#I fucking love Taza’s reaction

[mysoulisasunflower]

✨Best Idea Ever✨

Mayans MC | 1.4 "Bat/Zotz"

[darklydeliciousdesires]

From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Fifteen.

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Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Don’t touch the bird, he’s spicy,” Taza spoke, entering the office to find a man waiting about to reach for Charlie, pulling his hand away quickly. “C’mon, badass. Mama will be back in a minute.” He tapped his shoulder, Charlie hopping on.  

“Glasses!”

“Don’t you do it!” Taza warned, pointing a finger. Charlie had a habit of chewing the arms, or stealing them from off his face altogether. “Okay, how can I help?”  

“Got these from the weighbridge.” Handing over the slips of paper, Taza took them, entering the weights and metals, adding up what they were prepared to pay for each haul against current market values per tonne. The entire way through the transaction, he had to fend Charlie off from repeatedly making a dive for his sunglasses, taking off one of his rings in the end and giving it to him to play with, the guy on the other side of the counter very entertained by it. 

“Oh man, in light of the news about that poor kid hanging himself off the bridge, that’s made me laugh so much. He's awesome,” he chuckled, Charlie inspecting the silver ring in his grasp, muttering to himself. “Is he yours?”

“No, he belongs to the lovely young lady behind you.” He offered the cash across the counter, the man leaving just as Lily was re-entering, carrying with her coffees in one hand and a box of doughnuts in the other. “Did you go out and get those by yourself?” he asked, his face lighting up with pride.  

“I did, but I panicked so much on the way, I threw up in a trash can.” The local mini mart was only the three block walk away, but still, it was huge for Lily to have even thought about venturing out to it alone, Taza telling her as much. “Little steps, and no rushing, or the watch won’t tick.” she confirmed, opening the box up.  

He winked, taking a coffee and a doughnut, Charlie hopping from his shoulder to hers. “That’s the spirit, kid.” Taking his ring back from the insane bird he was very fond of, he left her to it, Lily entering the sale he’d just made and also putting down a few purchase invoices that had come through on email, enjoying her jelly doughnut while she did, Coco and Hank coming in to grab theirs after a few minutes.  

“Good morning, Feathers McEvil,” Hank said, nodding at Charlie and raising his coffee cup.  

“Fuck you.” It was the exact reaction he was expecting, being on Charlie’s blacklist. As were Gilly, EZ and Riz. Coco, on the other hand, he was good with, the man himself scratching his feathers, Charlie ambling onto his arm, Coco turning back to the door as he heard a bike pulling in. “Yo, I didn’t think your ole’ man was in until later?”

“He isn’t, why?” Lily asked, only half concentrating as she tapped on the computer.

“He just pulled up.”  

“Bro time!” Charlie announced, whistling happily, hissing at Hank when he took a wide berth to leave the office again. He was off Coco’s shoulder and onto Angel’s in a second, nuzzling his head under his chin and beginning to groom his beard, making little noises of delight.  

“You okay, man?” Coco asked, noticing Angel frowning.  

“I dunno. Can you give me and Lily a few minutes?”

He nodded, patting his arm and leaving, Angel closing the door behind him.  

“Hey honey, I didn’t expect you in this early?” Lily spoke as he walked towards the counter, placing Charlie back on his perch on the way and taking a seat beside her.  

“Yeah, I didn’t expect to be either. Look, there’s something I need to talk about you with,” he began, Lily turning to him with concern.

“What is it? You’ve gone a little pale.” She stroked his hair lovingly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, her hands resting on his thighs.  

He pulled his phone out, unlocking the screen. “I was reading about that kid who offed himself this morning, and ended up reading his suicide note,” he began.

She couldn’t help but interrupt. “That’s a little macabre, isn’t it?”

“True, guilty as charged, I guess. But, in me being curious, I discovered something in that suicide note. A confession he made, one of guilt, about...” He paused for breath, taking her hand and squeezing it. “About being paid to beat and rape an innocent woman.”  

Something cold and spiny licked her insides as his words penetrated, Lily feeling her heart begin to escalate. She nodded, pressing her lips together, closing her eyes and counting her breathing. In for six, out for six. It helped her when she felt like her lungs were closing out of panic. It had assisted earlier, when she’d been bent over the trash can, hurling up her eggs on toast. “Okay, and what, you want me to see if I recognise him? That’ll be tricky, since he was masked.”

“You said the guy who was reluctant spoke, about you choking on the gag. I’m wondering if you’ll recognise his voice, and his Instagram has a lot of videos where he’s speaking. I know it might be a long shot, that I could be putting two and two together and making thirty fucking eight, but it just struck something within me. If he felt bad about you enough to show reluctance, and pull the gag out of your mouth when he thought you were choking, those actions kinda fit with someone who would end up killing himself over that, as well as the rest of his misdeeds.”

Lily closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, nodding as she squeezed his hand. “Okay.” Angel found a video, turning the volume up and pressing play. As soon as she heard his voice, she was on her back in the alleyway again.  

“Hey dude, I think she’s choking.”

Heaving, she launched herself from her seat, running around the counter and into the restroom, throwing up for the second time that morning. She took deep breaths to steady herself, the flashback coupled with the pull from a few of her internal stitches yet to dissolve sending her right back to the moment, the fear. She had no idea how to feel in the light of knowing that one of her attackers had killed himself; she was still too overcome by processing his misdeed, rather than the actions he’d taken in the wake of it.  

Standing, she jumped slightly when she felt Angel’s hand press against her back, calming when she realised that it was of course just him, turning to have him pass her a cup of water from the cooler. “And now I’m closer to finding the remaining two. I’m taking it to Bish as soon as he gets in. We got shit with the Sons to sort today, but once that’s over with, I’m digging into finding these guys.”

She rinsed and spat out half of the water, drinking the other half, taking deep breaths as her heart hammered rapidly, beginning to tremble as Angel pulled her close. “He’s part of the 3OD’s, I dunno if you’ve ever heard of ‘em, little gang kids, small time guys.”

“No, but then again I’m not particularly well versed on that kind of thing.” Taking a breath, she kissed his cheek, walking back out to the office and raiding her bag for a piece of gum. “Are they dangerous?”

“About as much as your average bangers are, yeah, but they don’t have any real clout. If we put enough pressure on ‘em to give up the guy with the gold grills then I’m guessing they will. We can make their life a lot harder for them then they can ours.” He sat back down beside her, hand gently kneading the back of her neck, lost in her silky hair. “There’s something very pressing here though it all, though, and that’s the fact that the piece of shit coward who hung himself said they’d been paid, to do what they did.”

Lily looked blank, shaking her head, her eyes swimming with tears. “Who the hell could hate me that much that they pay three guys to do what they did to me? I don’t know, I don’t have any enemies, at least none that I know of.”

Angel looked thoughtful for a few moments, pressing his thumb against his lip. “What about that girl, the nemesis, Gabriella Martinez? I mean, you beat her down pretty savagely.”

“No, baby. We’re athletes. We settle our scores in competition, not in nefarious sabotage.”

He snorted softly. “Try telling that to Tonya Harding.” She frowned, not immediately familiar with the name. “Figure skating chick from the nineties who had her rival smacked in the knee with a metal baton to take her out of the competition.” He then beamed. “As if there’s something out there that I get to be the one to inform you about! It’s always the other way around! I feel all smart and shit.”

She smiled, stroking his face. “You are smart, honey.”

He grunted. “Not as much as you!” It was a little break of humour that she sorely needed, the weight of the fact that someone had wanted this done to her bearing upon her shoulders only adding to her emotional load, Lily spitting her gum into the waste paper basket and picking up her coffee. “Listen, it don’t matter if you can’t think of who it might be coming from, because I’m gonna find them, I fucking swear to you, I will, alright?”

She nodded softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I know, you will.”  

“Good. I love you, querida mia.”  

She nuzzled him, nails stroking the shaven sides of his hair. “I love you, too.” He left her to her work, checking in with her every so often until he headed out, Coco and EZ remaining behind. She was getting more used to Angel not being there, not falling into a pit of panic and despair now without him, but the thought of being alone anywhere for long periods of time still made her feel like her world was caving in on her.  

Whenever people entered the office, she felt sick with nerves, but she knew the more she faced people, the better it would eventually become. She kept the words she’d read courtesy of fellow rape victim Chelsea Masterton in mind. Just as easily as someone could be a rapist, there stood every chance that they likely weren’t. Still, it didn’t completely quell her worry.  

“Okay, so for that amount of steel, we’re talking three hundred,” Lily spoke to the man on the other side of the counter, swallowing hard when he didn’t reply at once, merely kept chewing on his toothpick.  

“You’re a real treat for the eyes, know that, sugar?”  

She lifted her chin, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. “Not interested. So, are you happy with three hundred?”

“I’d be happier with your phone number in my pocket,” he grinned lasciviously, licking his lip. She shuddered even more, not just because he was utterly repellent, but because she was alone with him, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.  

“I told you no.” Her reply was firm, but her voice still shook.  

“Aww, ain’t you cute, getting all coy with me.” As if summoned by her feelings of dread, she breathed a huge sigh of relief when EZ entered the office.

“Hey, is this you holding things up on the weighbridge, bro? We got a load waiting to come in and you’re holding up the line,” he called, Lily attracting his attention with a wide-eyed glance. EZ was at her side in a heartbeat. “We got a problem here?”  

“No, no problem,” the guy spoke, backing off after taking the wedge of cash that had been sitting atop the counter.  

“He’s trying to get my phone number and not listening when I told him no,” Lily spoke, trying to remain calm. EZ locked eyes on him.  

“You got five seconds to move, or believe me, I’ll move you.” He had the sense to leave the office at a run, Lily letting out the breath she’d been holding as she sank into EZ’s embrace. “You okay, Lilypad?”

“Old Lily would have just bantered with him, or given him a mouthful. Or, to be honest, removed him for herself. Why can’t I still be that person? It was just one guy!” she cried, growling with frustration, beginning to calm down a little. “I hate that I’m so terrified of every single man I don’t know, I really do! It isn’t rational!”

“That’s because what happened to you wasn’t rational, babe. It’s only been five weeks, too,” he began, steering her into a seat. “You quite rightly see any guy you don’t know as a threat, but not everyone is. Some are just creepy assed incels, like that guy, thinking he honestly had a shot with you.” She saw he had a point. It reflected what she was trying to constantly remind herself in an effort to retain a modicum of normalcy, of her old life.  

He looked thoughtful during her moments of silence, cocking his head slightly. “How are your ribs now? I ask because I take it that was the main – well, apart from the obvious I don’t want to mention – injury that prevented you from returning to training?”  

“Better, I can breathe now and lie on my right side easily enough. I should probably get Maggie to check them over, though, just to be sure. Am I right in thinking that you’re pondering whether a return to training might help me?”

He smiled, nodding. “Exactly that.”

She shifted a little uncomfortably, grimacing slightly. “I have considered it. Angel took me down to visit Larry last week, and he said the same as all your guys, take it one day at a time and only come back when I feel ready.” She paused there, looking uncomfortable.  

EZ made a gesture with his hand that she should continue. “I sense there’s a but.”

“But,” she confirmed. “I’m scared of being hit. I don’t know how triggering seeing a fist coming at me will be, and Larry doesn’t know the whole truth, so I don’t want to have to explain the kind of meltdown it might bring about.”  

“How about if your target didn’t hit back? Take to the punchbag instead?”  

“Hmmm,” she pondered. “I mean, I would, but Larry will want me back against an actual person. He said so himself, that sparring was most definitely what I needed to get my confidence back. Of course, he means well, but he’s only going on the information he knows.”  

“Well, I have a punchbag, and you have focus mitts, right? I don’t mind training with you, and you know I’m not going to punch you back. I’d like to help if I could, if you felt like it could help?”

She leaned forward, hugging him, laying a kiss to his cheek. “No wonder Jodie loves you to death. I mean, I knew before you guys got together that you’re great, but yeah, you know what I mean.”  

He looked a little coy in the wake of this, shaking his head dismissively. “Eh, it’s the least I can do. If it makes you feel better, then it can only be a good thing.” He squeezed her shoulder, getting up and leaving her to it, pausing at the office door for a moment. “They can’t see it in you, you know. Other guys. You know what happened to you, but they don’t.”

