One day I was outside raking the yard when I heard a distinct roar in the distance. It drew my attention. A cloud of dust a mile or so from the house was clearly visible and was coming this way. A funny feeling knotted in my stomach. I knew what it was.
The sound grew louder as at least fifteen Harleys came into sight. As they got closer, I realized that it was the Asesinos, a terrifying and brutal Mexican motorcycle gang. They are known to deal in drugs and are involved in human trafficking especially in the s*x trade. I immediately knew their visit was not just a social call. As they got closer, I disappeared into the barn, avoiding them as long as possible.
They lined up in front of the barn and were greeted by Mike and Adam. That’s when I knew I was in trouble.
Carlos started yell
