A.N.: I don't own Mayans MC or any of Kurt Sutter's characters.


Leticia's P.O.V.

It had been eight months and she hadn't gotten anywhere. She had spent weeks at a time away from home jumping from party to party, anywhere that needed entertainment, looking for some sign of Johnny. She even spent an entire month at the Indian Casino. They always had work for what Ronnie called the higher end pussy. Thankfully she fell into this category, parties and call clients were a lot less aggressive than the truckers her mom had to deal with regularly.

Either her brother was dead, still in jail, or had absolutely zero friends. She had literally asked everyone about him. Every girl she worked with and every John that seemed close to Johnny's age group and said they were from Santo Padre, but no one had any idea who Johnny Cruz was let alone where he was. Maybe it was a lost cause….

'Maybe he got smart and got the fuck out of here…' she thought.

She had just gotten paid out by Ronnie for the weekend. She spent three days entertaining some business men from Mexico with her friend Mariana and they had made much more than either was expecting. Ronnie was happy with them, thus she had $350 extra dollars in her wallet and she was looking to spend it. She didn't really have money to blow on useless things usually so when she did instead of buying material things she spent money on making herself feel like a human being. She would get her hair cut, or her nails done, once she even got a massage. She pulled a white sundress from her closet that showed off her assets while still being classy. It was warm still even though it was January, she would only need a denim jacket to not catch a chill. She was thankful Celia hadn't thrown all her stuff out or changed the locks while she had been away.

She had nothing scheduled until tonight, Mondays were slow, so she thought spending a few hours getting her nails and toes done would be heavenly. She made sure to look presentable whenever she went into the nail salon she liked the best. It wasn't your average barrio salon. This was a white lady place, with cute little bath bombs, and gel polish. This was how she spent money indulgently. Pretending to be someone other people cared about in front of strangers even for just a few hours. She would enjoy looking the part until she had to slide back into skin tight jeans and a barely there crop top with trashy lingerie underneath.

"UGH! Why I have to look like a naca on my dates I will never understand..." She groused to herself.

Once she arrived she chose the most deluxe pedicure the salon offered. It was over an hour long, part of the fun was gossiping to all the güeras about her wonderful pretend life, and her wonderful pretend family while they reciprocated. She loved smiling at all the ladies sitting in chairs next to her while making comments on the discussions they were having among themselves.

By the time her toes had a pretty light blue polish painted on them she had made fast friends with a girl in her late 20's named Tina sitting two chairs down. Tina had inquired about Leticia's job and Leticia gave the same answer she always gave to white women.

"I work in PR!" She intoned with a smile. Leticia supposed in a way she did. Like in PR she managed an image that sold exactly what she wanted to the highest paying customer. She never specified that she really worked in personal relations not public relations but güeras never seemed to ask for more details.

"Oh that is so interesting. Have you ever done any work in LA? I have always wanted to go to LA but I've been stuck here since I was 18. I married my boyfriend right out of high school and he is a Marine. We landed here because it was cheaper than living in San Diego."

'Hmm...she has been here a long time. I wonder if she knows Johnny?' Leticia thought of a way to bring it up naturally without setting off alarm bells.

"I have spent some time in LA. I am in San Diego now though. I actually came to Santo Padre because I'm looking for my brother. We lost touch a long time ago and I heard from a friend he lives here now. So I thought I would come over and check it out."

"Oh have you tried his work?" Tina commented absentmindedly.

"No, I actually have no idea where he works. It's crazy I know but literally the only things I know about him are that he is 32 and has lived in Santo Padre his whole life. We didn't grow up together but I've always wanted to know him. I thought now, with my aunt being so sick, would be the perfect time to reconnect."

Tina turned to her and cocked her head. "Oh, that is basically nothing to go on. Where are you even supposed to start?"

Leticia turned away and rolled her eyes before turning back and smiling broadly. "Honestly, I don't know. I've just been asking everyone I've met here if they know Johnny but that hasn't seemed to turn up any leads. I'm starting to think he has moved away, which is so sad. I was really hoping to find him before our aunt passes away. Johnny was always her favorite but when he went to live with his dad and we moved to San Diego our whole family lost touch with him."

'What bullshit…' Leticia thought. 'Honestly, I should win an Oscar if I can make this güera believe I am anything but a naca from Santo Padre.'