His words hit her on a level she wasn’t expecting, Lily feeling a little lighter within for hearing them. She felt so exposed and transparent from her attack that it was something she thought showed up, like she might as well have been wearing a t shirt with the slogan ‘rape victim’ emblazoned across the front. It was something she planned to speak to Angel about when he finally arrived home later that evening, except when he first arrived, his frustration over his pursuits over the course of the night were very clear.  

“Hey, baby.” His call from the door was deflated, the sound of his keys landing on the table loud, a long sigh following before he greeted Charlie, entering the kitchen to find her at the cooker, stirring tortellini soup. The smell had welcomed him from the door and made him feel marginally better, as Lily’s food always did. In the kitchen, she knocked it out of the ball park every time.  

“You don’t sound happy.” Turning away from the stove, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her face questioning.  

His frown deepened, resting his forehead to hers and kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m not. I wanted to come back here and tell you that I’d found them, but those fucking 3OD boys are so scattered, we can’t even find a ring leader. They’re not organised, have no kind of regular patterns in where they hang out, they’re just scattered. I feel fucking useless.”

She turned the hob down before giving him her full focus. “You’re not, though. You’re the absolute best, the way you’ve put your life on hold to care for me, put me first. When you told me a few months ago that you knew you’d have to wait on me trusting you fully again, well, if I hadn’t before, this definitely proves it. I can’t thank you enough for being so supportive.”  

“It isn’t enough, though. Not with them still out there, and the person who paid them to do this. I know that them still being out there is what haunts you, and it needs to be dealt with.”  

She rested against his chest, arm curling around him, slipping beneath his blue plaid shirt to stroke his back. “I won’t lie, knowing they’re no longer out there and free to do this to someone else would put my mind at rest, but I can’t pin my healing solely on them being dealt with accordingly. I have to find that courage within myself to get over what happened to me first and foremost.”

That was a huge step for her, Angel quick to praise such a mindset. “I’m so proud, to hear you say that. I know it’s only been five weeks, and you’re still shaky, but carina, you’ve come so far with everything you’ve done to begin getting over what happened to you.”

She kissed his chest, smiling. “Thank you.” They spent a few silent moments wrapped in one another’s embrace, a sudden growling noise interrupting the moment. “Is that your stomach?”

He laughed softly through his nose. “Yep. I’m fucking starving!”  

She laughed softly, rubbing his abs. “Go sit down, pick a movie out and it’ll be ready in about ten minutes.” They had a nice evening of relative normalcy and relaxation, Lily feeling happy that such moments were growing more in their frequency, being able to do such simple things that yielded simple pleasures, enjoying nice food now she’d regained an appetite, and watching their favourite horror movie, Silent Hill. She also told him about the man who had not been keen to take no for an answer earlier in the day, which had subsequently led to EZ’s offer to get her back into training, Angel smiling, touched that his brother had wanted to help. It was a good moment to acknowledge his own personal growth as well, for he felt nothing but contentment at the idea.  

One set of issues they faced as a couple had been sadly been exchanged for another, though, and after turning in for the night, it was there that what loomed over Lily caught up with her.  

Awaking with a gasp, she sat bolt upright, sweat streaming from her face. Again, the same dream. Not of the rape, but something that she’d begun to see time and time again in her sleep, something that stirred everything that had happened to her once more, without it being the actual event playing itself out in a nightmare. It was relieving that they’d somewhat overtaken the dreams where she relived what happened, even though both dreams lamentably led her to the same reaction.

“Wolf again?” Angel asked, stroking her back as he sat up at her side, soothing her while she gathered herself, taking deep breaths.  

She nodded. In the dream, she walked the desert alone until coming across an injured wolf, lying there on the ground, bleeding heavily. She always tried to help it, but each and every time, it growled and bared its teeth, not allowing her to come near and assist. She interpreted it as what had happened to her, that part within which still bled out, that she couldn’t soothe or make better, that perhaps would always lie there bleeding within her.  

Although she was making tentative progress, she did wonder if it would always be something she couldn’t truly reconcile. She felt nothing over the fact one of them had hung himself, absolutely no emotion at all. As she laid back, resting her head on Angel’s chest, she wondered whether that was because she’d had it taken from her, to see some kind of retribution befall him. Would knowing that the others had received a punishment for their misdeeds serve to make her feel a sense of relief from it?  

She was unsure.

It was, however, something she found herself discussing the following evening, though, Angel, EZ and Bishop out trying to gain more intel on the 3OD’s, just her and Taza sitting outside the clubhouse, watching the sun slowly setting in the pink sky.

“I’m tired, Taza. Really tired of not feeling like me. Like I told Angel this morning, even if I sleep, the memory of what happened weighs on me, makes me exhausted, just carrying it around with me,” she confided, hoping to tap her wonderful friend for some of the wisdom he quite effortlessly always managed to offer forth.  

“Trauma is heavy, darling. Think of it as a large suitcase in which you’re forced to lug around with you. As you become stronger again, the easier it’ll become to carry. You might even be able to unpack it along the way, so there’s less to eventually carry,” he spoke, Lily liking how he explained it. It seemed to resound with her very much, the heavy load that would eventually become more manageable, the stronger she became. “You mention sleep there, and the last time we spoke about it, you were only averaging a few hours a night, because of nightmares. How is that for you now?”

She took a deep breath through her nose, sipping her drink. “The nightmares still happen, less so recently, though. More and more of late, I keep dreaming the same dream, of a wolf lying alone in the middle of the desert, broken and bleeding. I crouch by it and try to give it assistance, with all its bloodied wounds, but it snarls and cries, lunges at me; it won’t let me come near it. And then I wake with a start. I suppose the wolf represents what happened to me. It’s my pain that I don’t know how to make better.”

Taza was quiet for a few moments, leaning forward slowly, resting his chin atop her head as he watched the sun melting into the horizon, his hands softly grasping her upper arms. “The wolf isn’t what happened to you, Lilypad. The wolf in your dreams is you.”  

It flashed through her mind, then, as her eyes found the gate she’d dragged herself through, remembering screaming at Coco, scratching at him as he’d tried to help her, Taza lying upon the ground, making himself small so as not to scare her even further, how by doing that, he’d finally been able to reach through her trauma and bring her back, when she’d been terrified out of her mind.  “In your mind, you’re still on that floor, where I found you, broken and bleeding, too scared to let anyone come near you. The small steps you’ve taken have seen you do well, they have, and I would never try to rush you, but I would like to propose something.”

“What?” she asked, grasping his arm, hugging it to her chest.

“That when they’re found, before Angel hands them the ending they have coming, that you go and rain down utter, unfiltered hellfire upon them. For each day that passes where you don’t try to heal and get back up off the ground in your mind, they win. They hold that power over you. Perhaps in venting your emotions, all of your hurt, fear and pain, you take some of that power back from them. You wonder how you can move on, perhaps the answer is you taking an active part in their punishment.”

His statement was simple, yet so profound, Lily nodding. He was right; she needed to remember who she was, and then show them, too. She wouldn’t be able to solidly say that such would help her heal emotionally from it, not until it was done, but trying, trying to reclaim what they’d taken from her, it was worth it. 

It was finding them that was the current obstacle.  

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Judged it.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Swearing and implied smut.

WC: 1318

Enjoy x

You had always been a good judge of character and it was no different when Rachel walked into the club house wrapping Bishop around her little finger after coming to a party with a friend. You had worked at the desk of the scrap yard for almost 2 years. You were close with all the Mayan’s, but mostly Bishop. You had always had a soft spot for him and had harbored a crush from the moment you met him. To most people he was this tough biker, but you had seen his soft sweet side more than once. That smile that made you dizzy, the hugs that made everything melt away and if you were lucky a kiss on the cheek feeling his facial hair hoping one day you would feel it on other parts of your body.

Rachel always looked down her nose at everyone, treating everyone like they weren’t good enough and Bishop was spending less time at the club house after work. You saw she was trying to get him to cut down his drinking or getting him to drink light beer and he cut down his smoking, she always harping on about a “cleaner” life style. But there was something weird going on with her. You had seen her going through the work computer and the filing cabinet if you were out helping the guys with something, you had seen her multiple times standing at the templo door while they were in there and she was always on Bishop’s lap when they were sitting around the tables inside.

You had mentioned to Taza about everything that you had seen and he told you to leave it with him for now. You kept an eye on everything, till one afternoon you came back early from your lunch break walking into the office seeing her taking a photo of some papers,

“Can I help you with something?” you raised an eye brow at her and she closed the file giving you a smug look.

“No thanks” she stood up and walked passed you out the door “I see the way you look at him, shame once I’ am done with him you won’t get your chance”

You didn’t get a chance to talk back before she was out the door slamming it behind her. You looked out of it through the glass as she walked to Bishop kissing him on the lips and they walked towards his bike. You rushed to the file that was left on the counter and you opened it up seeing the paper work in it was a job the yard had done for Galindo. You bolted to the door yelling for Taza, Angel, Coco and Ez. They all came rushing inside, worried looks on their faces,

“Where’s the fire cariño?” Angel walked in first followed by the others.

“I told you” you roared at Taza “You said you would keep an eye on it. On her” you threw the file to the end of the counter.

Taza grabbed it and you moved to the old black and white tv screen rewinding the video and telling them all to look. They all huddle around it and watched on the screen as Rachal walked in, got the file, took photos and then watched the interaction between you both,

“What she say to you?” Taza looked over his shoulder.

“I see the way you look at him, shame once I’ am done with him you won’t get your chance. She is setting you all up”

“A cop?” Coco looked at Taza and he shrugged his shoulder.

“Angel, call him and tell him we need him at the table, make something up. Y/N, forward the calls to my mobile and go wait at the table”  

It was nearly an hour you had waited when you heard the door slide open, you turned around seeing Bishop looking at you and then looked at Taza who was behind him,

“Someone care to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Bishop narrowed his eyes at you as the rest of the Mayan’s filed in, Coco shutting the door once they were all in “Why are you in here? After what you did to Rachel today, I should fire your ass”

“Excuse me, what?” you spat “What I did to her? Maybe if you weren’t too busy getting your dick wet and drinking your home-made organic smoothies you would see what’s been going on el presidente, and now because of that, we could all end up in jail”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Bishop looked around at everyone

You crossed your arms in front of yourself, your eyes locked with Bishop’s again and you watched as his face dropped as Taza filled him in and showed him a video on his phone of the office footage,

“What did she say to you” Bishop’s eye shot back at you.

“What does that matter?”

“What did she say Y/N?” he took a step closer to you.

You sighed shaking your head repeating Rachel’s words from earlier.

“Fuck” Bishop yelled “Why didn’t anyone come to me sooner”

“Cause you would have listened” you sassed back, the rest of the room trying not to laugh.

“Coco” Bishop barked at him “Take Y/N home to pack a bag and get her to Vicki’s”

It had been two weeks since Coco had dropped you off with strict instructions not to be seen or to go out just in case, Vicki was more than welcoming, but you had washed the sheets everyday you had been there, still pretty sure they weren’t clean and you had to sleep with head phone’s on to block out the noises from the other rooms. The sun had started to set and you heard the bikes coming towards the house watching them ride up the dirt drive way. You looked out through the lace curtain watching as they all got off their bikes and coming inside.

It wasn’t long after that you heard a knock on the door, you thought it was Coco or Angel so you yelled to come in. When the door opened and you saw Bishop, you rolled your eyes and sat on the bed with your back to him,

“Hey sweetheart” Bishop said softly.

“Sweetheart now, is it? Why are you here?”

Bishop picked up the hiss in your voice and his heart hurt at your reaction to him. He walked in closing the door behind him and walked to you, your head was dropped down looking at the floor when you saw his boots coming into your eye sight. Bishop's hand came down to your chin and he pushed your head back to look at him,

“You’re pissed, I get it. I fucked up”

“Big time” you raised an eye brow at him.

“Y/N, why did you go to Taza and not me about it?”

