolling her eyes as she tried to walk away from Danny, pausing before she could make it very far. As he continued to yell at her, Natalia thought about the last time she'd seen him, or any of the Ghost Rider's for that matter.

Danny was by far the most hurt by her leaving, besides her two brothers. The two had been best friends most of their lives, and Nat had been so sure that he would've come with her. She understood why he didn't, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Danny had always been an enigma to her, but he was more confusing now than ever. Sometimes she swore she could see the hate in his eyes, he'd barely been able to look at her at Mateo's funeral.

And yet, here he was freaking out over her injuries, panic widening his brown eyes. He'd always been like this, more protective of Natalia than even her own family. When she'd first been patched as a Ghost Rider, a few of the older guys had given her a harder time than most. The first member to disrespect her had gotten punched by Danny before she'd even had the chance to.

"You don't look so good yourself." She retorted, pointing to the cuts across his nose as he wrapped a towel around her shoulder, hand hovering over his face for a moment before she quickly brought it back down to her side. If it were anyone else fussing over her, Natalia would've slapped them and told them she had a job to do, but Danny was just as stubborn as she was and she figured it was easier to get patched up now so she could stop everyone's fussing and get on with the shit she needed to get done.

Besides, getting patched up meant she got to spend time with her favorite Ghost, the lovely doctor Arkady.

"Don't worry about me, Brooke. Go get those bastards." She nodded, watching Brooke and the others walk out the door with a stoic expression. It was always hard watching any member of the Roses walk out the door, it always left her wondering what shape they'd be in when they came back. Honestly, she'd felt the same way watching her brother and the other Ghost Rider's run after their attackers. Danny's yelling had almost made her forget how much she still cared about those idiots.

For a moment, Natalia could forget about the nightmare unfolding as Arkady and Clara approached her, a smile spreading across her face as she regarded the two. "It's good to see you, Doctor." Natalia grinned, using her one free arm to give him a quick hug. Despite everything that had happened, Arkady was the one person who didn't treat Natalia like a traitor.

"I've got a pretty good idea." Natalia frowned as Arkady ripped the sleeve of her shirt, sitting on the nearest bar stool and gritting her teeth as she watched him work. The bullet had been an inch short of missing her, if she'd been two inches to the left it would've lodged itself into her bone and she might not've gotten off so easy. It wasn't her worst injury by far, she'd be fine after she popped some pain killers.

"Clara and Brooke have been helping me do some digging. I knew that the Ghost Rider's didn't kill Mateo, and I know that I didn't kill Mateo, so there had to be someone else." She spoke with a pointed look at Danny. The day after Mateo's death, Natalia had started her hunt for her little brother's killer. There were several gangs who wanted both the Ghost Riders and the Crimson Roses gone, some crooked cops too. There were a plethora of suspects, but after two months they'd narrowed it down.

"There's two gangs in particular we suspect. Los Calaveras and the Celts. If you'd be willing to listen to me, I'd be happy to share any information we have."



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"Walking in these things is a fucking extreme sport." Clara said roughly too Arkady as she handed him the medical bag. Arkady's response to her request of not being shot was adequate but if Clara was really honest she didn't want any blood on this dress, it was silk which was a pain to get blood stains out of. Clara linked her arm with the doctor and headed out to heal the injured like a pair out of a sitcom 'the psycho doctor and stripper nurse', she could picture it winning an Emmy or two. They made their way over to the first victim with was Natalia? When did that happen? Seeing her closest friend down with a bullet hole in her shoulder pissed Clara off beyond belief. "Nat, You alright sweetie?" Clara spoke "Apart from the gaping whole in your shoulder." Clara said gently wiping some blood off Nat's face with her thumb and rubbed it on her dress.

When Arkady asked for his medical supplies Clara handed them too him but her attention was solely on the well being of her friend and she watched Arkady's handy work just in case he pulled any funny business but he was surprisingly rather gentle. When Arkady asked about the shooting Clara firstly responded with a harsh eye roll "No Moscow, we know exactly who it is." Clara said rather sarcastically "In fact, they introduced themselves at the front door." Clara continued with her harsh words but it was just a guise for the worry she felt for a friend. "Of course we don't know." Clara said as she took a seat next to Nat and pulled off the god awful torture devices that were high heels. "Here, have this Nat. It'll help with the pain." Clara said pulling the only bottle of alcohol that seemed to survive the shooting "Gin, my favourite." Clara said taking a quick swig herself before handing the rest of the bottle to Natalia.

