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[Breakfeastclub]

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Brooke, Pike, and Hawk were finally able to catch up with Jason, Flash, and the Ghost Riders. She felt excited at the anticipation of getting her due retribution from the shootout. Brooke was livid that the Ghost Riders showed up unannounced. Because of their presence at the club, everyone was distracted and on high alert of the pending threat from Ghost Riders. And no one was able to foresee the events that followed.

But Brooke was in the chase, and she had to banish any thoughts that didn’t involve the pressing matters at hand. They had to stop them. Bullets start to ring out; this time, Brooke was prepared for this. And she waved in and out to avoid being hit by the onslaught of bullets. Brooke even managed to grab her firearm and let out a couple of shots to stop the vehicles ahead of them. However, to no avail, the trucks still advance on further towards the city. Brooke watched as the car and ghost rider bailed out due to the hail of bullets from the convoy.

Green eyes widened in disbelief as Brooke recognized Lou’s jacket amid a downpour of rain. It felt like old times riding with Lou. They got themselves in a lot of sticky situations. Although Brooke was once a part of the Ghost Rides, she only really dealt with Lou and the patch members he oversaw.

Focus…Focus Brooke berated herself. Now wasn’t the appropriate time to reminisce about the good ‘ole days. Trying not to break formation with the Crimson Roses as Brooke navigated through traffic. It became more and more apparent that the black SUV convoy was going to getaway. And once Enzo called out to Lou to head back. Brooke had no choice but to do the same; the CR wouldn’t be able to track and stop the convoy without the additional manpower of the GR.

Brooke felt deflated by the sudden realization that retribution she sought after would have to wait for another day. Brooke rode in the formation of a bird with the CR. Brooke was the bird’s head, and the men to her left and right were the wings; it was an excellent way to stay in communication with each other and watch out for each other. She weaved towards Pike and told him to head back, and Pike delivered the same message to the man that was next to him. Brooke then rode to her left towards Jason and told him to head back, and he told the man next to him. Brooke had told them she’d catch up with them later at the base.

Wanting to blow off some steam, Brooke took an extended ride. Finally, she made her way back to the clubhouse. Brooke spotted Clara leaving and parked her bike closer to the entrance. She was making her way past the GRs towards the bar. Brooke looked towards Natalia and shook her head. The headshake was an obvious indication that the chase wasn’t successful.

Brooke then moved and grabbed one of the shot glasses that were on the counter. The liquid burned as it went down. Slamming the shot glass down on the counter. Then looking around the club and at the damage that was caused to the Aphrodite. It would take some time for Brooke to feel at home here again. The security that this place provided was gone. However, Brooke was defiantly a self-interested person. The Crimson Roses was her home, along with the people in it. And she wasn’t just pissed because she was shot at but fellow comrades as well. Even though the ride she took helped tame the anger, seeing the state of this place was starting to upset her all over again. Brooke then reached for another shot off the counter and consumed it; it went down a little easier this time. Green eyes then navigated the bar area and the poor state it was in. She remembered the enormous amounts of shots she took here and the feeling of undeniable bliss until Fallon had to cut her off. Almost instantaneously, she member she hadn’t seen Fallon tonight.

Brooke spoke in a husky tone, “Where’s Fallon? She had a shift tonight---” Brooke paused mid-sentence as her eyes landed towards the end of the bar. Leaning over the countertop, she spotted Fallon. “Why are you on the floor!?”

 

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Declan hadn't expected the Aphrodite to become a calmer, more pleasant place in his absence. He might have been hoping for it, though. Chaos greeted him as he and Sal struggled into the club just ahead of Enzo and the others. Too many goddamn people. The crowd had thinned out somewhat, but not nearly enough for Declan's taste. He nodded to Danny as he walked in. He thought about greeting him out loud, but noticed his friend's proximity to Natalia and decided it would be better to not interrupt. Declan didn't understand all of the complexities of Dan and Nat's relationship. but he understood enough. He watched with some amusement as Arkady verbally unloaded at the assembled Ghost RIders. Declan didn't mind the yelling. He wasn't the medic's biggest fan, but it was a pretty fucked up situation. Declan wondered if it said anything about himself that he could keep himself level while being shot at, but lost his shit when he misplaced his lighter or pinched his finger while working on his bike. Probably, he decided.