“You wouldn’t have listened to me; you were in awe of her. She couldn’t do anything wrong in your eyes”

“Sweetheart, if you had come to me with what was happening, I would have listened to you. I was a fucking idiot for letting her change me. But you, you never have tried too. You put me in line, but never changed me. Please forgive me”

Bishop’s hand left your chin and he lent down grabbing your hand, pulling you up into him. His arm going around your middle, his other going to your cheek and you whimpered, feeling his solid warm body pressing into yours, your hands going to his hips,

“You’re going to have to do a lot more than sweet talk me, Obispo”

Bishop chuckled backing you into the bed, pushing you down on it gently and hovered over you,

“I love it when you say my name like that, mi princesa. But it’s going to be even sweeter when your screaming it”

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[lilacyennefer]

A Future with You Part II

A/N: Had to write some fluffy dad Angel after this week’s episode which broke my heart. That’s it.

WARNING: none, just dad!Angel being the cutest

Part 1

“Angel, are you sure it’s going to be fine?” You ask your boyfriend, worried.

It’s been months since Angel and Luke met, and ever since then the two of them were inseparable, but you were always worried to leave Luke with anyone.

But now, kindergarten was closed, and you had to go to work, but you couldn’t take Luke with you.

That’s when Angel offered he would take care of him, he said it would be dumb to pay for someone to do it, when he can do it for free.

You trusted Angel, but you were always nervous to leave Luke with anyone, and Angel wasn’t an exception.

“Yeah! He can meet with Pops, and the rest of the club.”

The next day you dropped off Luke at the clubhouse, Angel was already waiting for him to arrive.

“Angel!!” Luke particularly jumped out of the car to run to the biker, who was waiting for him with open arms, hugging, and lifting Luke up when the child reached him.

“We are going to have so much fun today! Just us, boys.” You could hear the excitement in Angel’s voice.

“Can I ride your bike?” Luke asks excitedly, a question he asks at least twice a day.

“Absolutely not.” You say before Angel could reply.

“When mami can’t see it.” Angel whispers loud enough for you to heart it, watching your reaction, and sending a wink to your way.

You shake your head “It’s not funny.”

“Mi dulce, it’s going to be fine! Worst case scenario, I’ll call you for some help.”

“Alright.” You sigh, handing Luke’s backpack to Angel “Everything that he needs is in the backpack.”

“I love you.” Angel hugs you closer with his left arm, while holding Luke in his right.

“I love you too.” You smile up at him, then look at Luke, playfully pinching his cheeks “and I love you, my precious little boy.”

“I love you too, mami!” He replies, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, since we are the early birds,” Angel starts after you said goodbye, and drove away. “Would you like to meet with my Pops?”

Angel could sense the nervousness in his own voice, wondering if the toddler could hear it too.

“Your Pops?” Luke asks curiously.

“My father.” Angel nods. “Then we can come back, and you can meet with my brothers.”

The toddler agreed to Angel’s plans, he excitedly walked to the Reyes Carnicería, holding the biker’s hand in his tiny one.

“Hey, Pops!” Angel greets the oldest Reyes loudly as he steps into the shop, making Felipe turn around to see his oldest son standing there, with a child that’s not his. Or at least he never saw the boy, so Felipe suspected it’s not Angel’s child.

“Where did you get that child?” Felipe asked his oldest son.

“This is Luke.” Angel answers as he picks up the little boy “My girlfriend’s son. I wanted you to meet with him.”

Felipe was surprised at both the fact that Angel had a girlfriend, sure, he knew that his sons were popular with girls, but Angel hadn't brought home a girl to him ever since he was a teenager. He was also surprised at the fact that he would date someone who has a child, and he’d take responsibility for them.

The oldest Reyes man walked out from behind his counter to introduce himself properly to the small boy.

“I’m Felipe.” He reached his hand out for him, the toddler immediately took his hand to gently shake it.

“I’m Luke!”

“I hope my son takes good care of you.” Felipe notes.

Even though Luke was only 4 years old, he could feel the air shift between the older men, making him wrap his arms protectively around Angel’s neck.

“He does!” He states confidently, protecting Angel without actually really knowing.

Angel felt extremely grateful for the little boy, who loved him unconditionally, looked up at him, and admired him, he looked at Angel like someone who’s worthy of love, of believing in, and he’s not someone who constantly fucks things up.

Yes, Angel Reyes was a good father, because Angel looked at himself as Luke’s father, although he never called him a dad. But he was proud of being a good father.

Felipe nods at the toddler’s statement, but Angel still hasn't said anything, as Felipe’s words stung him.

“I just wanted you to meet with Luke.” Angel says, ready to leave the shop, and forget his father’s reaction.

“You could bring your girl and the little boy to dinner once.” Felipe says as he walks back to behind his counter.

“Will do.” Angel nodded, then they said goodbye.

They walked on the streets of Santo Padre, hand in hand, since Luke loved to hold people’s hands, it made him feel secure, when Angel felt the little boy tug his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“You know I love you, right?” Luke looked up at the biker, and Angel could feel his heart fill with love, and his insecure thoughts that his father’s words caused in him, to go away.

“I love you too, little one.” Angel replied, making the toddler smile.

“Good. Mommy loves you too, and me too.” He notes as they keep walking.

On their way back to the clubhouse, they picked up some breakfast for the MC, since they were probably already arriving at the clubhouse.

When they arrived, Angel could see Taza’s bike parked outside, suddenly he was nervous to have Luke by his side, not knowing how the club would react.

His nervousness increased when EZ stepped outside from his trailer, looking at his older brother surprised.

“Yo, boy-scout!” Angel yelled as he walked towards his little brother.

“Boy-scout.” Luke whispered, making Angel chuckle.

EZ walked closer, meeting with them halfway, grabbing the edge of his kutte when he stopped.

“Little bro, meet with Luke. He’s Y/N’s son.” Angel says nervously, making EZ raise his eyebrows from the surprise, since he didn’t know she had a son.

“Hi Luke.” EZ squats down with a smile on his face “I’m Ezekiel, but everyone calls me EZ.”

“You are Angel’s little brother?”

“I am.”

Luke looks up at Angel then says “I want a little brother too!”

The Reyes brothers looked at each other, trying to hide their snickers.

“Yeah, you have to talk to your mom about that.” Angel says.

He knew he was ready to expend their family, but you thought it was too early for that yet.

Only life had other plans.

“Brought some food.” Angel says while lifting the bag full of burritos.

EZ couldn’t reply as the loud roaring of the motorcycles filled the air, making Luke hide behind Angel’s legs just like he did with you when he met with Angel for the first time.

It’s time, Angel thought, his brothers are about to meet with his significant other’s son.

The MC members parked their bikes, Luke was watching them carefully from behind Angel.

“Are you sick Angel? Being up so early?” Bishop asks the oldest Reyes brother as he walks towards him.

“Nah.” Angel shrugs, shaking his head, unintentionally reaching his hand behind himself to Luke.

Angel’s movement didn’t go unnoticed by Bishop, making El Presidente look behind the younger biker, noticing the small boy standing behind him.

“Who’s that?” Bishop asks, nodding towards the little boy.

Unlike his father’s, Bishop’s voice didn’t have any malecy in it.

“Luke.” Angel calls for the toddler “It’s okay, let me introduce you to my brothers.”

“They’re all your brothers?” Luke asks Angel, his curiosity making him step forward from behind Angel.

“This,” Angel taps the front patch on his kutte “means brotherhood. Despite the fact that we are not related by blood, we are still brothers for life.”

Luke listened to his words carefully, but before he could say something to Angel, the man spoke again.

“This is Luke.” He introduced the little boy to the whole club, who were watching him. “Y/N’s son.”

The whole club greeted Luke with such warmness, it made both the little boy and the biker smile.

Angel led the toddler into the clubhouse, sitting down at one of the tables with Luke in his laps, while the others were fighting over the food he bought.

“Hey!” Angel yelled at his brothers “One of them is mine, shitheads!”

Angel didn’t realise he cursed until Luke’s tiny hand covered his mouth, making the biker look down at him surprised.

“No bad words.” Luke scolded Angel.

“I’m sorry.” The biker smiled down at the little boy.

“Angel.” Luke whispered “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, okay.” Angel said while he put down Luke “Can you go alone or—“

“I’m not a child, Angel.” Luke stops him with a hand gesture that reminded Angel so much of you.

Angel raised his eyebrows with a chuckle “Okay.”

Bishop joined Angel at the table, placing a burrito in front of the younger biker.

“It’s good to see you like this, you know.” Bishop says honestly “Peaceful and happy.”

“Thank you, Bish.”

Angel tried to not show it, but Bishop’s words meant a lot to him, especially after the lack of support and interest from Felipe’s side.

Luke happily ran back to Angel, holding his hands out to the biker, making him sniff his soap scented hands, something that Luke always does to signal that he washed his hands.

The toddler sits back on Angel’s lap as he starts eating his breakfast, while casually chatting with Bishop, Luke listening to their conversation.

“Can I get some?” Luke asks Angel, pointing at his food.

Angel nods, his mouth is full with food, as he holds the burrito to Luke. The little boy takes a big bite out of Angel’s breakfast, making the adults chuckle as he starts chewing it, nodding his head, silently saying that he likes the taste of it.

The day passed way too quickly for both Angel’s and Luke’s liking, none of them realised how late it was, only when you showed up, all done with work.

To be honest, you were even late, because you had to go to a doctor, confirming something that you already suspected.

Angel had some club business to do after he said goodbye to Luke, promising that he’ll get home by dinner, so he can read a bedtime story to the toddler.

“I love you, little one. Goodnight.” Angel kisses Luke’s forehead after he finishes reading for him.

“Goodnight, daddy. I love you.” Luke says sleepily, before he falls asleep.

Angel stood there, totally shocked from how Luke just called him.

Dad.

Such a simple word, 3 letters, that hold so much significance.

Angel stepped out of the toddler’s room, closing the door behind himself as he wiped the few tears rolling down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Angel worried, panic rushing over you as you hurry up to him.

“He called me dad.” Angel confesses, a tiny sob escaping his lips.

“Aw, babe.” You reach your hand to his cheeks to wipe his tears.

It’s time now, you think.

“You better get used to being called a dad.” You whisper to him.

“I know.” Angel nods “I’m a part of his life now.”

“You are.” You agree “But not just his.”

“Yours too.”

“Angel.” You sigh when you see he’s not getting what you’re trying to tell him “Angel, I’m pregnant.” You say nervously.

Angel’s eyes grow wild as he looks at you, then down to your belly.

“I went to check it after work, and the doctor confirmed it.” You bite down on your bottom lip as you’re waiting for his reaction.

“We’re going to have another baby.” Angel smiles.

“Yes, another baby.” You laugh.

“I love you so much.” Angel hugs you tightly, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I love you more, my angel.”

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[justahopelessssromantic]

Barbecue

Imagine Request. Reader is new to the town and makes friends with Felipe who invites her to a barbecue being held t the club. She is weary but he insists saying that his two sons will also be there. The day of the barbecue arrives and they both head there together. She notices a lot of good looking bikers. The men all admire her as Filipe introduces her to everyone. They all try and seduce the pretty new girl much to Felipe's delight.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request nonnie! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy 🥰 I really love your idea!

Word Count: 1322

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Felipe handed over your package waving off your money for your steaks. "Please, this ones on me." Felipe smiled kindly at you. 

"You know if you keep giving away things for free you are going to go out of business." You pointed out putting your wallet away anyways. You knew there was no use in arguing with the older man. You'd find some way to pay him back. "If you won't let me pay for my meat then you at least have to let me cook for you one of these days." 

Your friendship with Felipe may seem odd to any onlookers but he was the first person you met and befriended after moving to Santo Padre for your new job just a few weeks ago. Unpacking and fixing up your new place had become more of a chore than you were expecting so you hadn't gotten around to meeting really any other residents of the charming small town. You were rather shy and not great at making friends so staying in and keeping to yourself mostly wasn't much of a problem. 

Felipe knew you didn't have any other friends besides him and your best friend back home. You were such a lovely girl he only wanted to help you out in any way that he could. "Alright I'll let you cook for me one of these days." You both knew he hadn't had a really good home cooked meal since his wife passed. 

"Great!" You beamed up at him excited to show off your skill in the kitchen. "How about Friday night?" 

Felipe nodded. "Sounds good. Oh and one more thing." He caught you just before you were about to leave. "There’s a barbecue on Saturday at the Mayans clubhouse. I would love it if you would come." 