Clara also noticed that Danny was also hanging about the injured maiden, Danny and Nat had always had this thing that Clara kind of understood but he chose to stay loyal to Enzo when Natalia left to form the Crimson Roses so in Clara's mind he was a sworn enemy and not to be trusted. Clara averted her eyes from Danny, all but ignoring his presence. As Arkady performed his medical treatment Clara fed Nat a steady flow of gin to deal with the pain but also trying not to get her too drunk as she would most likely want to think straight when she was planning her revenge. ​
 






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The wind and rain whipped her face with a such ferocity as they gained speed, Sal could barely hear Enzo's words over the noise of engines. His brief explanation combined with Deck's sheepish shrug made her scoff. If they didn't get killed on the hot pavement, Sal would be having a choice few words with their leader. It had been a long time since she had rode alongside the other Ghost Riders; she was never truly considered a patched member, her early days marked her as a prospect at most, but her work as their legal rep just made her a different kind of valuable asset. She still paid her dues and her pound of flesh, but it simply was not her role. The Ghost Riders rumbled like beasts throughout the desert highway, but in her fast car the woman felt like a panther on the hunt. The scene of the Aphrodite was unmistakably a drive by, and the hot rush of anger kept her focused as she drove.

This was as close to religion as she could get. Divinity was found in the brilliant chrome of choppers, and her way of worship was following them to the ends of the Earth. She wore the words of Ghost Rider like a rosary on her body, between her shoulder blades in the center of her back. If this were the Bible, Enzo would be their Jesus, and Natalia (the betrayer she thinks bitterly), their Judas. This would not play out as a story of tragedy if she had anything to do about it.

The woman gave Deck ample space and watched their backs from the back of the Ghost Riders' pack, distrustful of the Roses that followed behind them. The enemy of my enemy is my friend was a bullshit saying in her eyes - they were still traitors to her and her family, and she wouldn't put a stab in the back during a distracted moment past them. But distraction turned into panic as Sal watched shots fly, and then Deck skidded by in the blink of an eye. Shit! She turned back to look for a frenzied moment before turning to keep her eyes on the road. Distantly in her rear view mirror, the man got back up, but dread occupied the space in her chest meant for relief. With a quickness, the woman raised her gun and fired at the car as well. At least two embedded into the metal of their bumper, but through the open back windshield more shots fired, and her vision exploded with glass and rain.

"Fuck!"
Sal screamed, her convertible's windshield exploding around her. The bullet hit the passenger seat of her car, the plush interior exploding out onto the floor of her Porsche speckled with red, and she soon realized that her car was rolling lopsidedly into a stop. They popped her tire, for fuck's sake.

In retrospect, it could have been worse. But it hurt, and the adrenaline rush of sheer anger left in one fell swoop as the stinging pain radiated through her. A few knicks covered Sal's hands and face, most of the wounds superficial, and the deep red blood dripped down onto her cream colored leather jacket and pearly white shirt. Her hands shook as the woman pocketed her gun, and blood dripped down her forehead and into her eyes. Sal leaned against her car and rubbed a hand across her chest, heart beating irregularly from the intense stress of her current situation. She could hear Arkady's words chastising her already. Christ, what a mess.

"Those idiots aren't gonna drive into the city, are they?"
She mumbled as they disappeared into the horizon of neon casinos and mountains. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Vaguely, Sal wondered if Natalia was alright, the worries of a sister.
"I need a ride, damn it."


Glancing up as she wiped the blood from her face, her gaze landed above her head at a billboard with the words Better Call Sal! 1-800-333-4444 in large print alongside her face. What a stroke of cosmic irony. Ugh.





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LOU "LOVEABLE ROGUE" CALLAHAN

The ecstasy of envisioned rapture against these daring folk blessed him with zealous fanaticism and Lou was thundering along the freeway to the lacerating applause of lightning. He throttled the accelerator and these pistons hammered with ardent diligence. Lou clenched his jaw and gripped the bars, white-knuckled and brows furrowed, ferocious, and devout. With righteous temperance came Sal's sleek and roaring Porsche. Enzo gave the word and Lou emblazoned the order. Lou paid heed to Declan's gesture and slammed forward the twist grips in response, veering parallel to his fellow brother in arms. Lou broadened his shoulders, straightening his back, squinting precisely, then pulled a fucking cutlass from out his jacket.