Declan narrowed his eyes at the two Crimson Roses who emerged from a back room. He wasn't familiar with either of them by name, and the faces of the ones who hadn't been with the Ghost Riders were all sort of a blur to him. When the one demanded an explanation for the state of the bar, downed a few drinks, and then tried to hide behind the bar; Declan knew that one face, at least, would stick with him for a while. It was somehow the strangest thing he'd seen that night. He shook his head and withdrew his now-crumpled pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his jeans.

Ought to start keeping them in my kutte. He thought, grumbling as he lit the battered cigarette. When Enzo and Nat started talking, he drifted over to Lou. He scanned the rest of the bar, doing a quick headcount of the Ghosts. Seemed like everyone was still standing, but they'd just been victims of a drive-by shooting as well as the aggressors in an armed, high-speed chase.

"Should be getting a move on." He whispered to Lou. "With the quickness, I think." He took a drag off the cigarette and gestured at the front door. "Pigs'll be sniffing around." It wasn't as though he expected Lou to actually accelerate things at all. There was a meeting to be had, after all. He wasn't sure why he said anything. Normally he kept his many anxieties to himself. Normally, he wasn't this jumpy.

Normally don't get shot at. He thought, bitterly.

 

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It hadn't been a long drive back to the Aphrodite, but Sal spent it with her forehead pressed against the column of Deck's spine, willing her hands and heart to calm down. The precarious ride on the back of his bike didn't help much. Once they were on solid ground though, she was able to gather her wits and assess the situation.

"Sorry for the blood on your shirt. I'll send it to my dry cleaners."

She said with a sheepish look; it was supposed to be a bit of dry humor, but it fell flat in the dire moment they found themselves in. The entire front of the bar had been badly shot up, splinters of wood and shards of broken glass littering the dirt. With some help getting inside, the damage was even worse than the front. The group of folks inside was growing by the minute, and it was getting too crowded for her liking.

There was simply too much to focus on individually. There was Natalia with Dan, and a bloody bandage wrapped around her shoulder that made her eyebrows raise in concern. But Nat was a capable woman and she was still moving and breathing, and so that could be worried about later. A weighted stare turned her attention back to Arkady. His anger never made her flinch, while the others always tried to avoid his path of fury, but Sal knew that it was from a place of concern and frustration and she couldn't fault him for that. She simply gave him a grimace of a smile and a nod as he thundered outside. Bandages and stitches could wait. When her eyes fell upon Enzo, that anger from earlier made a return, and her face turned into a deep frown as she approached him like a cat stalking its prey.

In retrospect, she'd be a hypocrite if she judged Enzo too harshly. Sometimes it hurt to remember that she was simply meant to be the legal side of operations, but in that moment of hearing Enzo's phone call, she impulsively went headfirst into battle to fight for her family. And look where that got you. But her words were calm, collected, and harsh.

"So. I will preface this by saying that I love and care for you and this family, Enzo. But now, I will say this in Spanish, so you know just how fuckin' serious I am."

Sal said as she stood before the man with her arms crossed over her chest. The wound on her head wasn't openly bleeding anymore, handkerchief stuffed into her pocket, but before their leader she was a bloody force of nature.

"Siempre he mantenido a este club fuera de la mierda, pero sigues pensando con tus emociones y mira lo que pasó hoy! Con lo que estás haciendo, nuestros enemigos sabrán cómo matarte, mientras luchas con tu propia sangre."

At this, the woman grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look at her.

"No seas tan tonto! Los dos están portandose como niños malcriados! Tu padre estaría rodando en su tumba si viera esto."

With that, she shoved his face away from her, straightened her clothes, and sat at the bar.

The woman turned to Nat, the look of anger on her face abating a bit at the sight of her wounded. She loved Natalia like a sister, despite her stubborn nature.

