Story is Done (Alex wrong aka Kenny)

(fix grammer and such)

Roco ‘The Rock’ Cross was the father of two kids called Benjamino aged 34 and Gino aged 23. He was born in small town of Blueberry in 1947. Since he was four, he was a bit different than other children his age. While they were playing Cowboys and Indians, he was more interested in bikes. He had around twenty toy-bikes, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy his needs because he always wanted something bigger and exciting. Finally, for his 12th birthday, his parents bought him a replica of Harley Davidson. He was the happiest kid in a world. He was only allowed to drive it around the house and in the streets nearby, but that did not affect his mood, he was the happiest kid in the world, until that one night when everybody was sleeping and no one was able to hear him. A burglar broke into the house and tried to steal some of their most precious items. Thought the burglar was not very smart, he had forgotten to bring a get-away vehicle, so the burglar stole his most precious item of all... He stole his bike. The police were on the scene next morning, but they were not able to collect a lot of evidence. The burglar has never been found – that was the critical moment for Roco. He cried for three days straight, all he could think about was his missing bike.

Roco’s childhood from then on was hard; all he could think about for years was that bike. When he was born, the earth was still recovering from the World War II. His family was poor so Roco had to work hard as a kid to earn some money for the essentials. Although he was sad because of his loss, he promised himself that one day, he would earn enough money to buy a brand new bike, this time a real bike.