Lou's engine snarled heartily as he bloomed upon the driver's side window in a flurry of belting strikes with the pommel. "PULL OVER! PULL THE FUCK OVER!" The window shattered in glistening shards, harsh and strident fragments of glass adorned the driver's scowling countenance. Lou grinned, sailing his cutlass into the observation, though quickly soured his expression upon realizing the sedan was swerving into Declan. He jostled as the vehicle wheeled back at him in a pendulum, and wrestled with his bike in a desperate bid to stabilize himself - causing him to launch the blade into the driver's side window and hurriedly snatch the handlebars. He primed his machine after a brief stagger and retrieved his revolver, then blared ahead of the sedan while shaking with rage and swearing a storm for what happened to Declan.

Lou conjured his aim upon encroaching the cage and emptied its cylinder into the side doors and engine block. These rounds penetrate. The Colt Peacemaker was chambered in the express .45 ACP cartridge. Lou weaved between the traffic and would bestride an SUV. Pinning its barrel against the handlebar with the clutch of his palm, Lou made an effort to reload his six-shooter despite his usual dexterity being hampered by the afflicting weather and all things considered.

In sudden ambush, Lou braked with scorching urgency and immediately shot a round into the passenger window from two lanes over. He re-engaged the throttle and chased after them once more.
 
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Danny Harlow
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Though Natalia was the one who was wounded, Danny’s life was flashing before his eyes.

Her name was drawn over countless passages and pages that spelled out the stories of his life, including several chapters which she seemed to have penned herself. Being around her, especially now, felt like he was listening to a dramatic reading of his middle school diary.

“You don’t look so good yourself.”

The last time he’d seen Natalia had been at Mateo’s funeral. He had written her a letter. He’d known the Romero kids since the beginning, and if nothing else, they’d all been Ghost Riders at one point. So he’d written his condolences, and he’d told himself that he should give it to her, for Mateo.

But he hadn’t. Instead, he had kept the letter buried in the pocket of his blazer, fist clenched around it as though it might run to her itself. It was still in there now, entombed in the heap of fabric that lay crumpled on his bedroom floor with the rest of his dirty laundry. Now, he pretended that he was only guilty because, for a moment, he’d almost let himself forget that she was dead to him, too.

Get a grip.

Danny had forgotten about the blood on his face until Natalia pointed it out, but now it burned, hot and sharp. He stepped away from her as soon as Arkady appeared, rubbing at the wound on his nose. He didn’t realize that her blood had stained the creases of his palm so that, even though he had let her go, she still lingered in the readable lines that gave away both his heart and his head.

He retreated a short distance away to give the doctor some room to work, pressing his back against the counter of the bar. He leaned back, loosening his shoulders and resting his elbows against the top of the table behind him. He released a long breath through his nose, and he was irritated to find that he’d been holding it the whole time.

Arkady got to work on Natalia’s shoulder with the assistance of Clara, who Danny recognized as a Crimson Rose. She responded to the medic’s question first, offering nothing but a sarcastic quip with the roll of her eyes and the swish of her frosty blonde hair. Danny raised an eyebrow at her, but she didn’t seem perturbed by him, nor did she seem to acknowledge that he was there at all.

Danny kept his face neutral as he listened to Natalia’s explanation. His eyes floated back and forth between her and Arkady, but he couldn’t yet get a read on what the doctor was thinking. When she was finished, Danny smirked as though he were amused. He didn’t trust a single word she said, which was something he often made quite clear.

But he knew that she didn’t kill her little brother. Of course he knew that.

He was no longer in the business of defending her, however, so he’d kept that thought to himself, even from Enzo. He hoisted himself up on the table behind him, taking a seat. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his head back, regarding Natalia from a distance.

“Los Calaveras and the Celts,” he repeated, his tone doubtful but not cutting. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, nonchalant. “Fine. Let’s say you had no part in it. What makes you think they did?”


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“Don’t be mean to me for thinking Nat is smart,” Arkady said to Clara’s teasing in mock despair. He worked as he listened to Nat’s explanation and nodded. She could be lying. But he didn’t think so. She cared too much. And besides, it made too much sense.

“It’s a smart strategy,” he said. “Somebody provokes us into violence, and then all they have to do is sit back and wait for us to kill each other. Then they come in and finish us off. And gain two territories for the price of one.”

He sat back and examined his handiwork before turning to Clara and asking for dressing. “And you’re lucky you don’t need stitches, with all that gin,” Arkady added. Alcohol always made bleeding worse, but Natalia’s wound was too wide and shallow for stitches to do much good. Instead he slathered it with an antibiotic before bandaging it up. “I know you won’t, but try to be careful with it,” he said. “It needs to be as still as possible to heal.”