"You okay, nena? Cops will be rolling up any minute now, so we'll be going out there to meet them. It'd be best to try and prevent them from coming in, so keep it neat. And we both need new shirts, we're a mess."

Sal said as she rubbed at her own chest absentmindedly. The thick scar from her heart surgery ran a clean line up her clavicle and to the hollow of her throat, and at that moment it felt like a heavy weight that kept her grounded. They were in deep shit, and dealing with the law was unavoidable at this point. Her damn car with bullets in it was still laying around on the side of the highway. There was a gun inside of her jacket. Half of them were fucked up in one way or another. There was a meeting to be had, yet her mind was running a mile a minute exploring the outcomes, and none were great. It'd be a miracle if they got out of this.

Translation: I've always kept this club out of shit, but you keep thinking with your emotions, and now look what happened today! With what you're doing, our enemies will know how to kill you, while you go and fight your own blood. Don't be such an idiot! You both are acting like bratty children! Your father would be rolling in his grave if he saw this.

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Arkady stalked over to his bike outside the Aphrodite and resisted the urge to kick it. Instead he thumped his fist on the padded seat and muttered, "Fucking morons." He leaned on the bike a moment, letting himself stew in his anger, before he sighed loudly and dug his kit out of the saddlebag at the back of his bike.

He was double checking that it was well stocked when Clara came out, a little tipsy from the gin, but wearing that shit eating grin she seemed to save just for him, that made his insides do interesting and anatomically improbable things. "Aw, you're leaving me alone with those idiots?" he asked. When she made the quip about Enzo's intelligence he wrinkled his nose. "Rub it in, why don't you." He watched her put the offered helmet on and added, "Safe trip." At least she wouldn't have to deal with the cops.

Arkady watched her disappear down the road on one of the Crimson Roses' bikes before sighing again and returning to the Aphrodite. He dropped his kit on the bar next to Sal and unzipped it.

"Before we do anything, I'm stitching that giant gash on your forehead," he said grumpily, pulling on his gloves. "Unless you think blood in your eyes is going to make a good impression on the cops."

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Before the Romero's could continue their conversation, Enzo was hit with a rather impassioned lecture from Arkady. It wasn't often that the light-hearted medic went off on him, but when he did it was usually over something stupid that Enzo deserved to be scolded for.

"Well, I didn't expect her to chase after them..." He mumbled, though Arkady was already gone. In hindsight, maybe he should have explained to Sal that he needed her at the bar, not getting shot at in her expensive sports car. It was possible that the medic was right, he did tend to rely on Sal to fix all of his messes. Though, usually he didn't call her to fix them with guns, but Sal was Sal.

The Ghost Rider's were her family, and she'd been getting her hands dirty for them long before she'd become a hot shot lawyer. That was why Enzo respected her so much, she was always willing to do whatever it took for her family. That's what it meant to be a Ghost Rider.

He was so distracted by Arkady's outburst that he barely even noticed the bartender crawling across the glass-ridden floor. Before he could even begin to process that one, it was Danny's turn to yell.

Normally, Danny was the more level-headed of the two. It was why Enzo hadn't hesitated to make him his second-in-command, he trusted him with his life and to keep him in line. Where Enzo was hot-headed and quick to act, Danny was cool and calculating.

It made Danny's exasperation with him even more frustrating.

"They got away. Deck and Lou got in a few good shots though, their car is torn to shreds. Not sure of any casualties on their end." He sighed, rubbing his temple as he looked towards the door, wondering if he should've kept going after them."Got their license plate, but I'm sure it's stolen. Unfortunately, I think Nat might be our best bet to track them down right now."

For a moment, as Enzo looked between his sister and his best friend, he was reminded of old times. And then, it was Sal's turn to berate him.

The oldest Romero had never quite picked up his mother's Spanish as easily as Natalia had, but he knew enough to understand that he was in deep shit with Sal. Being on the receiving end of the lawyer's sharp words was something that Enzo had feared most of his life.

