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Los Santos Motorcycle Club

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Charlie Bankshot was down bad and for the first time in her life it had nothing to do with money. Giving up a life of crime when it was all she knew had been unbearable to her. DCC had been boring and MD was strict and stressful. So many rules and memorizing them all had worn her down...

Therapist, friend and new boss Kopi had helped where he could, but without him to leash her 24/7, she sat in a storm of temptations the moment he left her side. Pier cars left unlocked, her partners from her old life all having fun robbing banks, the simple delights of annoying cops by tap dancing on their cruisers- all were beyond her reach now. She couldn't even get in a fist fight anymore. And that all made her terribly sad. But her sorrows never surfaced- she hid them down in her belly to fester and brew into depression. 

She used to be able to go talk to her friends when she felt like this, and they would take her to do something fun. But she had no friends she could be seen with left. And that made her even more sorry for herself. She was a stranger to the legal world and an outcast in the criminal world, alone and surrounded by a shadow of her own making. 

But in the darkness, a red light of hope with a loud engine. 

She had just finished training at MD and was idling in her cab, listening to music and waiting for fares that would not come when a group of flashy bikes caught her eye. They were pretty and the people who surrounded them seemed friendly and well aquatinted. As there were no people needing rides anyway, Charlie flicked off her meter and went out to see what was going on. Was it a gang ready to cause trouble? Was it a protest? Was it something new and exciting?

It was a soup kitchen the motorcycle club was hosting.  Charlie had never seen such a kind gesture in all her life. Thoughts of these people giving a crazy show of gun violence to curb her boredom melted away and in its place, a seed of interest and curiosity.

Charlie made a show of herself by playfully moving around their condiments and an entire soup pot, but it was all to gauge reaction. They laughed at her antics and were both kind and polite, allowing her to still have something to eat after the fact.  The thought of them made her excited. 

They were like a gang. A gang with no violence, no police chases, no bank robbing, no weed picking. Legal. But a gang with friends, fun, drinking, gambling, driving, support and events. Family. A legal family. She laughed because the idea had never crossed her mind. 

She cautiously approached Ava, a face she knew, and whispered what she had said to hundreds of people in her criminal past.

"I want in." 
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Edited by JellyFaun
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