Arkady looked over at Danny as he spoke. He let the challenge to Nat go unquestioned—he’d rather like to know the answer too—and instead said, “Hold still so I can look at your face,” swapping the latex gloves for a fresh pair.
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Declan managed about ninety seconds of speeding to catch up before Sal started firing at the car herself. He knew, then, that this whole thing wasn't gonna end well. They were having a multi-vehicle gunfight on a freeway. It would be some kind of miracle if any of them got out of this without getting arrested. Especially if their lawyer got shot in the process.

Declan regretted that train of thought the second a bullet punctured her windshield. He took a quick look, made sure he was the rear-most ghost rider. He was, of course. Three Crimson Roses and a few hundred yards of highway separated him from Lou and Enzo. He started slowing down as soon as her tire popped, and managed to stop roughly even with her now-stalled car. When she got out of the Porsche, Declan figured the two of them surviving separate instances of getting run off the highway during a gunfight just about used up the club's luck for the month. He hopped off the bike and walked toward her, following her gaze to see her own billboard above them. He shook his head, might've found it funny on a different night.

"You're bleeding good." Declan said, mostly to himself. He was trying hard to keep his voice level, calm. This action hero stuff the Ghost Riders did every now and again was a lot easier when he wasn't sober. "You didn't catch a bullet in there, did you?" He craned his neck to look past her and into the car. The interior looked about as banged up as she did. He looked back at her, and gestured at his chest. "Your, uh, heart giving you any trouble, there?" He looked around, nervously, as though Arkady was going to suddenly appear and take charge of the situation so he didn't have to. He sighed. "Better get you back to the Aphrodite." He said. "Arkady ought to be there, still."

The weight of the situation was settling on her chest, and Sal's mind was racing a mile a minute as she tried to distract herself from the sight of her own blood. She had been the legal side of operations for a good long comfortable while. In her early years, sure, the woman got her hands dirty just as much as anybody else. But maybe she had gotten a bit soft with her spiffy education and somewhat cushy job. A hand pushed her hair back from her forehead to feel at her hairline, and sure enough, there was a cut that felt deeper than the other scrapes. Her thoughts went from 'Oh shit, that's fucking deep, that fucking hurts-' to examining the legal repercussions of the situation in an instant. There was 'discharge of a firearm from a vehicle,' 'discharging firearm into a car,' likely 'attempted murder' if the cops got to their assailants as well. What a fucking mess, indeed.

It had taken a minute to register Declan's presence, and Sal squinted at him through the blood before wiping at her face again. "No fucking shit." She snapped, and instantly regretted her tone. It was taking a lot of energy to keep her shit together, and having someone there was both a blessing and a curse. Everybody saw her at her prime, always keeping the others out of trouble, saving their asses. It was very rare for her to be on the flip side of the situation. "No bullet, nothin', I got really lucky. Let's hope the others stay lucky too. Do you have, like, a handkerchief or something?" She asked with a shaky breath. His concern was appreciated, and Sal gave him a sheepish shrug. "I'm not having a heart attack yet, so I'm sure I'm fine. This just hurts like a bitch. I'm sure Arkady will be tickled pink."

"Aw, hell, he'll be more mad at Enzo than he'll be at you." He gestured towards his bike. "If you're steady enough to stay upright, we ought to get moving." He fished around in his back pocket and produced a blue and white handkerchief, and handed it to her. "Little wrinkled." He said, handing it to her. "Clean, though. Probably just keep it, when you're through." He allowed himself a tight, brief smile. "Be cheaper to get a new one than it will be washing all that blood out." He said, starting towards the bike.

Sal took the handkerchief and gave a nod before regretting the movement. The stinging pain was cutting deep, not only on her face but on her hands from blocking the shards of glass. "Thanks, Deck. Remind me to get you a new one when we're back home, consider it a thanks for having to give me a ride." She said as she mopped at the trickle of blood before holding it up to the cut. A brief thought passed her mind, and the woman turned away to shake out her hair, watching with mild disbelief at the tiny pieces of glass that fell to the dirt below. "Jesus Christ. Yeah, if I'm being honest, I'm pissed at Enzo too. He didn't exactly tell me about your guys' little visit to the Aphrodite." Her tone was one of restrained sarcasm and anger, and the woman followed behind Deck to sit behind him on his bike. She hated being left out of the loop, and this type of situation was exactly why. For now, Sal simply focused on keeping her head on straight. He was probably right to be concerned about her heart, because the insane spike of stress from being nearly shot and then stuck on the side of the road was making it do backflips and somersaults in her chest. Sal begrudgingly wrapped an arm around his midriff to stay upright on the bike, and if her hands shook, nobody needed to remark upon it.