Sal had always been like a big sister to the three Romero children, she'd always been a rolemodel to both he and Natalia, an example of what a strong person could accomplish. Though Enzo had been a bit of a rulebreaker as a kid, he'd always listened to Sal. There was nothing worse than seeing the disappointment in her eyes when he'd let her down.

It was the same look she was giving him now, hand clasped tightly around his jaw as she looked into his eyes, the anger unmistakable in her eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling like he was twelve years old again, being caught trying to steal his father's bike.

Enzo wasn't one to admit he was wrong, but with three of his most vital members yelling at him...maybe he had been wrong this time. This being in charge thing was hard, especially when the one person he'd thought would help him get through his first few years of leadership was actively trying to tear him down.

He wondered if Natalia knew how much he'd struggled since she left. Wondered if she ever thought about what a tight spot she'd put him in, how lost he was without both of his siblings. The Romero family had been strong for centuries, since the Ghost Rider's were founded they'd been a staple of Las Vegas, and now they were crumbling before his very eyes. He felt like a kid, standing in his father's shoes, just pretending to be in charge. There was a time when his family had made him feel secure and unstoppable, but now they were a weight dragging him further down.

It seemed that the Romero women were a little too good at leaving their family behind, and the men were left to die. It made Enzo wonder if his mother had been right when she'd claimed she couldn't watch Leo take their kids down this path, but blood didn't always make a family. Danny, Sal, Lou, Declan, and even Arkady. That was his real family.

"Let's deal with the cops first. Then, we can all discuss what to do next." He spoke, exhaling a long breath as he turned back to Danny. "Maybe you should take point on this one, I think I've pissed enough people off already."

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"heya sweetheart." Clara cooed to her sleeping daughter. "come on, time to go home." Clara spoke again gently stroking the girls cheek but the young girl simply cuddled in to her mother and Clara smiled gently stroking her hair for a few moments. "Mummy will carry you." the little ginger always got her way in the end. Even though Ava was a self-professed 'big girl' she still loved to be babied by her mother and Clara didn't have the heart to reject her daughters loving requests so she carefully picked up her sleepy daughter. "sorry for being late, here's an extra 10" Clara spoke to the college student who regularly looked after Ava while she was working.

the pair got home soon enough where Clara pulled off Ava's bright pink shoes which she had spent months begging for. "Come on sweetie, we need to wash up." Clara cooed once again and Ava surprisingly agreed. the mother and daughter made their way to their small bathroom where they spent plenty a morning laughing while getting ready for school/work. Clara ran a brush through Ava's bright red locks while the young girl brushed her teeth. "Mummy, You're working really late recently." Ava said in her signature tired voice. Clara kissed the top of Ava's head "The bank has me working a lot of extra hours recently, I'll hopefully be on a better schedule soon. Hopefully I'll be able to start picking you up from school again." Clara said as she helped Ava change into her pyjamas. "Okay." Ava said as they walked through to Ava's bedroom.

"Goodnight sweet pea." Clara said tucking her daughter into bed pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Stay for a bit." Ava said and Clara nodded as the two of them squeezed into the single bed. They told each other stories, shared laughter and talked about the great abyss. The conversation tired Ava out as soon she slept in her bed and Clara smiled tucking her daughter tightly in and switched on her dragon shaped night light. Clara made her way into the kitchen where she prepared Ava's lunch for tomorrow along with a few school things before she finally turned in herself.

As Clara lay in bed she gently scrolled through her phone before she finally sent a text to the crimson roses group chat "hope everything's okay, you know, despite the massive shoot out" Clara sent before gently turning over in bed and letting herself drift off to the land of hopes and dreams. It was surprising when Arkady appeared in her dream that night. ​

 

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Her eyes peered up cautiously over her head before realizing who was speaking. She noticed Clara’s sweet face before giving a sheepish grin. “You know…uh just doing inventory” she said nonchalantly. She quickly reached her hands up, her fingers wrapping around the end of the bar pulling herself up and stumbling back a bit before gaining her footing as she looked around. The alcohol had settled in at this point, no pain, no worry, nothing could stop her now.

