6 Years have passed. Im now 19, waiting for my college responses. Angel joined The Mayans Motorcycle Club. He only comes when Ezekiel tells him to check up on me or just surprise visits. Ezekiel, still in jail. We would write letters about me applying to UCLA for college. My father started calling me Marisol again, he talks to my mother. Its sad. Im barely hanging on.

"You got mail." Angel said as he gave me a letter. I stood up from my chair as i saw the top corner, UCLA. "What?"

"Its UCLA." Angel got near me.

"Open it!" I tear open the letter and started to read.

"Dear Marisol Reyes, we're gladly to announce that you're accepted-" i screamed of happiness. Angel hugged me tight and spun me around.

"No fucking way!" My dad came in.

"Que paso?" I wiped my tears away.

"I got in papi." I showed him the letter. He hugged me.

"Im so proud of you." I was excited.

"I have to call Ezekiel!" I ran up the stairs and dialed the number of the prison. I did everything they asked and i was waiting.

"Hello?" I heard Ezekiel's voice.

"Ez?" I said.

"Marisol!" He laughed. "What happened?"

"We did it big brother." I cried. "I got in."

"Please dont tell me you're joking with me."

"Im not."

"Holy shit Marisol! You did it!" I smiled. "You fucking did it!"

"No Ez, we did it. We fucking did it." I couldn't stop smiling. Tears of happiness came in.

"You gonna be the greatest painter out in Cali!" He smiled. "I wish i was there to hug you."

"I wish to hermano." The line cut.

"If you wish to continue, please pay 4 dollars." The stupid robot said. I hung up. I got sad. Ez aint here to celebrate. I couldn't see him for a year since the police suspended my license and i got no way into the prison to visit.

"Roberto is here!" Angel yelled. I ran downstairs to see Angel blocking Roberto's way.  Angel gave him the ojo. Robert was about the same height of Angel, one thing Angel hated, hes older than me by 4 years, another thing Angel hated. Roberto saw my face.

"Shut up!" I nodded my head and gave each a hug. I closed the door behind me and we sat on the porch. "You got in!"

"I can be a artist." I laughed.

"We get to see each other more." He nudged. I rolled my eyes. I looked at his car saw someone in there. "Marisol wait."

"Seriously! You're such a dick." I walked out to his car and pulled out his side bitch. I dropped her to the ground. Angel and my father came out. "Hija de su puta madre!" I yelled out. I started to beat her up. I got up to see Roberto, i grabbed him by shirt and slapped him. "Its fucking over!" Angel pushed me back. Angel got angry.

"You piece of shit!" He raised his fist and Roberto and the girl got in his car and drove off. I stormed off into the house. "Give me the word, I'll get-"

"No need, he got what he deserved." I rinsed off the blood i had on my fist.

"Marisol-" my dad grabbed my arm. "You did what you had to do." I walked away. The sun started to set. I sat down on the porch again and smoked a cigarette. Angel came and sat next to me. He handed me a beer.

"Dads gone." I grabbed one and drank it. "I didnt like him you know." I took a sip.

"Neither did dad." I laughed. I looked up. "Such a dick. What did i even see in him."

"At least you know you ain't gonna be married to him." He smiled.

"Ill salute to that." We clank our bottles together.

"Tomorrow imma take you to meet the gang." I looked at him. "Shut up."

"I mean wow, about time. After all this years, I finally get to see the gang."

"Bishop wants to meet you."

"I hope you said good things about me."

"Nah, i said you some type of druggie." I punched his arm. "But really, i said good things. I did. I never shut up about you."

"Oh please, im blushing." We laughed. "Anyone i need to be on the look out?"

"Chucky, he's a talker."

"Not bad."

"Oh yeah." He put his arm around me. "Im proud of you hermanita."

"Thank you." he looked up to the sky. "Que estas pasando?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course." He looked at me.

"Its really fucked up."

"Try me." He told me that he was going behind the MC with a couple guys. I knew he need to tell someone since a broke down. Doesn't matter, im here for him. I pat his back, telling him, if he needs me, im there and their secret is  safe with me.

Next Day

I woke early and got dressed. Nothing too fancy. I straighten my hair and waited for Angel to come. I saw his bike outside less than 2 minutes. I went out and i put on the helmet and we drove. I laid back and felt the wind going through my hair. We made it a salvage yard. A man with a prosthetic hands opened the doors and we got in. Angel parked and we got off.

"Oh boy." Angel said. The man with the prosthetic arm came up to us. "Hey Chucky."

"Hola Angel." He wasn't Hispanic, the accent was hispanic like.

"Chucky, my little sister, Marisol, Marisol, Chucky." We shook hands and smiled.

"You're very pretty Marisol." I smiled.

"Thanks Chucky." Angel coughed.

"Back off Chucky. Go back to work." He nodded and left.

"You didnt have to be rude."

"Its Chucky." I saw two men walking inside a house. One was fat, and the other was skinny. They were covered on tattoos of course. "Come on, time to meet everyone." I crossed my arms and we went inside. I stop as I saw every man looking at me. "This is my hermanita, Marisol." Angel paused. "If one of you sick putos touch her imma kill you." Everyone came up and shook my hand.

"Hey." I said to every man. Three men came up.

"Marisol, this is Bishop, Riz and Taza."

"Hola." I said. I was getting awkward. It was just a place of older men.

"Im Bishop, its nice to finally meet you. Angel here never stops talking about you." I looked at Angel.

"Told you."

"Good things i hope."

"He said you were a soccer player in highschool, you got in UCLA, and you want to be an artist." Bishop said.

"Yeah. Im a huge soccer fan." I saw someone staring at me. I looked back and it was the skinny guy i saw outside. These men like to talk. They kept telling me stories about Angel.

"You're an artist right?" Gilly asked.

"You can say that." He rolled up his sleeve.

"Give me tattoo." I looked at Angel. We walked to where they had the equipment. "Surprise me." I decided to draw a skull, easy and quick. Once i was done, Gilly fell in love with it. "Chica has talent."

"Welcome to the Mayans." Bishop said as he shook my hand. "You're welcome anytime." Angel put his hands on my shoulders.

"Thanks." I smiled. The men started to drink. All night long they were talking up a storm. They were actually nice. I sat next to Angel. I looked back to see the same guy looking at me. "Whats his problem?" I asked Angel.

"Coco? You met him once, you probably don't remember him, but nah, leave him. He get flustered when a girl comes. Hes like that." I took a sip of my beer as Coco and I looked at each other. "Hes cool, he chill." I nodded and went back to the talk we had with Bishop.