"Bossman'll do as the Bossman does." Declan said, shrugging as he started the bike back up. "But I'll leave it up to you to chew him out. Doesn't seem like my place." He pulled out and around into the other lane as carefully as he could. Riding on the back of a bike could be tough if you two good hands and eight hours of sleep, couldn't be too easy with one wing and leaking blood like a faucet. He took a quick glance back, made sure she hadn't passed out on him. He realized he probably should have offered her the helmet in his saddle bag, but he guessed it was more important to get her to someone who knew what they were doing before she keeled over.

As they rode back toward the Aphrodite, he felt her hand shake. He considered asking if she was alright, but thought better of it and focused on the road.
 
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natalia romero

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me." Natalia offered a tight-lipped smile and took the bottle of gin from Clara's extended hand, letting out a soft laugh at her friend's sassy retort before wincing at the pain the sensation caused. Resting her shoulder was going to be an impossible feat, the Crimson Roses' leader couldn't sit still to save her life. Even on the odd day when things were quiet and she had nothing to do, Natalia couldn't just relax. If she wasn't doing something productive, she felt useless.

"No promises." Arkady knew her well enough to know she'd tear her wound back open by the end of the night, but she was experienced at bandaging her own wounds by now. Worst case, she'd have Clara help fix her up again.

She pressed her lips to the mouth of the glass bottle, taking a long swig and letting it burn as it crept down her throat to her stomach, as if it might burn away the physical and emotional pains eating away at her.

It didn't.

Even with her eyes focused on Arkady as he patched up her shoulder, Natalia could feel the heat of Danny's gaze boring into her. This was the Danny she had come to know in the last two years, cold and detached, as if she wasn't even worth his breath. As if he hadn't just panicked at the sight of her bleeding. She hated the way it made her feel, hated that he knew just how to get under her skin.

That was one of the many downsides of knowing someone for so long, you knew everything about them, even when you didn't know them anymore. Natalia knew Danny as well as she knew herself. She knew that he only ate with the tv on, but she couldn't tell you what his most recent favorite show was. She could probably rattle off every movie they'd seen as teenagers, but she had no idea what he'd been up to over the last two years.

Danny might claim not to recognize her anymore, but he knew her like the back of his hand, and she knew it too.

She took another long pull of the amber liquid before meeting his gaze, steeling her nerves as she explained. "My dad pissed off a lot of people in his day, and from what I've heard Enzo hasn't done any better." It wasn't exactly a shot at Enzo, it was simply the truth. Her brother had always been a hothead, shooting first and asking questions later. While both Romero siblings had a mean streak, Natalia's was much more calculated. Her brother's biggest downfall was his impulsive nature, and she knew it.

"The Ghost Rider's have been around for centuries now, they've got territory and resources everyone within a 50 mile radius of the strip wants, myself included." She admitted, swirling the near empty bottle in her hand as she thought. "But you can't take on the Ghost Riders' head on, the Grizzlys tried that and got their shit rocked." It had happened a few years ago, before her father had died. Anyone who tried to take Ghost territory was dealt with swiftly.

"I heard Enzo took some Los Calaveras suppliers right from under them, started taking over some of the Celts territory as well. You have plenty of enemies, but it seems you've pissed them off the most recently. We started dealing on Los Calaveras territory a few months back, and the Celts have a personal bone to pick with me." Maybe Natalia had put one of their lieutenants in the hospital for spilling a drink on her a few months ago, she'd been too drunk to remember the whole ordeal. She couldn't be certain of the exact details, but she was certain that they wanted to kick her ass.

She nodded to Arkady as he agreed with her, a hint of a smile peeking at the edge of her lips as she looked back at Danny. "Of course it make sense. No one could take you all out alone, and everyone knows what happened when I split from the Ghost Riders. So why not provoke us against each other? We're both competition, to each other and other gangs. Even if they only take out one of us, it's more territory for them."

Natalia rested her freshly dressed wound as she leaned back in her seat to watch as Arkady began working on Danny, her eyes closely following the doctor's careful hands as he patched the other man's wounds. Danny had always been just as stubborn as the Romero's, the three of them had probably been a nightmare for Leo as teenagers. Mateo had been the only one of them with any sense of reason, Natalia couldn't remember a single argument she'd ever had with her little brother. She could remember plenty between her and Enzo, however.