She winced, a sharp pain extended from the inside her palms up her arms. Her palms were bloody, covered in little shards of glass. Her nose wrinkled as she picked a few of the larger ones out. “Calm down Danny boy” she uttered as she came around the bar towards the small first aid kit that sat on a stool by Sal.

“Sal, darling, you don’t look too hot” she muttered as she tried to scavenge through the kit for a tweezer of some sort. “Can someone give me a hand?” a chuckle escaped her lips as she put her hands in the air. “Pun intended.” Fallon was always one to try and lighten the mood around her. “Tough crowd tonight huh?” she scuffed.

A exhaled a deep breath looking up toward Enzo, her head tilted to one side. “Why so serious my pretty?” She booped his nose with her index finger. “Cheer up” she said. “You’re alive, your crew is safe. Where’s that cute little smile of yours.” She must have definitely had more alcohol than she’d thought.

She turned back to the kit staring at it, then her hands, then looked up at the others before reaching in. Luckily her fingers grappled the tweezer with her first try. “Thanks for the help” she said sarcastically as she propped up onto a barstool kicking her feet up onto the bar. The glass crunched under the heels of her boots as she pushed the bar stool back onto its back two legs balancing it steadily. She breathed heavily before placing the head of the tweezers to her palm. She was never good at doing this herself. Her eyes looked up almost pleadingly toward the others before picking out a shard of glass that lay under the surface of the skin. A long hiss escaped her pursed lips. “Mother f…”
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[a z u l a]

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natalia romero

Things were bound to be a mess after the split between the Ghost Riders, Enzo's lack of leadership skills was the reason Natalia had left in the first place. The additional stress of the split and her absence piled on top of Mateo's death was too much for her brother to handle, she figured it wasn't going to be long before the Ghost Riders started questioning Enzo's methods. She just didn't expect to have a front row seat to see it.

As Arkady stormed out the door, she bit back a small grin. Natalia and the medic had always been good friends, even after she'd left he didn't seem to resent her for her decision. He had also never been one to bite his tongue, and that was what she loved about him. He was always the kind of friend that would tell you when you were doing something stupid.

Someone Enzo needed around more than she did.

The sudden arrival of Fallon distracted her from her brother fumbling for a response to Arkady, one eyebrow raising as the bartender demanded an explanation. Fallon wasn't usually one to snap, but Natalia didn't mind. She liked all of her employees to be able to stand up for themselves, as long as they weren't disrespectful.

A soft chuckle left her lips as she watched Fallon crawl behind the bar, but before she could respond to her question, Clara was rushing out the door to take care of an Ava emergency. Of course, Natalia knew that the sassy blonde could handle herself, but she always worried about little Ava. She'd make sure to call Clara later to check in on the two of them.

Danny's stern voice pulled her attention back to the two men behind her, something he'd always been good at. She was always painfully aware whenever Danny or Enzo were near, the mere mention of their names made her stand a little stiffer. For once, Danny was giving Enzo the same frustrated look he often gave her. When he could even look at her, that was.

The two men stood facing each other, both of their expressions harsh and stormy. Enzo was like the lightening, flashy and most likely to set something on fire, whereas Danny was the thunder, you listened when he spoke and headed his warnings. Perhaps that made Natalia the rain, something the thunder and lightening didn't need during a desert heat storm.

At least Enzo listened to Danny, she thought as she watched her brother explain his actions to his deputy. Despite his own issues, Danny seemed to be the only one who could keep both the Romero children in line. For all his own flaws, he knew how to calm the ever building storm between the siblings, even with his own problems. There were few people who could get Enzo to actually think about his actions and their consequences, maybe it was best that Danny had stayed with the Ghost Riders after all.

Speaking of people who could knock some sense into her idiot brother, the raging wind that was Sal swept up her attention, along withe everyone else's. Sal was a powerful woman, and right now she was a hurricane. Natalia was surprised to see the lawyer, hadn't expected her to show up to the gun fight, and most definitely not covered in blood. It would've made her panic, if Sal wasn't so busy tearing Enzo's head off for the whole debacle of the highway chase.

