"I swear I can't do anything right!" Joey Park mumbled under his breath as he walked out of the MEPS center. He had just finished undergoing his physical to join the Marines and had been promptly rejected; slight curvature of the spine that might prevent him of carrying equipment etc. Now what the hell was he supposed to do with himself? School was definitely out of the question, he hated school. The military had been his only option and now that wasn't even possible. He supposed that his aunt Venus would be happy he wouldn't be going away; she'd been supportive but Joey could tell she was terrified at the prospect. 'Well Aunt Venus you don't have to worry anymore.' He thought to himself as he opened the door to the car he borrowed from Gerry. His stomach churned when he thought about his caretaker. Gerry had been a Marine and was still very much engrossed in anything military.
Joey hated to disappoint him after everything he and his wife Laurie had done for him. It was because of them and their two kids that he been so happy of late. For the first time in his life he felt like he was a part of a real family…but mostly he felt like he finally had a father. That was all that he wanted growing up. His mom did the best she could, he knew that. Just wasn't the same as having what his friends had; both parents, siblings.
The closest Joey had come to a second parent was Aunt Venus; sometimes he wished that she…well no point in wishing that. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat. Maybe he would just sit here until he came up with a new plan for his shitty life.
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"How long are we supposed to sit here and wait?" T.O. rolled his eyes in annoyance as he leaned against his motorcycle. The Sons had arrived at the Mayans bar about forty-five minutes before and were told by the female bartender that Alvarez had left but should be back soon.
"As long as it takes," Chibbs lit up a cigarette and looked over to Tig who stood beside him. He was trying for the tenth time to call the man of the hour.
"Now his fuckin cell is going straight to voicemail!" He closed the flip phone loudly and stuffed it in his pocket.
"I think Tyler's right, he's cut a deal with yellow and the only question is what to do now? Cause we're outmanned and we're sure as shit outgunned!" Happy crossed his arms and looked around at his brothers.
"He's right, Chibbs. Shits about to go down in Oakland and I guarantee you it's gonna bleed into Charming. We can't do another war, brother. I mean we're not even close to whole from the last one. I hate to say it but maybe we should stay out of it." Tig added.
"If this new alliance is real war is our only option, say we sit back and let this happen you think Ryu will stop with the Niners…no, I guarantee Samcro will be next!"
"What about calling in the other chapters?" T. O. wondered aloud.
"More bodies help but we still need weapons, do you know of another gun source that the rest of us don't?" Happy waited for a response but the newest member had none to offer.
"Well, well look who decided to show up." Chibbs gaze fell on Alvarez and four of his crew who were riding towards the bar. Sons stood quiet as Alvarez and the other Mayans parked and dismounted their bikes and walked towards them.
"So, why did you wanna meet?" Alvarez came to stand toe to toe with Chibbs. He'd always liked the Scottish prick; it was a shame that they would most likely be on opposite sides from here on out. Chibbs smirked and crossed his arms, so this is how this brown bastard was going to play it well he was game.
"Cut the shite, you know why!"
"Do I, ese?" Alvarez crossed his arms.
"We had an agreement!"
"Not following, Scottie." Alvarez feigned ignorance.
"One of Tyler's corners he took from Lin got hit last night; witnesses are saying it was the Chinese who killed his guys." Happy grimaced.
"Well…what can I say I'm sorry for Tyler's loss?" Alvarez retorted.
"Are you really trying to play dumb?" T.O. questioned.
"I just have one question, why?" Chibbs wasn't convinced that the Mayan president had willingly agreed to this new development in Oakland. Alvarez hated the Triads as much as the Sons and Niners did.
"Look I don't have a choice, it wasn't my call. Like it or not the Triads are reclaiming their territories in Oakland…" Alvarez shook his head.
"What do you mean it wasn't your call, who you takin orders from?" Tig was very interested now. Alvarez looked behind him at his vice-president who nodded in some silent agreement.
"This isn't what I wanted; I fuckin hate those slant eyed puto's; but like I said it's out of my hands. Just stay out of it, this has nothing to do with the Sons…that's the best advice I can give you, carnale." With that said Alvarez turned and headed inside of his bar with his crew in tow. As soon as they were alone again Tig looked to Chibbs, "Who the hell could be giving the Mayan Presidente marching orders?"
"Whoever it is must have something big to hold over his head, I mean come on he's no pushover." Happy added.
"Who would benefit from an alliance with the Triads; and who has the power to crush the Mayans if they don't go along with it?" Chibbs wondered aloud already knowing the answer. There was a brief silence.
"The Irish…" Tig whispered. "That's gotta be it."
"Call Conner!" Chibbs ordered.