She didn't need Danny to believe her, but it would be a hell of a lot easier to deal with whoever was trying to kill her if she didn't have to worry about the Ghost Riders coming for her head as well. It would make the whole thing easier to work with them to, and though she wouldn't admit it she didn't want to see any of them get hurt. It wasn't like she needed Danny's approval, or at least that's what she told herself.

"I might be a traitor, but I'd never purposefully hurt you, Danny. Wouldn't want to waste Arkady's time." She stared at him as she drained the last of the bottle, letting her words hang like an extended olive branch in the tense air between them. "If you wanna prosecute me next, go ahead. But you've got bigger problems than me to worry about."



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The Ghost Rider's leader watched with baited breath as Lou and Declan surged forward, berating the speeding car with bullets and cutlasses alike. He stayed a little further back, taking shots when he could to take the heat off of the others. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the car swerve towards Deck, his bike skidding as Enzo drove past him.

The sound of exploding glass brought his attention to Sal's little red sports car next, the convertible swerving as more shots rang out. Panic gripped his chest like a boa constrictor wrapping itself around its prey, his chest tightening as he watched the car sputter and roll to the side of the road. That was two members down, two more than he would prefer.

His head swung between the sedan ahead of him and Declan's bike behind him. It wasn't easy to see with the rain dripping off his lashes and into his vision, but he could make out Declan's taillights on the shoulder. He was safe, albeit facing the wrong direction. It was impossible to see if Sal was alright as they drove further away, she was tough but Enzo wasn't sure she was quite bulletproof. He wasn't ready to find out.

Lou had fared better, but only because he was one of the most experienced riders in the club. It didn't seem possible, but Enzo felt even more enraged than before. He felt as if his blood had turned to molten lava, hot and ready to explode, ready to destroy everything in its wake. Nobody messed with the Ghost Rider's and got away with it.

Normally, Enzo would've chased the bastards right down the freeway without a care, but they were approaching heavy traffic which meant more ease for the sedan to slip away. They'd done their share of damage as well, he wasn't sure if anyone besides the driver was still alive in there. He called for Lou above the rumble of engines, ordering him to turn back. They needed to check on both Declan and Sal, in case either of them were hurt. He also had a responsibility to check on the injured back at the Aphrodite.

"Let's head back!" He called, fighting down every urge within him to say fuck it and hunt their attackers down, regardless of the risk. Enzo was of no use dead, and he was sure the Aphrodite was in chaos. They needed to regroup and reassess the situation, they could make these rats pay the price later, when they were more prepared.

Enzo watched intently as the black sedan weaved in and out of traffic, until he couldn't see it any longer. He had memorized the license plate for the most part, but something told him it wouldn't lead him anywhere. It seemed their best lead was back at the Aphrodite, maybe his little sister did know something after all.

He turned his bike around with one last look at where the sedan had disappeared, his jaw set firmly as he rode off back towards the Aphrodite. His hand clutched the gas a little tighter than necessary, his thoughts swirling in red as he realized he hadn't even bothered to check if anyone had died back there.

There was a small sense of relief as they caught up to Declan with a bloody Sal hanging onto him for dear life. The sight of the blood made his heart twist, but the pistol of a lawyer seemed like she would be fine as long as they got her back to Arkady. At least everyone on this side of the attack had made it out with only minor blood loss. He hoped he could say the same for those back at the Aphrodite.

Once again, Enzo found himself in the parking lot of his sister's club, a pit of dread gnawing at his stomach as he walked towards the entrance that was now littered with bullet holes. The door swung open to reveal what was left of the once busy club, Crimson Roses picking up the tossed furniture while others congregated by the back tables having what seemed to be a heated discussion.

His eyes swept across the club, spotting all three of the people he was looking for perched by the bar. Arkady already seemed to have his hands full, working on Danny while Natalia sat close to them, her left shoulder bandaged and her clothes bloodied. Danny's hands were covered in blood too, probably Nat's. While he might resent his sister, it didn't exactly feel good watching her bleed.

Matching hazel eyes met, both Romero siblings taking in a sharp breath as they prepared their next move. "What's the situation here?" Enzo asked, walking towards his sister as she stood up from the bar stool she was resting in, the discomfort clear on her face as she moved. Natalia had always handled pain better than he had, which made him worry about how bad her wound actually was.