It seemed even without her there, Enzo was still getting chewed out for his impulsive nature. Good.

A look from Brooke told her that what Enzo had said was right, whoever had shot up the bar was too far gone now to chase that lead. They didn't need to anyways, weeks of searching had given the Crimson Roses a pretty good idea of who was encroaching on their territory.

She didn't bother to hide the smile on her face as Sal sat beside her at the bar, it always brought Natalia great joy to watch Sal yell at people, especially Enzo. Both women regarded each other, each covered in blood and disheveled clothing. Nothing new, really.

"I'm fine, chica." Natalia offered Sal a tired smile, the adrenaline starting worn off finally and the full weight of the events of the last half hour hitting her hard. Dealing with her brother and the Ghost Riders was always exhausting, but this was a whole new level. At least, everyone had made it out okay this time.

"I've got a few spare shirts in my office." The younger woman stood from her seat at the bar, making sure she was steady on her feet before heading back to her office to grab Sal a fresh shirt and change herself. Making a mess was something Natalia was used to, whether it was drinks from the bar or blood, there was always something bound to spill on her shirt.

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After putting on a shirt that wasn't torn and making sure the blood was wiped off of her face, Natalia had returned to the bar room to help fix it up. She and Enzo had compromised, letting everyone else help clean up the bar while she and Sal dealt with the cops. It paid to have a few dirty cops paid off, they could write this off as a parking lot argument gone wrong since no one had gotten seriously injured.

With that settled, things had finally calmed enough to gather everyone for a hasty meeting. It was sure to be a mess, but really what wasn't with the Romero's. There'd been practically no communication between the two gangs for years, they'd only recently talked because of Mateo's death and even that was limited, it was certainly going to be difficult to have a meeting when there was no information exchange between them prior to this.

"So...we can all agree that we got shot at, on Crimson Rose territory, right? Which means, I didn't shoot myself in the shoulder for fun, which takes us off the table. I trust that you guys didn't shoot yourselves just to get at us either, which means no one in this room was involved. Everyone agrees there?" Natalia sighed, leaning against the bar as she looked out at the faces seated at the tables before her.

"Yeah, whatever. You're not guilty this time." Enzo brushed her off with a wave of his hand, looking disinterested as he stood beside her.

"You don't have to like us or the situation, but it would be easier to work together just to settle this. We've been looking into the Celts and Los Calaveras for a while now but haven't been able to get very far yet. The Ghost Riders and the Crimson Roses have a territory and resources everyone else wants. Both of these gangs already have problems with us both, and we've noticed an increase in their activity." Natalia explained, watching the members of both gangs to gauge their reaction.

"Is that something we can agree on?" Both leaders watched to see what the collective reaction would be. They'd been sworn enemies until now, but something had changed tonight whether they liked it or not.

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Danny didn’t speak Spanish.

Luckily for him, however, he didn’t need to. Sal’s tirade required no translation.

He could feel his muscles uncoil while Enzo filled the rest of the group in on what had happened while they were away. A sharp pain throbbed behind his eyes as the tension in his jaw released, and now that the adrenaline was filtering out of his body, he was left feeling fuzzy, almost as though he were hungover.

He resisted the urge to rub his temples as Sal ripped into Enzo, though he couldn’t help but give a slight roll of his eyes and shake of his head. Danny knew that the Ghost Riders, although a biker gang, somewhat resembled a dysfunctional family. He found that reunions such as these stoked tensions, especially within the last couple of years. Although he loved his family, he couldn’t help but feel like he was stuck in the middle of the table on Thanksgiving at times, and he wasn’t a fan of being a witness to arguments such as these.

Sal stormed off, and Danny bit the inside of his cheek. His eyes followed her out, but he kept his mouth shut. Fallon seemed intent on providing some levity to the situation, and Danny might’ve been thankful for it if he were in a better mood. But he wasn’t, so he simply let out a long sigh through his nose in response. Maybe now was the time to defend Enzo, but his bitterness was still on his tongue, so he let it sit between his teeth.