Tina's eyes shot to hers. She seemed surprised. "You said your brother's name is Johnny?"

"Yes, Johnny Cruz."

"Your brother is Coco Cruz?!" Tina's faced morphed into utter disgust.

"I'm sorry?" Leticia questioned.

'Who the fuck is Coco Cruz?' She thought to herself.

"Look Leti...can I call you Leti by the way?... I know exactly who your brother is and let me tell you, your family should be glad you lost touch so long ago. My husband served in the Marines with your brother, if he is your brother. I totally get that when you're in the sand and the heat boys will be boys yada yada yada but Coco is foul."

"Wait...you know Johnny...you're sure?" Leticia asked caught off guard. She was so surprised she completely let the Leti thing slide.

"Well I know of a Johnny Cruz hopefully you aren't related but now that I look at you, you do somewhat resemble each other, I can never really tell with Latins though. Anyway, your brother is a thug, like literally. In fact, I am pretty positive he is in a gang. The one time my husband had his Marine buddies over Coco spent the entire time talking about hookers, drugs and motorcycles. We never asked him over again."

'You racist bitch...all latin people look alike?.'

'DO NOT slap her Leticia...don't, don't, don't do it. She could give you something else…'

Jesus Christ she was talking herself down now. Maybe she was going crazy...fuck...maybe she already was a little bit.

She put on her best aghast face. "Oh no! Are you serious? He is in a gang? Maybe he needs more support and has hit a rough patch in life. Do you know how to get a hold of him?" Leticia pretended to crack her voice, as though she might cry.

"Oh honey, I don't think so. The motorcycle gang here isn't like your average street gang. I think you have to be really bad to end up in it. Either way I have no idea how to contact him and I doubt, after I forbid my husband from ever seeing him again, that my husband knows either."

"Girl! Girl you done. Your nail done." Leticia looked away from Tina to her nail tech and then down at her nails. The color matched that of a clear blue sky on a sunny day.

'Fitting…' She thought, 'I would find him out of the clear blue where I least expected to.'


Ezekiel's P.O.V.

The day had finally come for EZ to be introduced to the MC. It had taken a few months to negotiate his release, it seemed getting KJ's boss to agree to conditions wasn't "part of the original plan... and he didn't like having to bend when he didn't think he had to..." or at least that's what KJ said. Then it had taken a few more months to convince his brother that the MC was his future.

There had been a lot of arguing over the matter…

'The golden boy has finally come back down to earth?' 'What makes you think the MC could use a book nerd?' 'Nah man you need to get out of here and go to school.'

EZ had answered all of these comments with the fact that he...

'Owed the MC...' 'The MC was the closest thing he had to family over the past 7 and a half years and he wanted to feel like he was a part of something.''He didn't want to be on the outside of life anymore, the outside of family.' 'He was smart but the lifers had used those smarts to their advantage and he knew he could do the same for the MC on the outside.'

All these things were true at their root. He hadn't necessarily misled his brother...It had taken 11 weeks for his brother to finally agree to introduce him and 3 more weeks before the club had time to meet him. In that time he had asked Angel to fill him in on the brothers in the MC.

Bishop was at the head of the table. He was el presidente, he helped found the charter and he had the most sway. If Bishop said "jump", everyone else said "how high?". Then there was Taza the VP and another founding member of the charter. He had a bit of Mexican heritage but was almost all Apache and out of all the members was apparently the most ruthless with punishment. Tranq was the Sergeant at Arms he made sure the club was safe not only around the club house but concerning all the club's dealings. He was most likely looking into EZ with a fine tooth comb. Anyone interested in becoming a prospect would be vetted by Tranq. Riz was their secretary. He was in charge of all the record keeping for the club. This included licenses for both the repair shop outside the club house as well as the liquor license needed to sling the amount of alcohol inside the club house. Riz also had an on again off again thing with a Madam outside of town named Vicky. Vicky's house was apparently frequented often by the MC and in exchange for protection they were given free services. Of which Angel made it clear he wasn't allowed to indulge in until he was fully patched.