You chewed on your bottom lip thinking of how you could turn him down. You weighed all the excuses in your mind. "I don't really know Felipe, I've got lots to do at home. I just don't know that I could." You tried to let him done gently but he was stubborn and saw right through you. 

"Come on you can take one day off," he insisted, "Just come with me for a little while. Do an old man a favor." He chuckled. Felipe took your hand in his, hoping to ease your nervousness. "My two sons will be there. I would love for you to meet them. Just come for a little while. If you hate it and want to leave I will take you home." 

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that." You teased. "I'll see you Friday, 8 o'clock." If he was going to insist on you going to this barbecue then you were going to hold him to your dinner plans. 

The day of the barbecue came and needless to say you were nervous. Your dinner with Felipe the night before helped a little as he told you about the club, the mayans, and mostly his two sons. 

You stepped out of Felipe's truck shutting the door behind you. You straightened your outfit out, smoothing out any wrinkles from the drive over. Felipe extended his arm out to you with a smile. If his sons were anything like him you knew you’d like them. He was quite the gentleman. 

The first person you met as you entered the part was a kind, although a little odd, man named Chucky. He was very friendly and offered to bring you back a beer which you thanked him for. 

The guys were hanging outside just fucking around when you walked in. Their attention immediately turned to you, the unfamiliar girl on Felipe’s arm. 

“Hey Angel, who’s that with your Pops?” Gilly asked, not taking his eyes off you. 

They all watched your interaction with Chucky. You smiled at Chucky saying something before he left. Shortly after Felipe turned to you and said something quietly in your ear which made you laugh. 

All the men were drawn to you as they watched on. You had their full attention without even knowing. 

Angel shook his head, “I have no fucking idea but I can promise you by the end of the night I will.” 

“Maybe she’s Felipe’s new woman.” Coco chuckled. “Careful Angel you don’t want to have the hots for your new step mommy.” 

"Fuck you." Angel tossed something at Coco chuckling. 

The guys erupted into laughter catching your attention. You felt a little nervous looking at all the handsome guys in front of you. Their laughter immediately died down as you approached their table with Felipe. 

Each guy was prepping for possibly the most important interaction they could have with you, the first impression. 

Bishop came down from the deck along with Hank and Taza to greet you first. “Felipe you must introduce us to your beautiful plus one.” Bishop gave you a charming smile. 

“This is (Y/N).” Felipe introduced you. “She just moved to town not long ago. I can already say that Santo Padre is a much better place with her in it.” 

You blushed at the compliment, your cheeks heating up. The smile that played on your lips stayed as the introductions continued. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” The way Bishop said your name made you feel like he had known you forever. 

“Where did Felipe come across a beauty such as you?” Hank asked from behind Bishop. 

“I actually met Felipe at his shop. He has an excellent business.” You glance back at Felipe who had stepped back a bit with Chucky. 

“The best in town for fresh meat.” Taza agreed with you. 

"Besides in my pants of course." Creeper chuckled patting Taza on the shoulders. "If that's something you're interested in." 

"Don't be disgusting, Creep." Riz butted in. "Ignore him. I promise we're not all disgusting assholes like this jackass." He motioned over to Creeper. "I'm Riz. The only proper gentleman here." 

Coco nearly choked on his beer when he heard that. "Yeah a real fucking gentleman." Coco set his beer down. He looked you over giving you a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He gave you a nod before excusing himself going with the quiet and mysterious approach instead. Sometimes less was more.

EZ passed Coco as he came out of the clubhouse. He saw the guy all around you. You must be the new girl his father told him about, he thought. “Ezekiel Reyes. Felipe's son. Most people call me EZ.” EZ smiled. He shook your hand introducing himself. “Pops told me lots about you.”

Angel scoffed. Before EZ could say much more he got up from the table and butted in pushing his brother to the side. “Angel, the better way more experienced brother.” Angel said with a wink. 

You didn't have the chance to respond before EZ gave his brother a little shove back which quickly turned into the two having it out.

You giggled watching them. This was quite the introduction.

Felipe watched the guys and chuckled. He had a feeling this would be their reaction to meeting you. He sat back and enjoyed the show along with Chucky.

Gilly came up beside you watching on as Angel now had EZ in a playful headlock. “They’re all a bunch of idiots.” He commented chuckling as the men started coming in saying who they thought would give in first. “But they are rather loveable idiots. I'm Gilly by the way. How about we go inside the clubhouse for a drink and get away from the craziness for a while." He figured he could sneak you away to himself while everyone was engaged in the fight. "It's much quieter." He gave you a smile. "I'll tell you anything you want to know about the guys." He offered. He may not tell you all truths. He'd definitely paint himself better than the rest. 

It was every man for himself after all.

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[starrynite7114]

TikTok: Outfit

A/N: Good morning everyone! This is my first out of possibly three updates? Finally got the muse for Snapshots back, so i will try to update that and also Everything is you as well. Or I may hold off and update in a few days since school is back and I got 5 classes that need my attention lol Anyways, here is another TikTok/Instagram challenge that an anon gave me!

Thanks nonnie!

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TikTok

Word Count: 1438

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You and Angel were proud of how you two had an amazing sense of humor. Prank wars were a thing in this household and hell, it even seeped into your Mayans family. Coco was your usual partner in crime along with Taza, Hank and Bishop. Coco switched allegiances after a prank you pulled on him and Angel a few years back. He was impressed to say the least and he has been in your corner faithfully since then.

“Hey guys, so, my husband is absolutely exhausted due to work, but you know I can never pass up a time to mess with him.” You were standing in front of a mirror, showing your outside, or lack thereof. You were wearing a tank top with a sports bra and workout shorts that almost showed your ass cheeks. It was an online buy so the measurements were off. When you first modeled it for Angel, he raved about it, but he also was adamant that you weren’t wearing said shorts unless you were staying around the house. But you loved to fuck with your husband, so why not? “Thiago and Raphael are currently napping, and we have a rule if the babies are napping so are we.” You entered the master bedroom and found your husband sound asleep. 

You had paused the video, and was thankful it was only the afternoon so the sun was illuminating your room. Angel looked so adorable sound asleep, you almost felt bad that you were going to prank him.

Almost.

Recording once more, you shook Angel, who was sleeping on his stomach, Thiago sleeping right beside him with Raphael in the crib right beside the bed. God bless your husband, he was absolutely exhausted, but whenever he got home while he was away, he tried to take care of your boys and gave you a break. 

It was rare for them to have runs due to COVID but business was business. 

This was Angel’s first run since March and it was June. The state had slightly eased the restrictions so they had a run plan as soon as possible.

“Babe, I’m going to Target.” You whispered, careful to not wake your two sleeping boys.

“Okay,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Do you need anything?” You’re not even sure if it was registering, but you knew how to wake him. 

“‘M good,” he cracked an eye open. And closed them again. 

You refrained from laughing and kissed Angel on the lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He called out.

You counted to three in your head before you heard the ruffling of the sheets.

“Hold the fuck up, where are you going?” Angel immediately sat up and his eyes roamed down your outfit. He didn’t give a fuck if you were wearing a tank top.

“Target,” you repeated, grabbing your purse. 

“Target? With your ass hanging out? You got me fucked up babe. We talked about this, no one is going to see you in this outfit.” You tried to hold back a giggle as Angel got out of bed and started slipping on the discarded sweatpants on the bedroom floor. “Going to Target with your ass hanging out?” He scoffed mostly mumbling to himself. “You going to see someone? You got a booty call?”

You laughed then, the phone still on Angel as he grabbed his phone from the bedside drawer beside his side of the bed. 

“Angel, don’t be ridiculous, you know you’re the only one for me.” You laughed again as he went to your closet. He came back out and threw a pair of sweatpants at you which matched his.

“Cover that ass and let’s go to Target. Got me fucked up corazon, this is a family outing now.” He moved to wake up your babies and you stopped him.

“Baby, I’m recording for my TikTok, don’t wake them up.” You explained.

You caught his face, annoyance clearly seen. He shook his head and you stopped recording as you laughed again.

“You play too much.” He picked up Thiago and your son woke up, which made you glare at Angel. Thiago was always cranky when you woke him up from a nap instead of him waking up on his own. “Thiago, mama wants to go to Target, why won’t you go with her?”

“Angel!”

Two weeks later, another prank came into your mind except this time, you wanted to record it for your Instagram. It was odd that you were chronicling your life with Angel, but it was something to do during quarantine.

And if you were being honest, Angel was hot as fuck and you loved sharing your handsome husband to the world. 

And he was also funny as fuck.

His possessiveness was never terrifying or concerning, it was sweet and endearing. He never overstepped or overwhelmed you.

With your phone directed to your full length mirror much like two weeks ago, you waved a hello. 

“Decided to dress up to go to Target since my man wants to stay home. Figured I’d treat myself since work and grocery shopping are the outlets to go out now.” You were wearing jean shorts and a top that accentuate your assets. 

“Okay babe, I’ll be back in a few.” You had your camera pointed at Angel, but it appeared as if you were texting.

Angel did a double take and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, where are you going?” Angel sat up from the couch where he was lounging with his boys.

“Target.”

Thiago looked at you and smiled. “Mommy you look beautiful.”

“Thanks baby.” You walked over to Thiago and kissed his forehead, before going back to your initial position.

Angel shook his head. “You’re going to Target dressed like that? Mi dulce, we’ve been together for years and you always dressed like a bum going to Target.”

“A bum?” You gave him an incredulous look and scoffed. “I do not dress like a bum.”

“Yes you do, sweatshirts and sweatpants, all day. Who the fuck are you trying to impress?” Angel narrowed his eyes at you. His wife could be ridiculous at times, but he fucking loves her like he loves no other.

“Ooh! Daddy said a bad word.” Thiago pointed at Angel, shaking his head.

“Papi is allowed to say bad words because mommy is being ridiculous.”

Thiago giggled and got off the couch, running over to you. “Are you going to see Tio Rico?”

“Tio Rico?” Angel stood up and picked up Raphael. “See you’re going to make every outing a family outing now. I knew you were talking to someone else, always on your damn phone.” He slipped his cell phone inside his back pocket. “Let’s go, we’re going to meet mommy’s side piece.”

“Angel!” You held Thiago who giggled.

“What’s a side piece?” Thiago asked you.

“Babe, they’re not even ready.” Raphael was wearing a shirt and his diapers, while Thiago was still in his pajamas. “Don’t listen to daddy.”

“No, we’re going to meet mommy’s new boyfriend.” He made his way over to the door and you laughed, chasing after him.

“Babe, it’s a joke.” You told him as he opened the door.

He looked at you, the same annoyance that graced his face two weeks ago came back. He glared at you, walking back to the couch and placing Raphael down.

“See, if I play this prank on you, you’d be pissed. You play too damn much.” Angel sat down, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting as he refused to look at you.

“Mommy, you made daddy upset.” Thiago shook his head, mimicking Angel’s reaction. 

You had stopped recording after you informed him it was a joke. 

“I’m sorry babe, you know I love you and only you.” You sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder with Thiago seated at your lap facing the television.

“Yeah you better, kids are going to sleep early tonight.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, while the other was beside Raphael since your little prince was a mover. Bending his head so only you could hear him, he nibbled at your ear making goosebumps run through your body. “I’m gonna pound that pussy so hard, you’re not going to be able to make any pretend Target runs for a week.”

Your thighs clenched together as you looked over at Angel who sat back and had a smug smirk on his face.

Another reason you loved fucking with your husband, he was the King of Petty and his promises to ravage you was always so good to hear.

Again, never a dull day in the Reyes household.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ GETTING IN TROUBLE ❜

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Request: Tranq reaction to his girlfriend sassing him?

BY ANON

Word count: about 1k.

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“NO FUCKING WAY!”

The crowd placed around the Mayans' ring suddenly stays silent. Your boyfriend is sweating, breathing fast and almost blooding by his nose and mouth inside of it, just like Ibarra. He's confused at first, watching you turn into the Devil as you walk towards the door to open it.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, HANK?”

He doesn't understand what it's happening. You have been together for the last year and tomorrow you have an important meeting. The most important one. And you asked him to not get into trouble, to not drink too much and to look fresh than ever. But looks like he didn't care a shit.