"Maybe you should take point on this one, I think I've pissed enough people off already."

Danny raised an eyebrow, but he kept his arms crossed. He hated the idea. But he wasn’t one to admit something like that, so although he had to swallow hard to relieve the tightness in his throat, he simply shrugged, leaving Enzo’s statement acknowledged, but not accepted.

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After watching Enzo’s struggle earlier, Danny made sure to plant himself close to his friend once everyone regrouped. He had seated himself on one of the tables, and this time his legs were crossed in front of him, his knees resting on top of his boots.

He leaned back on his hands, tilting his head back and rolling it between his shoulders in a circle as Natalia said her piece. The place was a little more cleaned up by now, looking less like a crime scene and more like the remnants of what could've been the aftermath of a party that got a little too wild, albeit one with injuries. Danny had noted that Natalia had changed her shirt, so at least no one was covered in blood anymore.

Natalia was negotiating some agreement between the gangs, and Enzo seemed to be cooperative, at least begrudgingly. Danny could hardly stand it. He stared up at the ceiling to avoid glaring at Natalia, and he counted the bullet holes. He couldn’t think of anywhere that he wouldn’t rather be right now. He stifled a laugh as he counted the holes, as he realized that he was considering them as shots missed, rather than shots dodged. If he were to choose between standing in front of a firing squad or his ex-childhood friend, he figured that he’d likely find looking down the barrel of a rifle easier than meeting Natalia’s eyes—and less dangerous.

“Yeah, we can agree on that,” he said, his tone flat and cold. He shrugged, appearing unbothered, his mouth quirked as though he were bored and simply humoring her. “Pretty sure working together is the worst idea you’ve ever had, though.”

He straightened his posture, pushing himself upright. He rested his forearms on his knees, pulling his legs closer to his body as though he were folding himself tighter and smaller. He raised an eyebrow at Natalia, regarding her from a distance, the same way he had been for the last two years.

“The Riders and the Roses don’t mix,” he continued. “Which is something you obviously know, considering that you were the one that split them.”

He paused, biting back his venom.

You made your choice. You chose your side. Live with it.

“Whatever problem you have with the Celts or Los Calaveras is your own mess,” Danny said, glancing around the room. His gaze lingered on Enzo as his eyes swept through the group, and he prayed that his gang would have his back on this. He was pretty sure that they’d agree with him over Natalia, but he hadn't been too confident about anything as of late. “No reason to make things any messier. Good luck cleaning it up.”


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Kacey Rosaline Night​

”wtf just happened?”​

Panicked;Confused

The Aphrodite

Black jeans; white tank; leather jacket

Everyone

(Open to interact with anyone)

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The cab stops in front of The Aphrodite, hastily handing the driver the required cash, Kacey jumps out of the cab (not-so-gracefully), running into the bar Kacey could sense some shit had blown up even before opening the door, alongside the cryptic message she had got.
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A month ago Kacey had finished writing her latest book “The drowning voices“, it was a book focusing on a fictional protagonist ‘Brielle‘ who hears muffled voices at night, only to realise later those were voices of people who were ‘drowning’, every time a person drowned she would hear their struggling echos, the reason of their death? It was a brutal serial killer named ‘Lincoln’, the worst part being the fact that he was part of her past, how do u face your own blissful nightmares?
It’s the Starting of a series called ‘The Echo Trilogy’.