"No patch, you offer up the cash…" He recalled his brother laughing while informing him

Here Angel made a clear distinction, because while it seemed he respected the elder four the last officer of the MC... Angel clearly had issues with. EZ had a feeling it was leftover animosity from Creeper being offered the Road Captain title when Angel felt as though he himself were a better choice.

"When I found out I was honestly like...¿Neta?... I didn't get it man. He is from LA and he don't even speak Spanish! Plus he is dumb as shit. He had only been there like a year and a half longer than me!" Angel said as he shrugged.

Angel was a big guy. He stood well over 6'3 and, while leaner than EZ, still looked imposing. EZ could see how being passed over for someone half your size, and not as smart would be insulting if the job was making sure everything went right on the road no matter what you encountered.

The last three members were the younger generation according to Angel. Gilly and Coco were both loyal to the MC. More than that, they were Angel's friends. Gilly had a thing for tech, if it was on the cloud he could find it. He was clearly being groomed to be the MC's intelligence officer and according the Angel he was the most quiet of the three.

"Probably because Coco could talk enough for all three of us."

Coco was an ex Marine sharpshooter. He was invaluable to the club for that skill alone. He was in line to take over for Tranq and in a manner of speaking knew more about weaponry than almost all the members combined. The only downside to Coco, according to Angel, was that the desert had melted his brain a little bit. Coco was a little crazy, he could fly off the handle at nothing, and moved a mile a minute which made other people anxious if they didn't know him.

"Está loco, he will laugh at a joke one minute and flip a table over the next. He means well but the sand got him fucked up. I don't think he sleeps at night you know? Cause' of what he saw, so he just ain't all right in the head during the day."

So today EZ felt prepared. He knew the plan and he knew what to expect from each player. Angel was going to pick him up and they were going to head over to a party on the east side at some girl's house before going to the after hours party at the clubhouse. He heard Angel pull onto the block.

'Damn I forgot how loud bikes could be!'

There was honestly nothing better. The second he sat on his Softail after he got out of prison he thought bikes might be better than women. Maybe once he had experienced women again though he would change his mind. He shook his head to clear the thought as he stepped out onto the porch.

"¿Mira wey, estás listo?" Angel called to him from his bike. He clearly was trying to impress at this party. Dressed head to toe in black with steel toed boots and his Mayans cut.

'It looks like he spent an hour on his hair...'

"Si estoy listo. Te seguiré." EZ called back as he strapped his helmet on.

Half an hour later, and EZ had been well and truly ditched. He walked into the house party with his brother, Angel asked him to find some beers, and when he came back Angel had completely disappeared. Clearly there was only one reason they came here and Angel was currently exploring that reason.

'Mercedes, Marisol...Monica...maldita sea, I can't remember.'

He turned and headed towards an empty couch to wait his brother out.

'Another half hour...? He couldn't possibly take longer than that...? Jesus I better not be sitting her for two hours while Angel goes balls deep into random chocha...'

Before he could think on it more though, an arm shot out through the crowd and grabbed a handful of his t-shirt as if to root him to where he was standing.

"Hey! The guy you came with...he is a Mayan?"

EZ turned towards the stranger grabbing him and had to look almost straight down. He followed a sharp set of sky blue nails, up a gaunt little arm, to a face he immediately knew to be much younger than the beer in her hands led on.

"Are you one too?...You see I'm looking for someone. Maybe you could tell him to get in touch with me?" She began rambling frantically.

Before Ezekiel even realized what was happening she had grabbed a pen from her bag and was writing her number on his forearm. She grabbed his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world and brought it between both of hers.

"Seriously, mira this is important. Tell Coco, his baby sister is looking for him."

Ezekiel didn't have time to get one word out before a tall, rough looking Cholo with Dogwood Crew ink on his arms grabbed the girl by the shoulder.

"Leti you're done here. You have another client in 2 minutes, I already said to go meet him puta." With that he shoved her away from EZ and forced her down the hallway. Before she was shoved around the corner she turned back and looked EZ right in the eye. Her eyes said it all… Her eyes said "Please!"


Translations:

"...¿Neta?...": "...For Real?..."

"Está loco…": "He is crazy…"

"¿Mira wey, estás listo?": "Hey dude, you ready?"

"Si estoy listo. Te seguiré.": "Yeah I'm ready. I will follow you."

...maldita sea...: ...fuck it...