"A few mild injuries, Arkady's been taking care of everyone. Our medic is on they way, but by the time they get here there won't be much work to do for them." Natalia explained, eyes scanning her brother for any injuries, relieved to see that he was bullet free. "I was just giving Danny the run down. I've got some documents I think you might like to see...if you'd be willing to hear us out." She offered, several pairs of eyes fixated on the two siblings, a gunfight just as likely an outcome as a truce was at this point.

"Fine. Gather everyone around then, we'll listen but you'd better have a good explanation." Enzo conceded, running a hand through his wind swept hair and walking the few steps it took to reach his second in command and medic. "Arkady, Sal needs to be looked at right away. Get situated over by Nat when you're done here and keep working."



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Arkady nodded as Natalia continued speaking, though he didn't look away from cleaning Danny's face and putting a butterfly bandage on the worst injury. "Not deep," he said into a pause in Nat's monologue. "It should heal up on its own in a bit."

He stepped away and looked over at the door as it opened and Enzo entered, the rest of the crew trailing behind him.

And Sal. Who was covered in blood. Arkady stared at her, barely processing what Enzo was saying until he finished up with the fact that Sal needed medical attention. Then he swung around to look at him, only just suppressing the urge to punch Enzo in his perfect white teeth.

"Enzo. Honey. What were you thinking, calling your lawyer with a heart condition to a gun fight?" Arkady asked. He peeled his gloves off, tucking them into each other methodically so that Danny's blood was folded up inside, and threw the wad to the ground. "Jesus Christ. You're lucky she's not dead." He pointed at Sal. "Sit the fuck down. You should have known better too." Arkady ran his hands through his hair. "You are all so stupid," he said. "I'm going outside to get my kit, because Sal is going to need stitches in her face, and then next person to piss me off is getting enough adrenaline to give an elephant a heart attack."

He didn't wait for a response from anyone before he pushed his way out to his bike to get his own, more aggressively stocked kit, though he did add, "Jesus FUCKING CHRIST," on his way out.
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Fallon walked out of the back room, the door swinging open rather suddenly and slamming against the wall beside her with a loud thud. ‘Great’ she thought. Her presence had been announced and she could feel the eyes burrow into her. Her mouth gaped as she peered around the room at over turned tables and a bloodied Natalia by the bar. She’d been too busy in one of the back rooms to even notice the chaos that had occurred in the club. She cleared her throat as she felt the leather of the member who’d been with her brush against her shoulder. Clearly too busy.

Lowering her head, she took what felt like a never-ending number of steps towards Natalia and the other members. What was she to say now, where was she when they needed the extra man power? They’d taken her in, given her a home and this, this is what she chose to do? Typical Fallon. She opened her mouth to speak as Arkady stormed out of the club, but nothing seemed to come out. She’d gone dry. She was never one to shy away but a feeling of intimidation had set into her bones. Seeing everyone there, Ghost Riders and Enzo included, the whole situation, it had caught her off guard. A lump slowly started to form in her throat.

In an attempt to get away she moved behind the bar ducking down scrounging around for any bottles that hadn’t been shattered by stray bullets. She grabbed the patron silver slowly creeping up from behind the bar as to avoid eye contact. She lined up a set of shot glasses on the bar-top before pouring them full with the clear liquid. Taking a rather long swig of the poison herself. The heat of it burned as it trickled down her throat and slamming into her stomach. She set the bottle down before looking around at the others. “Is anyone going to tell me what the hell happened here or what?” she asked finally able to conjure the words. Her tone was direct, with a lot more power in it than she had expected. Her breath quickly caught in her throat when she realized and quickly grabbed the bottle ducking back under the bar.

She crawled across the floor attempting to avoid the shattered glass as she gripped the bottle tightly between her teeth. Could she make her little escape before feeling the wrath? She sure would find out soon enough. She winced feeling small shards of glass scrape up the palms of her hands but it wasn't going to stop her. She had to get away from the foolery she made of herself in front of the people who mattered most, and others. Fallon quickly realized the length of the bar was coming to an end, she came to a halt leaning up against it before taking another long swig. What now?
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Arkady was an insufferable smart ass sometimes but he was good to keep around... you know.... for medical purposes..... no other reason. "Ha Ha, Very funny Moscow." Clara said taking another swing of the crisp gin, she grimaced as the burning liquid travelled down her throat. Clara sat next too Natalia gently feeding her gin and making sure her wound wasn't bleeding again. The slam of the door signalled the arrival of their darling drunkard Fallon and Clara stood up seeing the woman taking shots off the shattered bar. "Fallon, my darling." Clara said taking the shot glass from the girl and pouring herself a shot before throwing it back. "You really should be careful with how much you drink you know, you only get one liver you know." Clara must of sounded like a broken to Fallon who she often lectured about the amount of alcohol she consumed but then again Clara was no saint as she shook her tits and ass for a living.

