Dean Stevens: The Family I Never Had
I remember the days when I would drive around the city looking for work... whether it was legal or not... anything to make a quick buck really. It was either that or fishing. I didn’t care where the money came from and I didn’t care who I hurt to get it. I just wanted to make it in the world and it seems I was going to stop at nothing to get there.
Those days are long gone and since then I'm a changed man. Money doesn’t mean shit to me anymore, its simply just some green paper that everyone wants to chase, like a carrot on a stick. I don’t want to chase money - and hurting people was never really my thing anyway.
On my way back from Paleto one day, I drove by The Diablos MC who was in the on-coming lane of Senora Road and they immediately caught my attention. Seeing so many bikes dominate a lane like that, in formation too! I had to pull over to watch my rear-view mirrors as they continued to head up the road to the party I had just left from. Had I stayed for another 30 seconds I would have met these guys face-to-face, it could have started from there. However, I continued on and I drove home and eventually got into bed. The unforgettable sight of those bikers never left my mind.
A Couple of days later I found myself a job at the Downtown Cab Co (DCC). I started running cabs to and from every corner of Los Santos, making bank. My good friend Mathew had been working there for a while now and he knew the staff working there a lot better than I did.
I told Mathew about my unforgettable memory of seeing The Diablos MC, not knowing who they were at the time, and how they stood out to me looking powerful with the formation of bikers just simply riding to an event... I mentioned to him that I wanted to meet these people and become a member. Mathew found President, Charlie Rellet, who also works at the DCC and he put in a good word for me to the club, having said he wanted to be a part of the club himself of course.
Before I knew it, I was in the clothing store, buying myself a leather cut for the Diablos meeting I was about to have in their temporary boardroom. I got myself a kick-ass bike over at the Vespucci Vehicle Market (also nicknamed “High End”) and it was maxed out for about fifty grand, The NightBlade. I changed how the bike looked over at Los Santos Customs to make the bike match the DMC colours, ready for the meeting and the ride after that... This is what my bike looks like today.
Nice right?
To be continued...
Deano
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Diablos Forever, Forever Diablos