“My fucking parents are coming tomorrow to meet you!” You yell at him.

Ibarre steps out of the ring terrified, running away from you. No one would want to be in Tranq's shoes right now. Spitting the red liquid from his lip, he cleans them with the back of his right hand, about to say something.

“I asked you for just one damn thing! One fucking thing!” Furiously gesticulating with your forefinger raised in air, you point at him with every word uttered. “Do you remember how fucking important was for you to introduce me to… all these assholes, ah? They're my fucking family and you shitted on your promise. So, you know what? Keep fucking fighting. Ask one of these… fucking bitches to clean you up. And enjoy sleeping alone. I'm fucking done with you”.

“Hey, list—”.

“NO! There's no fucking listen anymore, Hank”. You take a step back, lifting up your hands to make him stop.

God knows how much you love the Mayans MC, but right now you just want to burn it down.

“If meeting my family isn't important to you, then, I'm not either”. Licking your lips as soon as the tears flow over them, you turn around to get out from the ring.

“Sweetheart…” Bishop calls you, making you face him.

“I asked you… I begged you to not let him get in trouble, Obispo. Letting him fight was one of the things you should avoid. And you didn't. So, don't fucking call me sweetheart again, 'cause I'm not your fucking sweetheart”.

Taza stops your boyfriend when he tries to catch you outside the ring, while you walk through the hallway made between the Mayans to leave the clubhouse. With a sorrow installed within your chest, you unlock your car to step in and turn on the engine and drive to your small flat. Once there you turn off your phone and change your clothes for a baggy shirt to tuck into bed.

Appearing in the restaurant alone confuses your parents, who get up from their seats to welcome you with a tight hug.

“Sorry, Hank was busy with the scrapyard”. You whisper puckering your lips.

They know you're lying, but they don't say anything. Sitting in front of them, close to the empty chair, you hold the menu to have a look in silence. You're ashamed. But you're more hurt than anything, because you were so excited to introduce him to your mom and your dad. You wanted to show them that he's a good man, that he takes care of you better than anyone. But he shitted on it.

“Sorry, I'm late”.

Raising your eyes, you find your boyfriend standing up with a hand on your back, leaning to kiss your cheek. He looks fresh. Probably, Taza used some of his concoctions to help him. Your parents seem delighted that he finally came, happily introducing themselves with kisses and hugs. You just smile somewhat forcefully, when he sits by your side and places one of his tattooed arms over your shoulders, kissing your cheek again. Pulling a lock of hair behind your ear, you turn quietly towards him, while your parents argue about their dishes.

“I'm so sorry”. He whispers, visibly regretting what happened last night.

“We will talk later”. It's the only thing you say, before pretending that everything is going okay.

Suddenly closing the door from your apartment, you turn at him a little bit furious. And he's ready to take the heat.

“I told you to not come”. You hiss trying to keep calm.

“I said I'm sorry”. Resting his back against the wall, he crosses both arms over his chest.

“I don't care if you are sorry or not, Hank. You didn't keep your promise”.

“You asked me to look fresh, and don't do I, ah?”

“Are you fucking punking me? Seriously?”

Clicking his tongue, the man rolls his eyes standing up from the wall.

“Listen…”

“Fuck, no! Pick up your things and leave my house. Right now, Hank! I'm done with all these… club's dogfights for fun, and that you're incapable of keeping your promises…”

“I'm not gonna leave you after sassing me like you did last night, like no one has done before”. He's smirking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “You're the one for me, my other half, the only one who is brave enough to kick my ass”.

Puckering your lips and frowning, you kill him with your gaze, watching your the Mayan coming closer dangerously.

“Stop…” You demand him, not pretty convinced that you want him to stop. “Hank, stop…”

“Fuck, you looked so fucking angry, scaring the shit outta everybody around you… You should have watched the guys after you left. Bishop was shaking. The fucking prospect hidden in case you were coming”. His laughs flood the living room, while he cups your cheek onto his huge and rough hands. “And I… damn… I was really terrified”.

“Really?” You mumble trying to not laugh in the meantime he pecks your lips once and again.

“Fucking terrified hearing you yelling at me, so fucking enraged”. He nods slightly. “That was the moment I knew I wanted to marry you and spend my whole life with you, mi amor”.

“Really…?” You ask again, raising up your hands to his chest covered by a soft black flannel shirt. Your heart is about to suddenly stop.

“Really”.

Urging you to jump into him, with his arms interlaced under your ass, you surround his waist with both legs.

“Be my wife, mi amor. Please”.

[mymostimaginaryfriend]

5x07 Reaction Post

The Fox in the Hen House...or you know, that Fox you convinced yourself was a pet despite repeated reminders he preferred to bite your face off, bites some faces off....

Love that the getting ready montage wasn’t just for the ladies.  Holsters and ties should be like an entire accepted dress code IMO.

I also love that Teresa emerging in full Queenpin regalia for the first time (low bun/all white/everything) was to mark her entrance into legitimate business and that the aspirational Queenpin we’ve seen over the seasons represented that sort of freedom, not her cartel ascension.  

“Teresa doesn’t take no for an answer.” “Especially not from us.” This is the Wonder Twin interaction we deserve.

Kelly Anne inviting Dumas to their safe house.   Girl what?  WHAT? That’s putting a lot of faith in an armed man with a grudge but okay.  

Also I’m with James on this one: too many eyes on them now.  They’re in this limbo between legit LEGIT and kinda sorta legit while participating in a shitload of illegal activities that is just ripe for federal charges.  Speaking of which, remember the feds? Did Kelly Anne forget to invite them too? :P

The Jeresa toast scene was lovely.  Loved Teresa asking James how he was, the light flirting, the way James heard her footsteps and KNEW it was her.

And L M A O at James’ whole ‘are you legit enough we can bang’ vibe check.  Honestly HOW did something not happen.  Those heart eyes were BEYOND intimate.  When they jumped to the next morning I full on booed. Listen, there’s a lot of unrealistic stuff on this show but that might have been THE most unrealistic lol. There’s just no way they didn’t have victory sex in view of her waterfront diorama, I do not believe it. Nope.

SO glad to see Marcel and a Marcel (albeit subdued) Suit back.  Loved that he got a condensed Queenpin arc in like three scenes, (I feel like only Alimi could sell that and sell that he did).  Though I have to wonder if by having Marcel come to these realizations about what you give up for power and rejecting it, they won’t go a different route for Teresa in a few eps? 

Although in a way, Marcel choosing to leave was the same thing driving Teresa to stay: she chose her people.

Teresa saying “you’d have done the same thing” to Marcel....okay but wasn’t it just like a few weeks ago in show time that he chose Teresa over the Judge wanting his help to either kill her or send her to jail?  Also perhaps give him a full 24 hours outside before expecting him to re-join the group text ya know??

And not sure you want to repeat almost word for word what Pecas said to you right before you shot him for setting you up, T.  As comparisons go that one is not ideal.

James telling Teresa to cover him in a gun fight??? That is what Action Couple dreams are made of, friends. The only thing that would have been better is if they had run inside the building for a 2x04/3x02 style emotionally fraught life and death conversation too but I have come to accept the writers do not agree with me on the need for those scenes this season and I’ll take what I can get.

The Castel not being on screen thing is unfortunate but are we finally circling back around to Teresa getting too big for the Devon/Castel deal?  My dramatic ass has been sustained by that potential drama (especially the idea that Devon could leverage James in that situation) since S3 finale, could it actually finally happen?

Boaz and Teresa both doing coke several times on screen this ep...Also Teresa of all people thinking Boaz’s childhood friend might be her ally.  

Pote a) saying “pee pee” in reference to his unborn child and b) pausing to take a final drag from his cigarette before running off to warn Kelly Anne?  It’s scenes like these that make his inevitable death less heartbreaking, show.

(And I know reduced sets/production and travel guidelines this season affected this but having Loya/Taza/Castel etc mentioned off screen while randos get face time is annoying.  All I know is they better not kill Camila off in a line of dialogue or I will sue.)

And finally, the rating system is ridic, I know it’s ridic, but getting week after week after week of gory closeups of head wounds (not to mention a boob shot this ep) and drawing the line at characters swearing at 10pm timeslot???  COME ON. Let Teresa say fuck already. She DESERVES IT.

[jerepars]

My QOTS 5x07 live reactions:

Castel AND Taza in the “previously on”? Hmm, I don’t like what this might mean for their fate. :\

I’m okay with Queen T always being braless in her clothes I just wish it meant that it’d be more convenient for her and James lolololol

Our man Marcel is back!!

I agree with James I don’t think you should be having a party in your HOME where you and your crew LIVE.

KA calling Pote “lovebug” is like…the most unnatural thing in the world.

OMG BOAZ IS SO GOOD BOAZ IS THE BEST

So the first person to toast Teresa is…some guy…okay

Um. Is Castel dead?

If he says you can trust him, and he ain’t James, you probably can’t trust him

“she has no good side” Marcel! With the zingers!

UM. I think James would absolutely know what an ombudsman is though! Like this man can do everything and he knows everything.

The Jeresa scene hurt more than anything else. James with his permanent heart eyes, James alludes to his goodbye in 3x13, and…silence? The little crack you can hear in the background is my heart breaking all over again.

I love every Boaz scene. That’s it.

OoOoOo Jeresa going to go talk to Dumas. I just want Marcel to call them out as an otp lmao is that so much to ask. I want him to ship them even if he hates T.

omg Marcel is so well dressed.

“you already stuck that in my back and then you dug it in deeper” omg Marcel gets all the good lines!

why does T cling to this “I had no choice” thing so hard; you gonna regret that once you find out about KG, girl

“don’t forget your bag of bullshit” FUUUUUCCKKK. Marcel is The Best.

The way James SAILED over that railing during the shootout though. And then takes out the rest of the shooters, takes their vehicle, and carries on with a “let’s go”. JFC.

this doctor is gonna be dead in the next 2 minutes, isn’t she?

USE YOUR BIG BOY VOICE (someone tell James this)

TAZA IS DEAD?! NO, FUCK YOU.

That split second after James says “I’ll go” would have been perfect for a Jeresa moment of epic proportions but nooooo

Why do all the side characters have better storylines than the main characters? Honestly? I’d watch an entire show about Marcel and what he’s up against

…I’d watch an entire show about Marcel and Reggie’s power struggle if I didn’t just meet Reggie then see him dead in the next few minutes smh

the way this show sacrifices people (especially BIPOC) left and right for shock value is something I could really do without.

It is so nice to see someone in this world struggling with the business vs. the people, to understand the gravity of it, to feel it, to confront it head on. Alimi Ballard as Marcel is a gift.

omg get me a mute Pote button. Like right now. Please. He’s so annoying. How can Kelly Anne stand this guy?

so you’re telling me we have to suffer through Pote being a dunce, an “emotional” Kote scene, meanwhile Teresa like…hasn’t even been in this episode? Basically?

I was expecting Teresa to destroy waaaaay more shit in that closet after the Boaz phone call.

Yelling at the hospital staff who are bound and gagged. How endearing.

Please, oh, please, tell me 5x08 spends more time on the Devon/Boaz/Kostya side of things than the kidnapping sideshow. We already know from the synopses for future episodes that KA is going to be fine. I find absolutely zero appeal in the thought of listening to Pote be irrational and loud again (what’s new really, lol).

[teresa-moyocoyotzin]

5x07 live reactions

realizing 5 mins in i need to write my reactions as i go because i have so many thoughts already

- the first shot!!! QUEENPIN ALERT ahhhhhhhh

- george :( i hate whoever kicked him like he’s already **** jesus

- KELLYANNE YOU WHAT the last thing teresa did was put marcel in jail, betray him, and shoot his father figure.... and YOU INVITED HIM TO THE PARTY AT UR SAFEHOUSE??? bro.. dude.. babe... and neither james or pote is like um maybe he won’t be happy to see us kellyanne.. i mean they did say he wouldn’t want to come but i’m more worried abt him wanting revenge..

- uh how do u think it was in there dude... it’s prison

- ooooh james u like what u see 👀

- i’m sorry 2 seconds of jeresa and now i have to look at boaz burning george up :( at least he didn’t eat him jfc

- who’s this random dude

- oh ok lol (why is the plot so confusing lol)

- “welcoming” lmao

- mmmmm where’s castel (dead?)