Clara was a little unsteady on her feet now as the mixture of alcohol ran through her veins but when her phone buzzed from her pocket she immediately knew who it was. Clara looked down seeing a text from Ava's baby sitter and sighed, as much as she'd love to stay and here all the juicy gossip about who was trying to kill them all she had a daughter too look after. "Nat, I've got to go. Emergency." Clara said kissing her friends cheek. "I'll call you later okay?" The stripper said. Clara knew Nat would understand as 'emergency' was a code they used for Ava.

The white haired stripper headed to the back room where she collected her clothes not bothering to change, the alcohol had made her slightly unsteady and walking across a floor covered in glass wasn't the best idea, Clara used to wall for support as she managed to dodge the majority of the glass only gaining a few superficial injuries "See you later darlings!" Clara called before finally exiting the Aphrodite.

Once in the cool night air Clara slipped on her jacket, she spotted Arkady retrieving something from his bike "See you around Moscow." Clara said in passing as she was handed a helmet by Jake; her ride home. "Hopefully, that Enzo will grow some brains soon enough." She told Arkady as she clipped the helmet under her chin. "It sucks having a leader whose stupid right?" Clara continued as Jake put her bag away in storage. "I wouldn't know what that's like." Clara was smug, way too smug for her own good but Arkady always played along. "Anyway, toodles darling!" Clara said as Jake's bike roared too life and they drove off into the Las Vegas night.
 
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Danny raised an eyebrow as Arkady approached him, but he stayed still, letting the other man fix up his nose. As far as Danny was concerned, Arkady was a wizard, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little nervous whenever he was the patient who was left at the mercy of the doctor.

He didn’t interrupt Natalia as she spoke. Instead, he kept his eyes on the floor while Arkady stood in front of him, his brow furrowed. He knew that what she was saying made sense, and her story lined up with the history that he already knew.

Arkady placed the bandage on the bridge of his nose as Natalia made her last point, and Danny let himself flinch.

“I’d never purposefully hurt you, Danny.”

Then why are you so fucking good at it?

He gave a nod to Arkady to express his gratitude, and while he was relieved to be out from under the doctor’s hands, his jaw was still intent on clenching. He didn’t believe all of what Natalia was saying, but he’d determined that the majority of her monologue rang pretty true. It was just the matter of admitting it that he had a problem with.

He jumped down from his seat of the bar, and the thud of his boots was accompanied by the crunching of glass as he stood. He brushed imaginary dust from his arms as he wracked his brain for something to say that didn’t sound like a surrender.

“Alright, Nat—”

Before he could finish his thought, Enzo and the rest of the Ghost Riders burst into the club, effectively cutting off all conversation with their entrance. Danny’s eyes locked with Enzo’s, and his face pinched into a look that would tell his friend what he was thinking without it needing to be spelled out. The two had known each other long enough to know what a look like that meant.

Dude, what the fuck?

Enzo’s question hung in the air, and Danny felt his face redden as though he were caught doing something that he shouldn’t have. He flipped the collar of his jacket to hide the fact that he was pulling the fabric away from his neck, and he tilted his head back as though that would get rid of whatever was keeping his mouth from forming words. He leaned back against the bar again, hands in his pockets as he tried to retain an air of control.

Enzo pointed Arkady in Sal’s direction, which didn’t go over too well with the doctor. Arkady’s exit was a loud one, and Danny feigned as though he were biting back a smile. In truth, the scene was becoming overwhelming, and it was irritating enough to make him feel like he was trying to find a way to get everyone out of a burning building while his own pant leg was on fire.

“Listen, Enzo,” he said, raising his voice and turning his gaze to his leader. “Where did—?”

He was interrupted once again, but this time, the voice came from behind the bar. He turned, startled, as Fallon made her brief emergence before quickly disappearing again as she dropped to the floor. Danny stared at her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and annoyance, before he looked away, shaking his head.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he muttered, repeating Arkady’s words in the pause that followed Fallon’s question. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

At the same time that Clara was making her exit, Danny put a hand to his face and brought it down slowly. His patience was wearing thinner than usual these days, and interactions with the Crimson Roses rarely left him with any sense of peace.

“Enzo,” he said again, firmer this time, though with more exasperation. Once his hand had finished its descent down his face, he used it to gesture at Enzo as he addressed him. “Where are we at? What happened? Everyone’s good?”




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