When he was 24, he had saved up enough money to afford the bike he had always dreamed of, a Harley Davidson. After he had bought this bike he only wanted to do one thing in life, he wanted to join a Motorcycle club. Back in the day there were only few official Clubs with all their expensive things like their jackets, bikes, and nice Bars. He wanted to join the best of the best though, and everyone knew that he greatest Club in his town was the Bandidos – The Club was founded in 1966 in San Leon, Texas, later moved to Palomino Creek. Roco went to their place, but, he had one problem, one thing making him afraid of joining, Roco was afraid because he was black. Back in 1970’s, white people were extremely racists towards blacks, so Roco was scared for his life, but his will to join a Motorcycle Club motivated him to knock on that door and ask if he could join. They opened the door and let him in. The main room looked like a bar; everyone was smoking, it was stuffy, beer was everywhere, four people sitting on a table playing poker… Nobody was paying attention on Roco, until the leader introduced him. After that the room went silent, then a man pulled out a gun and shot at Roco, but luckily the man had a bit too much to drink that night and his aim was not the best, the bulled missed Roco. The leader managed to stop the man from firing again, but they were angry with the leader as he had let a black man enter their club, everybody began shouting and insulting Roco, after that Roco did not want to be in the club anymore so he just walked out. That accident made Roco feel terrible because he was black, but he kept living like he was. Soon after that, Roco got new neighbours from America and they were black Afro-Americans. Roco met them and he found out that they loved bikes too. After few weeks of chilling together, they decided to found a Motorcycle Club, a motorcycle club just for blacks. They called it Black Bandits Motorcycle Club, shortly called BBMC.
His father had a small house in a small town Montgomery with a small population of black people. He decided to move from Blueberry to Montgomery where it all started again, After the leader of white MC gang kicked him out of the club, he decided to start a faction with the money he collected for 24 years. In this faction were a variety of boxes with parts for the engine, tires, and a few boxes with a dangerous weapons. Eventually, after re-establishment the faction, black people with their bikes come to buy parts for their freeways. Slowly he began to meet friends in the streets who are living close to his faction. First he met Erick Wright, Ian Speed and Francis Pstone. A few weeks later he met Rick Williams who did not like to socialize as opposed to others. Because they were black people, they quickly became a very good friends. After a few weeks, and the camaraderie among them, they realized that their ancestors were motorcyclists in 1960 and that it all happened in this small town called "Montgomery". They hung out at local club "Cafe" where they enjoyed a cold and fresh beer, talked about the past of motorcycling and about their lifes. They sat on these bikes and began to circle the streets of Montgomery and tried to preserve the safety of their faction where they very often collected and repaired bikes. They started with drug and weapon trafficking that would later result in big danger, residents of Montgomery were safe but they had to pay the tax. The fee was about $500 a month, all the residents have to pay them. They became famous. More and more black people with bikes, started coming to buy parts for their bikes and to make friendships with other people. Since they began to trade with the weapon and drugs they meet more people from neighboring gangs. Connection between gangs wasnt bad until one moment. They decided to deliver a truck full of weapon for big money, instead the money there were only empty boxes. Because they beleived to us, they didnt checked the deliver at all. Everything went quickly, we took $1 million and returned in our city. After they learned of the horrific fraud, they decided to take revenge. They caught one of our member and beat him to death, so they sent a message through him that we will all end up like him, and that we will soon be destroyed. We didnt like that, and we were looking for some allies. Erick Wright knew some people, members of the notorious Los Santos gang called Marker Blocc Crips. He maintained friendly relationships with several members of the gang like Semi Mofujohn Steve Mofujohn Dean Kush and Diesel Mofujohn . MBC were black with headquarters in Los Santos - Market Mall. Erick and Diesel (one of the leaders of MBC) have known each other for a long time, he suggested a form of partnership or alliance between the two gangs wich got accepted right away. We sat in the chair at his club and started to talk about things on the streets of Los Santos. He explained some things about the major deal. He told us that the Grove Street Families allies with the Chinese mafia, They all dressed in suits but acted like gangsters.. Since we supported by MBC, we were not facing major problems from Grove Street or Black Hand triads. Beno’s friendship with Hector Guerrero, leader of the Mexican gang called Vatos Loco’s closed us another alliance. Often, we entered into a conflict with the street dealers that have been raised by other gang but everything went as expected. After some time, we robbed one of street dealers who had been a member of the East Side Piru gang, it was a sign to enter into conflict with them. They were street gang located in the East Side Los Santos, which did not like the motorcycle gang and did not like their dealers returning to the street without money in pocket. Their striving for revenge was enormous, and they decided to attack us the skate park when we were at least armed and ready. Several members of our gang were wounded and ended up in the hospital.Roco was severely wounded,he was lying in a Montgomery hospital.We often have visited him. After some time,he did not last long in bed, his death is knocked on his door - Roco had died. After his death, Benjamino took responsibility for Black Bandits MC - he came up with a way to take revenge on whoever killed him. In a local bar "Cafe" Gino told him not to do that ,that would lead to greater conflict with the MC. He did not listen,he just thought of one thing "the revenge." We started slowly go into their turf, killing thier dealers and sending them back with broken bones and looted, with a message "that they will end up like this." One day, we gathered in front of the warehouse which he built, we have decided to attack the East Side Piru. We got the MP5's - Beno decided to solve it short. We started off slow, driving towards the street in anger, guns were reloaded and ready to shoot - after our arrival, members of ESP us just looked at us - passangers got up and started to drive by the members of ESP - These bullets ruled all who were in that moment . We left the road and returned to the warehouse.We later went to the hill and buried all the weapon with which we attacked ESP. Police were trying for months to find out who did it, but it was all in vain until one surviving members decided to say what has happened in the streets. Police switched doubt on us. We were frequently observed in front of our clubhouse. Many of our members have been investigated, but since they were loyal members said nothing again to no avail. We thought we were never caught but not until one day when they caught our member on the street selling drugs - after serious Threat of police and punishment, he decided to say some things that happened then. From that moment we enter in conflict with the Montgomery Sheriff police. Until today no one has been arrested, we are hiding under false names, nicks, and other identities that the police dont know. Montgomery from the silent city, became very violent city surrounded by Black Bandits MC.

Someone fix grammer and stuff lol

Thanks to OG.
Fix grammar and post it up... ONE SLOT OPEN!
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