Kacey for the release of her book had gone for a Europe book tour, though she didn’t want to, she was afraid something would come up and she wouldn’t be there but Natalie convinced her to go along and that she would handle everything, though a few days later she had received a vague and peculiar message from an anonymous person that simply said “Time’s Up“, Kacey immediately tried calling Natalie realising this could be a potential threat, but Natalie wouldn’t pick up, when she tried contacting the other members even they wouldn’t answer her calls or texts, sensing something was wrong, she immediately booked the earliest flight and flew back home, reaching hours later, hoping things were alright.
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Pushing the door open Kacey sees the condition of the place, everybody was cleaning up the mess and sorting things back to normal, after taking a proper look, Kacey rushes into the back room,
”N-NATALIE!” she shouts, her ugly stutter turning up its head, she opens the door and falls in, catching herself before she fell and splattered herself on the ground she straightens up and analyses the scene in front of her.
Her eyes land on Natalie ”SHIT! I’m so sorry Nat i-“ her words are cut short when she notices the presence of Enzo and the other ghost riders, ever so slowly her face pales, she looks back at Natalie and sees her face contorted in a slight pinch of pain, her eyes held a strong sense of weariness, Kacey scans Natalie for any injury her eyes landing on her shoulder, “Wait! Nat did they fucking hurt you?, what’s e-even going on here? Why are they h-here?” Shutting her mouth and shaking her head Kacey takes a moment to calm herself down, quick as lightning, she changes her expression to a tired bored look, relaxing the corner of her eyes and framing her mouth into a emotionless frown, looking back up she looks everywhere searching for an explanation.

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mood: annoyed

enzo romero

Only a week after the disastrous meeting of tempers at the Aphrodite, more shots rang out in a driveby, this time on Ghost Rider territory. More than blood and property was lost this time, this time around the bastards had taken one of his men with a single shot. Enzo had been eating lunch when Danny rushed into his living room, there was still a dent in the drywall from where Enzo had flung his plate across the room. He'd get around to fixing the drywall after he put everyone of the culprits into their own grave.

Less than an hour after the funeral was over, the Ghost Rider's leader and second were once again walking into the Aphrodite. The moment they walked in, Natalia was there to greet them, as if she knew they would come crawling back. He hate that she knew, hate that she'd been right. It tore at a part deep inside him that he'd tried to suppress for years, the gnawing feeling that maybe Natalia was the better leader. Instead, he drown out that insecurity with rage, with anger and vengeance boiling in his blood.

Enzo, Danny, and Natalia had screamed at one another in the back room for over an hour. Halfway through their argument, Enzo knew he had lost, knew that Natalia was right and he was just yelling to let out his frustration, the overwhelming sense that control was slipping out of his hands. Eventually, Enzo took his sister's side and the two eventually coaxed Danny into an agreement, though a hesitant one.

This in-fighting wasn't going to do them any good, they could go to war over the rift between the Ghost Riders and the Crimson Roses later. Right now they needed to be a united front, to show whoever was messing with them that no one declared war on the Ghost Riders and walked away from it. They would work together for now, they had equal skin in the game and were bound to keep running into each other if they kept investigating separately. Perhaps it would strike fear into the hearts of their attackers, to see the rival gangs unite just to smite them out of existence.

Part of him hoped it might show Natalia that she needed to return to the Ghost Riders, needed to come home to her family.

The agreement had been that they would pair up in small teams, one Ghost and one Rose per pair, to ensure that neither gang was hiding anything from the other. Hopefully, they could all focus on finding their attackers and not end up turning on one another.

So now he was driving down the interstate with one of his sister's lackeys, Fallon or something, and he turned the music up to drown out the awkward silence lingering between them as he chewed on a toothpick quite aggressively. He hated this, not just working with a gang he didn't trust but trusting them with his own life. Even if Nat could be trusted, who was to say her whole crew was? He was sure plenty of them had vendetta's against him.

He tried not to think about it as they rolled into the city, the bright lights and tourist attractions nothing but background noise as they sped down the street. There was a club in the city that served as a neutral hangout for all the gangs, a no weapons kind of establishment, though that didn't mean shady deals didn't go down within it's walls. There would be at least a few people in there with information, whether Fallon could sweet talk it out of someone or he had to crack a few skulls to get it, they'd find what they were looking for.

He rolled to a slow stop, taking a quick moment to compose himself as he parked and looked towards the neon lights and constantly revolving door of people. This was a stupid idea, but Enzo didn't have a better one.

"You coming?" Enzo asked, spitting out the toothpick as smoothed his shirt and walked off towards the bar, not bothering to see if Fallon followed behind him.

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