- Who Are All These Random Dudes

- i have thoughts about all the 1 episode characters they’re introducing

- OH boaz plot okay

- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm can u trust this random dude who’s bffs w boaz? can u tho? somehow i doubt it

- teresa don’t trust himmmmmmmmmmm

- they’ve said dumas isn’t gonna show too many times for something not to happen

- ooooh dumas :(

- oooooooooh james and teresa drinking togetherrrr

- they’re so cuteeeeeeeeeHOW ARE YOU !!!?

- Babe she’s not finally legit What are you saying she still runs the biggest coke cartel and is expanding it...... THOSE HEART EYES THOUGH

- TERESA’S LIL SMILE!!! THE MUSIC!! AHHH JAMES SAYING ITS BEEN QUITE A RIDE AND TERESA REMEMBERING HIM SAYING SOMETHING SIMILAR BEFORE HE LEFT IN PHOENIX AND YOU CAN SEE HER FEAR THAT HE’S GONNA LEAVE BUT THEY’RE ALSO BOTH REFLECTING ON EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER okay i need a minute holy shit

- okay i watched that scene again because how could i not - the fact that she brings him a glass of champagne!! she went to find him! but she doesn’t even speak first, she didn’t have anything in particular to say, she just wanted to go stand with him 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰 and he turns as soon as he hears her approaching like i’m sure he recognizes her footsteps by now but i just ☺️😭

- “what is an ombudsman????” “no idea” THEY’RE TOO CUTE FUCK ME UP

- goddddd james’ face at the end

- oh shit i knew it

- boaz ahhhhhhhh i’m scared oh shit he’s hereeeeeeeeeeeee

- question: is boaz crazy enough to use the fentanyl laced coke???? yes probably

- they don’t know about george yet :(

- je suis scared

- mmmmmm this castel shit is shady

- oh no james is wearing white that’s not good

- oh babe george ain’t gonna answer

- wounded pets oh no

- i reiterate, james is wearing white that’s not good (though ik kellyanne is gonna get taken so)

- dumas is right y’all

- QUEEN OF THE SOUTH OHHHHshit lmao

- dumas :(((((( teresa please. please don’t kill him. u are in the wrong here babe.

- YESSS JAMES BBY

- kellyanne ........ y’all can’t turn ur phones off in this business

- finished BAKING lmao i love pote sometimes

- wait have we seen this guy before? did he do something behind marcels back or smth? i feel like i remember something

- taza? :((((( i like him dammit

- ahhhhhhhh james oh no

- marcel tread carefully pls i don’t like this why do i feel like he’s about to die .. pls don’t

- ohhhhhhhhhhh shit marcel 👀 that was hot

- marcel i have a feeling u should not let him go

- well i guess he got that feeling too oop-

- :(

- mmmmmmm marcel where u going w that gun

- oh shit i have a feeling this business vs people/ family thing is gonna .... come up again.. perhaps....

- marcellllllllllllllll oh shit

- kellyanne..... pote.... be careful please

- pote pay attention ur ultrasound is on the screen

- aww pote’s face

- teresa babe... :( oh no that’s not gonna help

- hope that coke didn’t come from boaz oop

- ah fuck

- okay can youtube stop censoring things it’s really ruining the power of these moments

- oh shit three i love yous something bad is gonna happen

- pote. POTE. POTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE JESUS CHRIST POTE OMG PAY ATTENTION

- teresa babe :(((((((

- OH SHIT REVERSE QUEENPIN MOMENT

- oh fuck the ultrasound w the blood THATS A LIL TOO POIGNANT

- eeeeeeeeep shits about to go down!!!! that was a good episode

[calliopecalling]

I did a live reaction again 👍🏼 Here it is below the cut! Spoiler alert: I loved this episode. Here we go!! Now I can’t wait to catch up on everyone else’s reactions.

-goddamn that getting dressed scene turned me on, something about how she put on that ring 🤤

-James in suspenders! Awww!

-overall very strong opening *whistles* there’s the Queen eh? All in white and it’s for her legitimate business!!?

-fucking Boaz... I know that line was in the teaser which I watched approximately 80 times but it still gave me goosebumps tonight. JT is that good

-no Castel???!!!! I was so hoping she would make a surprise appearance after the “previously on”

-is it just me or is anyone else starting to feel like Marcel MIGHT be overreacting just slightly?

-oh my GOD the Jeresa heart-eyes. Rewind, rewatch, rewind, rewatch, repeat...

-and the scene lasted OVER A FULL MINUTE (a minute and 24 seconds on my watch, not that I’m counting)

-and James is still holding out hope, isn’t he, just like the rest of us...

-UH OH BOAZ IS IN NEW ORLEANS 😱😱😱

-woweeeee that Marcel/Teresa staring contest ::chills:: I think Teresa won it?

-OH MY GOD JAMES AND TERESA IN A SHOOTOUT TOGETHER COVERING EACH OTHER HOLY YES THE TV GODS DO DELIVER 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

-I hate to say it but the KA pregnancy-related scenes drag in my opinion

-ok how about this ending: Teresa defeats Boaz and gives her entire business to Marcel. We good? 👍🏼

-Taza????!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-I almost thought James was going to kiss Teresa there ALMOST for like just a second before he ran off to risk his life for her (major 2x04 parallel vibes)

-is that a Plan B joke? lol

-this whole Marcel/Reggie scene seems like a “the enemy is the game and not the players” moral which is basically my take on this season

-I hope it’s not the last we see of Marcel though

-look I get these Kote moments are supposed to provide some levity but they take up way too much screen time and are not actually funny. 😒 WAY TOO MANY pregnancy tropes/jokes.

-that phone call, that coke, that scream (why did it have to be silent??), that tension, Alice and JT really knocking this KG is dead reveal scene out of the park

-Pote get on your game man

-we got a Plaid Teresa vision!!! I hope the first of more to come?? Yes to SURVIVING!

-“I’m not leaving without them” that’s right you’re not because you’re still you and your family still matters most ❤️💔❤️

[rhapsodyhills]

Mayans M.C S3 EP06 Reaction

 “You Can’t Pray a Lie”

Here’s my episode reaction that no one asked for that I forced myself to write because none of my friends watch Mayans M.C., and I needed to get all my opinions out somewhere. 

 so Spoilers below cut

Not gonna lie, this episode was probably my favorite episode of this season so far. I just feel like with each episode, we’re seeing more and more of everyone’s backstory and relationships, which I honestly value way more than the drama. 

So, first, Gaby and EZ are so fucking cute. I was kind of skeptical of Gaby because she is literally so fucking sweet, and you know that good characters   are undercover cops, or they’re gonna die. I saw someone on twitter say that Gaby was a cop, but I honestly do not see it at all. I feel like there was way too much shit with her parents and the other gang for all that to have just been some sort of set up to get EZ to trust her. I was also very annoyed with her reaction to EZ’s PTSD, but she’s good in my book for now.

So, Bishop. This episode was really hard because Bishop, surprisingly, became one of my favorite characters (my faves are ranked EZ, Angel, Bishop, then Coco. honorable mention to Chucky and Taza). I’m glad we get to see more of him and his background, but fuck. I also just realized what that tattoo on his arm was, and that literally made me so much sadder. I can’t imagine how he feels, especially when Antonia seems to have moved on with her new wife and child and he’s still in the past all alone, and trying to get past it but also keep the memory of his child alive ? I just hope Bishop gets a fucking love interest because he literally has no one and he’s gonna slip when he learns about Coco’s drug use and what Taza did. He’s already reeling from Alvarez. (Also, on Alvarez, he either needs to be in Mayans business or not cause he can’t just pick sides when he wants. I get that the Mayans are still his shit, but you can’t make decisions like he did without knowing only one side) Let’s hope Bishop gets some pussy and love because his ass needs and deserves it. 

Next, Angel. I’m not gonna lie, Angel was definitely serving up some guard dog/ protective dad teas in this fucking episode and I loved it. Angel’s ass literally snapped on so many people, even Bishop, when he saw no one was doing shit to make things even. When he called Nestor a french- braided little bitch (i think that’s what it was) I was fucking crying. 

Side note: I’m glad Nestor finally abandoned them damn grandfather frames, he looks so much better without them. 

The hospital scene where Gaby walks in and the club leaves, and Taza says hi, was so heartwarming for no reason at all. Taza seems like such a warm person (besides when he suffocates his friends in the name of payback) and him saying hi to Gaby when everyone else just stared at her, was so nice. (I like the most simplest shit when it comes to character interactions and that’s an issue) Also, Angel thanking Gaby was so sweet.

(Does anyone else know why the guy that tried to kill EZ got hit with a car ? Was that like a random driver reacting to him just randomly running into the street?)

Anyway, I love when Angel rages, (” you can’t smoke in here” *pulls out gun*) so I enjoyed every scene with him in it. I saw on Twitter that someone says he is finally being a good brother, and maybe I’m dense but I always thought he was a good brother, he just holds heavy resentment towards EZ and his dad for how they made him feel inferior. I honestly think that I get Angel because of how I feel living with my mom and my brother (who have the most annoying form of libra solidarity that always paints me as the angry scorpio, but that’s enough on that). 

On the topic of zodiacs, I honestly expected Coco to be an Aries, but knowing he’s a virgo, makes so much sense. He reminds me a lot of all the virgos I know: thoughtful, chaotic, funny, always preaching some bullshit about philosophy.

I honestly think that if Hope and Coco get clean and escape this cult shit, they could actually be a really cool couple. They’re both very philosophical and deep thinking people that could probably go hours talking about shit like conspiracies or the meaning of the fucking universe.

I kind of see Hope and Gaby being old ladies (do the Mayans even call the wives/ gfs that ?) to Coco and EZ. I honestly just think that EZ and Gaby look so good together, and balance each other out so well (if she could just be a tiny bit more sensitive to his PTSD), that I don’t want them to break up. Maybe it’s because I don’t see an end to them that doesn’t result in EZ being fucking destroyed. And Gaby is like the cutest person ever. I think that if the writers do make her a regular, they would probably make it so over time, Gaby loses her sweetness and turns bad or kinda numb. This girl has been on the show for like what six episodes, why am I already so fucking invested in her character?

Also, someone said that Gaby and EZ remind them of Tara and Jax. Please, no.

Anyway, this shit is getting long so lemme wrap it up.

Emily’s face when she saw Gaby, was fucking amazing. Her realizing she’s not gonna always have EZ was such a great moment. And, “You’re very pretty.”, girl what ? Bishop is kinda wild for what he said to Antonia, but I get his emotional turmoil and how he feels like the last of his family is leaving him. EZ taking Gaby to the beach for the first time ? Love that. And the phone call between EZ and Felipe was so emotional and spoke a lot of words without speaking .. a lot of words. The Minnie and Adelita reunion was so heart warming and Adelita saying they need to be prepared has me worried for whatever tf she’s gonna do.

[blackmissfrizzle]

The Dress

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Based off of this

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, Implied smut, angst, and fluff!!!

A/N: My first Angel fic and I’m in love. Also, I’ll probably use this same idea with different guys, so if you don’t like Angel, you may be getting someone different!

This time you were sure blood was drawn. What did you do to deserve such horrendous torture?

“Ouch, that hurt,” you complained, staring down at the perpetrator.

“If you’d be still, then it wouldn’t hurt,” Marisol sassed back.

“Oh god,” you muttered to yourself, which in return earned you a smack to your bottom. “Don’t use the good Lord’s name in vain!” Marisol scolded you.

Marisol better be lucky that you love her or otherwise you wouldn’t be doing her this favor. She was the best seamstress in Santo Padre and made you many dresses for the events your father dragged you to. So, when she asked you for a favor you weren’t hesitant.

Her granddaughter was getting married, but she lived in LA and wasn’t accessible for dress fittings. Luckily, you and her granddaughter had the same measurements, so Marisol asked if you could stand in for her and you agreed.

“Aw, mija you trying to become skin and bones?” She asked, feeling around your hips.

You palmed your face. Only Marisol would think losing a couple of pounds on your thick frame as a bad thing. “Don’t worry, Marisol. I won’t lose too much, so you can finish the dress.”

