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Built from struggle. Bound by blood. Moved by music. was founded in early 2025, deep in the heart of East Los Santos, by two cousins - Lorenzo Graves, fresh out of Liberty City, and Martrel Greer, a local name who’d been grinding quietly in LS for years. __________________________________________________________________________________________ The whole concept behind is to uplift the Black Community, providing an outlet for raw talent, real stories, and a way off the streets - turning pain into purpose, and hustle into legacy.

“You don’t survive where I come from. You become the storm.” Los Santos thinks it knows Taha Bolton. It doesn’t. Born into the state system, parents gone before he could remember their names, Taha was saved from orphanage anonymity by John Bolton, a man as brutal as his reputation. John wasn’t a father. He was a warlord in leather: president of the Death Angels MC, cartel courier, bar-fight architect. In their cramped bungalow, the twin anthems were the clang of wrenches and the crack of knuckles. Taha learned fast: in this world, family meant loyalty. And loyalty cost blood. By sixteen he was more than a kid with grease under his nails. He was the club’s shadow, watching deals, standing guard, carrying messages. At eighteen, during a birthday thrown in his honor at the MC’s crimson-lit bar, the FBI stormed in. They cuffed John for double homicide. They tore the club to shreds. And they left Taha with two choices: fold or lead. He chose to lead. In the chaos that followed, Taha claimed the gavel. He patched the wounds of distrust, rallied the brothers, and resumed business the only way he knew: fast, cold, unflinching. But power breeds envy. When Grizzly John’s oldest friend, stole the safe and fled, Taha tracked him to a desert ghost town, met betrayal with vengeance, and left nothing but a corpse and a warning for anyone who dared cross him. Cartels noticed. The whispers of his ruthlessness drew Ernesto, MS13’s West Coast envoy, into his orbit. Money-laundering, muscle work, shadow jobs under neon skies, Taha played the game, walking the knife’s edge between empire and extinction. The heat grew unbearable. Feds on one side, cartels circling tighter on the other. So with Mia the only soul who ever pierced his armor he vanished. No patches, no trace, just rumors of a ghost in the wind. Now… He’s back. No MC. No alliances. No mercy. Los Santos owes him blood, and he’s ready to collect. “I didn’t ask for this life. But I earned it.”

Heat at the Door Work had been steady. Nothing big just a security gig for a local venue. Routine stuff, in and out, no heat. Taha was posted near the entrance, keeping an eye on the crowd, when his phone buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number at first. But the voice on the other end? Unmistakable. Doom. Jamaican. Solid. One of the few that held it down when Taha first came back to the city. And now he had merchandise on deck They split up clean. No heat on them but the exchange wasn’t finished. A few hours later, they linked again. This time, somewhere off the grid. No interruptions. No surprises. Just business. Like it was always meant to be...

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Southside Moves After linking with Chika, Taha knew it was time to expand his reach. Idlewood had eyes but the southside had doors worth knocking on. So he drove down, kept it respectful, and made quiet contact with a few locals in the barrio. No pressure, no frontin’. Just showing face. He didn’t push. He waited... A few days later, the call came through.

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Recruitment for the faction is done in-character, and you will be expected to follow the server rules while associating yourself with our image. Be respectful to those around you and dedicate yourself to your characters development within the faction. The aim of 38th Street is to create a realistic sureño environment in El Corona. The Discord is accessible for those who are interested in joining the faction, we're currently open to new members and encourage those who are looking for something fresh to try it out, if there are any questions feel free to contact @risen or connect to the Discord, where you can find some information about the faction and ask any questions you may have.

Crossed Paths Right after the gun deal, Taha stepped outside for some air. The block was quiet still, heavy. That’s when he noticed her. She was leaned up near the corner, watching the street like she’d been there a while. Confident. Calm. “You local?” she asked. “Just moving through,” he replied. The conversation was short, but sharp. She called herself Chika. Said she moved things. Mentioned knowing the right people, getting things done. Before leaving, she pulled out her phone. “Take my number. In case you ever got something to move.” Taha didn’t say much. Just saved it. They went their separate ways, no promises just a number in his phone and a thought in the back of his mind. Two days passed. Taha didn’t forget the conversation outside the trap and he didn’t forget the number. He sat on the edge of his bed, the city noise leaking through the cracked window, staring at his phone. Then he called. She picked up quick. “Didn’t think you’d actually call.” “Figured it was time,” he said. “You still around?” “Always. Where we meeting?” They picked a lowkey spot. Nothing loud. Just a neutral pull-up with no eyes. When Chika showed up, she didn’t waste time with small talk. Just business. Two people who move smart, feeling each other out. The real conversation was about to start.

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