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CHAPTER 1
Ugh. What the fuck is life right now? Six months ago, my father decided to expand his custom car/bike empire into the Midwest and make the new location a corporate office. Sure, this is good for business, but what it means for my three brothers and me is that our lives are uprooted and moved. My older brothers don’t give a shit; they are all out of high school. For me, this is my senior year.
My name is Alejandro Luna, and I am eighteen years old. I have three brothers, Manuel (Manny jr.) Sebastian and Mateo. My parents are Manuel Sr. and Katherine Luna. My father used to be a part of an MC in our hometown of Miami. When my oldest brother was thirteen, my father left that life because he wanted more for us. Now, don’t misunderstand; a lot of those men were our uncles, so they were very much still a part of our lives, but with more distance.
My father owns Luna & Sons Customs with four shops in Florida, two in Chicago, four in California, and three in Georgia. He primarily fixes bikes for people, though lately, he has been venturing into interior custom work and replacing outer material with ballistic glass and armored steel.
The business was originally Luna and Sons when it was run by my Abuelo before he died. My father had a brother who was killed in a turf war five years before my Abuelo died, so when he passed, everything went to my father. His dream was always more than just a mechanic shop, but my grandpa was old school. He succeeded in doing that and then some. This new one, in Clover, Ohio, is going to be a corporate space which basically means not only will it be custom restoration and repairs, but it will also be a storage facility for people who want to store their bikes until they are ready to ride them. He has two more corporate stores in a couple of the states mentioned.
My parents brought this to us, telling us he needed to be here to get it up and running, but the truth is, he made this choice because Manny and Sebastian were getting into shit back home with the MC, and my dad was not having it. Mateo and I are more laid back, less about illegal shit and adrenaline, and more about ink. Yeah, my dad, brothers, and myself are covered in ink. Mine is just beginning since I just turned eighteen, but the other four are covered. People see us and assume we are a family of drug dealers or traffickers or something. Assumptions and shit. But, that couldn't be further from the truth.