“I’m not worried about that! It’s Angelito that may have something to say.”

Rolling your eyes, you dared to ask the woman why she would even mention your best friend. “What does Angel have to do with this?”

“Because men want a woman with curves they can hold onto.”

“We’re just- ”

“Best friends,” Marisol finished for you. “Yeah, yeah yeah, you always say that. But the way he follows you around like a lost puppy dog, suggests otherwise.”

Just as you were opening your mouth for a witty retort, the roar of motorcycles announcing the arrival of the Mayans.

As usual Bishop was the first one through the door, flanked by Hank and Taza. The men first greeted Marisol, but soon noticed you. “Who’s the lucky guy and why haven’t we met him?” Bishop asked, opening up his arms for a hug.

Quickly Marisol swept Bishop’s arms away from your direction. “Don’t you dare get your dirty, greasy biker hands near my dress! And she’s not getting married, just a real life mannequin for my granddaughter.”

“Thank God! Don’t want Angel to have a heart attack,” Hank teased. You narrowed your eyes at him, as everyone in the room began to laugh.

The loud creaking of the front door notified you of more people coming in the house. “Woah, who knew you looked good in a dress?” Coco commented soon as he saw you.

“Screw you, Coco! I wear dresses all the time!”

“Yeah, to those fancy ass parties, never around us.”

Coco had a point. Around the Mayans you only wore jeans and t-shirts. You could relax with them unlike with your dad. He always had you prancing around and mingling at overrated parties, so he could gain more clients for his private security firm.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” EZ said, pulling you from your thoughts. Next to him was his older brother, eyes wide open and mouth bobbing up and down, leaving you wondering if you looked horrible in the dress.

You thought you did the one armed dress service. The cinched waist hid your tummy and the ruffles gave you a princess flair. Also, white always looks good on brown skin, but maybe Angel thought otherwise. “Hey, second-best looking Reyes brother, what do you think?”

Instead of answering you, Angel bolted out the door. “He’s uh, still drunk.” EZ tried to excuse his brother, but the lie was unbelievable. You knew what a drunk Angel looked like and that Angel looked anything but drunk.

Marisol refused to let you follow him, stating some outdated nonsense like a woman never chases after a man. So you dutifully stood there, wondering did you look that bad, while the rest of the Mayans ate the food Marisol fixed for them and threatened to kick Angel’s ass for you.

Hours later you found yourself outside of the Mayans clubhouse. Angel wouldn’t respond to any of your texts and you were tired of being ignored.

You didn’t know the specifics, but you knew they closed some deal with another MC, Sons of something , you couldn’t recall. But they were celebrating the deal with an infamous Mayans party.

The lot was littered with motorcycles, bikers, barely dressed women and beer bottles. And inside the clubhouse it was no different.

EZ was at the bar pouring drinks instead of partying. He nodded to you and then pointed in the direction of where Angel was sitting.

Great, the man-whore had two biker bimbos in his lap. Each woman sneered at you when approached him. “Reyes we need to talk.”

“Not right now, Y/N.” Angel replied, not even glancing your way.

“Yeah, go away you big fat black cow,” one of the girls muttered.

Suddenly, the girl was on the ground with Angel standing over her, yelling at her to leave and never to come back. At least Angel never let anyone disrespect you, even if he did.

Deciding to wait him out, you went to the bar, where EZ had a drink waiting for you. “That guy’s a real asshole,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted your pity party.

“Huh,” you turned to the stranger. His kutte wasn’t like the Mayans, so he had to be from the other MC. On the corner it read ‘Prez’ then ‘SAMCRO.’ But his kutte didn’t hold your attention for too long, because his face was so damn beautiful. If you weren’t already half in love with Angel, you would’ve thought he was the best looking guy there.

“That guy’s an asshole for dismissing the most beautiful woman here. But I guess I would be intimidated by you as well.”

“Intimidated? No way, Angel’s not interested in me.”

The stranger pointed the end of his beer towards Angel, who was burning holes on the middle of his head. “Then why is he staring daggers at me?”

“He’s just overprotective.” You told yourself more than him. You couldn’t let yourself hope or you would be heartbroken if you learned Angel didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

The blonde man licked his lips and stared at you. “Wanna test that?”

It seemed the man had good intentions, but you never know with bikers. “How,” you asked suspiciously.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Jax Teller, president of Sons of Anarchy.” He introduced himself, reaching for your hand for a handshake.

“Y/N Y/L/N, disgruntled best friend.” When you put your hand in his, he pulled you to him, mere inches from his face. Once again he asked if you trusted him and this time you shook your head yes.

In an instant Jax’s lips were claiming yours. He licked the seam of your lips, asking for access inside of your mouth and you granted it. His kiss was fiery and passionate, and you wished you could enjoy it more instead of wishing it was a certain Mayan.

Feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders, you thought it was Jax until you were pulled away. Looking up at the culprit, you saw stormy brown eyes that belong to Angel Reyes. Without saying a word he dragged you out and into EZ’s RV.

“What the fuck was that?” Angel screamed at you. You had to admit he was hot when he was angry, but you didn’t like when he was angry at you.

“It’s called kissing. And here I thought you got passed first base. Guess I was wrong.” Shrugging your shoulders you moved passed Angel to leave, but he quickly blocked your path.

“Why the fuck did you have your lips on another MC’s president? Specifically the one we’re doing business with. What, you want to be some white boy’s cum dump?”

Angel knee he fucked up when he saw the surprised reaction on your face, so he braced himself for what was coming next. Without disappointment, you decked Angel in the face. “Fuck you! How about you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all day?”

Silently, Angel stood there contemplating if he should tell you the truth. Only thing was, he was taking too long. “Ok, nothing? I guess I’ll be keeping Jax’s bed warm tonight.”

“The dress,” he muttered weakly.

“What about the dress? Did I look that awful in it that you had to avoid me the rest of the day? Because if that’s the case, you’re a real shitty friend Angel Reyes. All you had to say is I looked bad in it.” You continued rambling on how he could’ve told you in different ways that he didn’t like the dress, until he interrupted you.

“Fuck no, querida! I was thinking the opposite!” Calming down, Angel led you to the table and knelt before you while you sat. “I was thinking about how I would love to see you in that dress walking down an aisle towards me. I was thinking about the kids we could have and the fun we would have making them. I was thinking about how I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ll never be enough for her because she deserves better.” At the end of his declaration, Angel laid his head in your lap and cried.

For a moment, his declaration left you stunned, but once you realized you hadn’t said anything, you confessed your own feelings. “I love you, Angel Reyes. And not as a best friend, but as the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Angel lifted his head up to make sure he was hearing you right. Cupping his face, you leaned your forehead against his. “I love you, Angel and if I ever hear you say you’re not good enough for me, I will personally put a cap in your ass. You hear me?”

“You know I get hard every time you threaten to physically hurt me?” He joked, obviously back to his old self.

Weakly you pushed him away, but he wouldn’t budge. “You’re disgusting, Angel!”

“But you love me anyway, like I do you.”

With your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, you replied, “Unfortunately, you’re right.”

Angel snuggled his face in the crook of your neck and began leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “Dame un beso, querida.” He gruffly commanded into your ear.

Happily obliging, you gave Angel the kiss he asked for. His was much more enjoyable than Jax’s and you knew he ruined you for other men. Angel’s kiss was reminding you that you were always his and always will be. The kiss was stirring up desires, that you would have to apology to EZ for sating them in his RV. Sadly, a knock interrupted any future plans.

“Y/N, you ain’t kill him? It’s too quiet in there.” Coco’s muffled voice carried through. You both stood up and you were about to turn the door knob until Angel stopped you.

He took his kutte off and put it on you. “Just so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially Teller.”

You laughed at Angel’s possessiveness and kissed him quickly. “He was just helping me out.” Angel rolled his eyes, remembering the predatory look in Jax’s eyes when he saw you. “Really, babe. He wanted to see if he could get a rise out of you.”

“Yeah, well this tells him and everyone you’re off limits. Now open the door, before we let Coco loudly know I’m not dead.” He smacked your ass as you opened the door.

When the door completely opened, it revealed all of the Mayans and a couple of the Sons. All of them had smirks on their faces and you assumed it was at how crazy you looked. Your hair was flying everywhere and Angel had your brown lipstick on his lips.

Coco started a slow clap that eventually had all the Mayans joining in. Both you and Angel flipped them off, but they all just laughed it off.

“Angel’s finally got his head out from stuck up his ass. Just took another man taking interest in Y/N.” Bishop commented. Basically everyone had said the same thing and congratulated you two. The only disappointed ones were the girls who hung around the bar. Even Jax congratulated you two, but told you to him up if Angel messed up.

Throughout the night, you and Angel would randomly tell each other ‘I love you.’ And even though, you were hearing and saying it excessively, you knew you would never grow tired of it, because Angel was the one for you and vice versa.

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Grey Socks

This apart came around quicker then I had expected and I’am working slowly on the next part, which I’ am excited about. Slightly based on season 3 but with my own twist. Shout out to my Bishop Beta @beccabarba for reading over it, thank you always lovely.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

Warnings: “What the f**k Steve” moment, swearing and of course smut.

WC: 2549

Enjoy x

The sun was starting to go down and a cold snap started sweeping through making your body cover in goose bumps. You picked up your grey socks from next to you, pulling them on your feet and wrapped a blanket around you, lifting your feet up to rest on the wooden rail of the porch. The silence that surrounded you should have comforted you, but it was so loud it was deafening. You watched as the waves crashed on the sand as the sun went down, when your burner cell started to ring,

“Hey Baby” Bishop’s voice came over the other end of the phone “You ok?”

“Hey babe. I’ am ok” you sighed. “You ok”?”

“I’ am ok. I promise, baby, not much longer. I miss you”

“I miss you too, so much. I’ am sorry I couldn’t be there with you today,” a tear rolled down you cheek and you sniffed.

“Don’t cry baby, it’s ok. Wish you were here.” You could only nod and you wiped the tears away with the back of your hand. “As soon as everything is sorted I’ll be up there to get you. Bring you home to me. I love you Y/N”  

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone just as Steve and Gabby walked out the back door carrying bowls of Chilli Con Carne and fresh bread that you and Gabby made earlier.  

There was an all-out war with the club and things had started to get too close to home. You had ended up in tears when Bishop had ask you to get out of town with Gabby. It was lucky you had a lot of long service leave up your sleeve; Bishop had asked you to use a month. Rosa moved to her sister’s place just out of town for now and you had paid for your parents to go and stay with your Aunty and Uncle in New York for the same amount of time you were away, telling them they needed a break.  

You packed everything that was important to you, locking it in your parent’s basement, and packed enough clothes to last. Bishop didn’t want you to leave the beach house at all. You and Bishop come to an agreement to shut off your social media and to turn off and leave your phone at home. He bought you and himself a burner cell to keep in contact, and Taza moved you and Gabby to a safe house. The club left Steve with you both just in case.  

You had pretty much eaten dinner in silence, Gabby getting a call from Ez not long before your call from Bishop, both your eyes puffy from crying. It had been 3 and half weeks, you just wanted to go home. Steve took the plates inside and was tidying up, you sitting back on the day bed, feet up on the rail listening to the ocean when Gabby walked back out with a cup of tea for you and herself, sitting down next to you. You pulled the blanket off your shoulders and draped it over both your laps. You took a sip of your tea and you almost spat it out with how sweet it was,  

“You ok?” Gabby looked at you worried.

“Who made the tea?”

“Steve, why?”

“What the fuck Steve! How many sugars did you put in it?”

“Sorry Y/N”

You and Gabby had a little giggle and then both fell silent, the sound of the waves filling the air again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you looked at Gabby who was staring out into the darkness.

“Can we do this for the rest of our lives? Being in love with men that put us in this kind of situation. Marry them? Have children with them? Have a future with them?”  

“You love Ez?” You asked. Gabby nodded “He treats you well?” Gabby nodded again “What else is there to think about? He isn’t a bad man. Ez is amazing, he will be an amazing husband and father.”

“You grew up with him?”

“I did. Our families are close friends. Gabby- don’t give up on him just because of the club. They are all good men. We all have two sides, they just can’t hide their other side like the rest of us can.”

“You love Bishop a lot” Gabby grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I do. He is the best thing that has happened to me. Even if I’ am in hiding because of him” you both giggled “No one said it was going to be easy, but really is any relationship?”

Gabby let go of your hand and lent over hugging you when revs of motor bikes ripped through the air and you both gasped, jumping up, fear pulsing through you, and running to the door just as Steve opened it walking out carrying a baseball bat,

“Get inside. Lock the doors”

“Steve” you grabbed his arm tears coming to your eyes.

“I’ll be fine. You know what to do. Go please”

You ran inside locking the doors behind you grabbing the baseball bat from next to the fridge and coming back to stand next to the door, Gabby huddled into your side,

“Go upstairs and hide in my room. If anything happens go through the doors to the balcony, climb down, run and call Ez. Just like we talked about,” Gabby nodded her eyes filled with tears as she ran up the stairs two at a time.

“Fuck Steve” you heard Ez’s voice “It’s just us”

Rage bolted through you. You unlocked the door, baseball bat still in hand storming out seeing Ez and Bishop walking up the stairs. You raised your eye brows at them and Bishop could see on your face that you were pissed,

“What the actual fuck?” you spat at them both “A heads up would have been nice” You pointed the end of the baseball bat at Ez’s chest “Do you have any idea what you just done to us?” you snarled. Ez held his hands up in surrender and a smirk on his face “Don’t smirk at me Ezekiel”  

Ez pushed the bat away, it dropping out of your hand to the ground out of the way and he wrapped you in his arm kissing the top of your head, “Maybe we should patch you in, you’re scarier than Steve,” the 3 men laughed,

“Yeah she is actually” Steve blurted out and you rolled your eyes.

“Where’s Gabby?” Ez looked down at you.

“Hiding upstairs waiting to climb down off the balcony”  

You pulled away from Ez poking your head inside the door yelling out to Gabby it was safe and Ez walked in followed by Steve. You turned around to Bishop standing on the second step down from the top. You rushed over to him wrapping your arms around him, his around you and he nuzzled his face into your chest while your fingers ran through his hair, scraping your nails over his sculp. Bishop pulled back slightly looking up at you. You dipped your head catching his lips with yours, kissing him deeply. Without breaking the kiss Bishop pushed you back stepping up to be level with you. Bishop finally broke the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks leaning his forehead on yours,

“I’ve missed you baby, so much. I’ am sorry we scared you. I wanted to surprise you”  

“Surprise is an understatement” you giggled “I missed you too”

“It’s all fixed baby, I can take you home” Bishop’s lips came up to kiss your forehead “Got any beer around here?”

You went to the fridge grabbing a couple of bottles. You gave one to Steve who was sitting on the couch watching TV, giving him a kiss on the cheek thanking him for looking after you and Gabby. You picked up the other two bottles walking up stairs to find Bishop. Gabby and Ez locked away in her room. As you walked into your bedroom you seen the sliding doors open and Bishop was sitting on the double seater outdoor couch and you walked out to him,

“Here babe” you handed Bishop a beer.

“Thank you baby” He grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and then patted his thigh so you would sit down.  

You sat across Bishop’s lap, one of his arms going around your middle and his other that was holding the beer resting across your legs. Your hand that was around his shoulder’s came up to run your fingers over the nape of his neck and he sighed into your touch,

“You ok?” you whispered.

“Better now I’ am with you. I missed you baby”

“Missed you too” you lent down, your lips connecting with his.

The kiss started soft and tender and soon turned heated when Bishop’s hand that was around your middle started to slide up your back and into your hair pushing your head into him more deepening the kiss. You swallowed each other’s groans and whimpers. Without breaking the kiss Bishop reached behind, with his other hand sitting his bottle of beer on the table behind the couch and then did the same to yours.

Once both bottles where on the table, Bishop started to run his hand up your thigh and up under your shirt. His big warm rough hand ran up over your skin up to your breast groping it through your bra. You arched into his touch, your hand now threaded up into his hair and your other running over his solid chest down between you both to cup his hard cock through his jeans.

You broke the kiss and moved yourself to straddle his lap, both your hands resting on his bearded cheeks as your lips collided with his again, the kiss all teeth and tongues. You started to roll yours hips down on Bishop and you heard a growl rattle through his chest. You pulled back from the kiss giggling at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his neck peppering his face with kisses, both of Bishop’s hands rubbing the tops of your thighs and up your sides.

“I missed your noises,” You brushed your nose over his and he chuckled low.

You rolled your hips over Bishop again, your lips crashing on his once more, kissing him deeply. Bishop gripped your ass cheeks tight, pulling you down on him as he grunted into your mouth bucking up into you.  

You reached down between you both undoing his jean button and zipper sliding your hand into his boxers pulling out his hard length wrapping your hand around him giving him a couple of quick pumps up and down. Bishop pulled back from the kiss, his head falling back with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open groaning. You lent forward kissing around his neck and he bucked up into your hand.

“Missed this?” you grazed your teeth over his bearded chin.

“Fuck yes” Bishop grunted.

You moved away to stand and pushed down your tights and panties, them hitting the floor and you stepped out of them. Bishop wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his hard cock lazily, looking up at you with hooded eyes as he watched you pull your shirt and bra off throwing them on the floor. You sat back on his lap, the coolness of his fully clothed body made you shiver when it met your hot skin and when your sensitive nipples brush over the rough cotton of his shirt, you rolled your hips down again, brushing your core over his jeans and you bit your bottom lip wanting more.

You lifted yourself up slightly lining Bishop to you moving to slid down on him, your wet centre wrapping around him. You paused for a moment to catch your breath. Bishop made quick work pulling off his leather vest and undoing a couple of his shirt buttons pulling it up and over his head, followed by his under shirt, throwing them on the floor leaving him bare chested. You wrapped your arms back around Bishop’s neck, your hands going into his hair, your boobs resting on his chest and he lent forward, his lips landing on your skin leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, his beard running along your skin made you groan as he went and you rolled your hips over him fast, he bucking up into you hard.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” Bishop breathed into your skin before looking up to lock eyes with you, both his arms wrapping around your middle pulling you down on him harder as he bucked up into you.

“You feel amazing babe” you breathed out before you dipped your head kissing him deeply, your tongues rolling together.

You broke the kiss, your forehead resting on his as your release raced through you and you had to remember not to scream so the others didn’t hear you. You choked out Bishop’s name and you rolled your hips through your high when Bishop bucked up hard grunting, his seed spilling into you and his head dropping back on the couch breathless. You stilled your movements, the smell of salty air taking over the smell of sex and your heavy breathing almost as loud as the crashing waves.  

Bishop cupped your cheeks and pulled you towards him, his lips landing on yours for another deep kiss. You got up off him and walked to grab a blanket off the bed to wrap around you both as you both snuggled into each other on the couch, Bishop’s arm wrapped around you, his hand brushing through your hair as you rested on his shoulder,

“Baby, I want to ask you something” Bishop felt you go stiff against him and he tightened his grip around you and kissed the top of your head “Nothing bad”

“Ok, I’ am listening” You sat back slightly looking over up at him.

“I want you to move in with me” a grin pulled across your face “I have spoken to your Dad and Mum they gave us their blessing and Rosa is moving into the granny flat next door at the end of the month”

You looked out into the dark letting that all sink in as Bishop ran his hand up and down your back over the blanket,

“There is no granny flat next door” you looked up at him raising an eye brow.

“Will be at the end of the month” Bishop smirked at you and you nodded.  

“You managed all this in-between everything else going on?”  

“No. I started the ball rolling before all this shit happened. Your stuff can be moved into my place when we get back and Rosa has moved in with Coco till the end of the month”

“What if I say no?” you smirked at him with your eye brows raised and he laughed loud.

“Emily said you could move in with her” you both laughed and you nudged his side scoffing “If you don’t-“

“No” you almost shouted “I want to. I never want to be away from you again” you smiled reaching up to rest your hand on his cheek “I can’t wait for you to come home to me every night”

“Me too baby, me too.”

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[breanime]

“You always this quiet?” and “Are you fucking insane?” for 1 Coco Cruz 😘

You got it, my sweet baby! Here’s my first Coco piece... I hope you like it!

When you called the clubhouse requesting a favor, you expected Bishop to send Taza at best and Chucky (God love him) at worst. You were expecting a lively conversation where you detailed your night on the ride back to the clubhouse with maybe a little bit of friendly ribbing (if it was Taza or even EZ) or strangely sage advice (if it was Chucky).

What you got was cold, tense silence from one Johnny “Coco” Cruz.

You sat in the passenger seat, hands in your lap, staring straight ahead. You still had your hospital bracelet on, and your fingertips were stained black from when you had to get processed for holding once the doctor cleared you. The other ladies in the holding cell were impressed and amused that you’d gone from the ER to the sheriff’s in the span of only a few hours.

Coco, it seemed, was neither impressed nor amused.

He hadn’t said anything since he picked you up in the truck, only muttering “get in” when you approached. You wondered what was going on; he had been fine the last time you spoke to him, as quietly sweet and doting as always when you dropped off lunch for him, Angel, and Gilly two days ago, and things with the MC were good, as far as you knew. But now he was glaring at the road, one hand on the wheel, a scowl on his face, and his eyebrows knitted together.

Something was definitely wrong.

“Things good with the club?” You asked a little nervously.

He shrugged.

“And Letty? She’s okay?”

Coco nodded.

“That’s good,” you fiddled with the hospital bracelet, “I know she was looking for a part-time job. She been having any luck with that?”

He grunted.

You sighed, looking out of the passenger side window. This was getting you nowhere. Your relationship with Coco was still in its early stages; the two of you flirted, and he always went out of his way to be sweet to you, and he invited you to the parties and get togethers the club had, and the two of you definitely had something between you, but neither of you ever moved it along. But this was the first time he’d ever been short with you, and you didn’t like it.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” You tried again. “Nothing’s on your mind?”

“Nah.”

You sighed again, crossing your arms over your seatbelt. “You always this quiet?” You asked, more to get a reaction out of him then anything else.

“Yup,” he said, his voice practically a growl.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him. Coco was usually a pretty passionate man, but you could tell he was holding it all in, which wasn’t like him. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up your ass, or just keep talking in single syllables?”

Coco huffed. “I don’t feel like talking.”

“Why not? Are you mad?” You leaned forward a bit. “Are you mad at me? Is that it?”

“Can you stop with all the damn questions?” He said, fingers tapping irritably against the wheel.

“Fine,” you leaned back, “Maybe you should ask the questions then. You ask, and I’ll answer.”

Coco glanced over at you, and for a second, you thought he was gonna go back to ignoring you, but then he spoke. “Are you fucking insane?”

You blinked, thrown off by both his question and the force behind it. “’Scuse me?”

“The fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? Huh? You get into a fucking bar fight, get arrested, have to get stitches?” His hand reached out and brushed against your bandage-covered forehead before dropping away. “And it took you till this long to call?” He shook his head. “And you didn’t even bother to call me, you called the fucking club—”

“—well, I knew they’d tell you eventually…” You interrupted weakly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He went on. “Fuck, Y/N, I had to learn you were in jail and hurt from fucking Angel—”

“I’m not even that hurt!” You argued. “I got a cut and got three stitches, it’s not a big deal!”

“What the fuck were you even fighting over?” He asked, still angry.

You looked out of the window again. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Y/N—”

“—It was nothing, Coco, forget it…”

Coco hit the brakes, stopping in the middle of the street, making you lean forward, seatbelt straining against you. Silently, he turned the wheel, moving the truck to the side of the road and putting it in park. He turned to you, his face clearly annoyed, and glared at you.

“You can talk or you can walk,” he said, “make a choice.”

“Jesus, Coco!” You rolled your eyes. “I got into a fight because some girl was talking shit about you!” You admitted, getting pissed all over again. “She kept trying to insult the MC, and then she started talking about your mom—which, okay, that’s fair—but then she went in on you and Letty and the guys and I had to set her ass straight!”

Coco blinked, his expression softening as he stared at you. “You were fighting… cause of me?”

“No one talks shit about you in front of me,” you said seriously, “No one—unless they want to get their ass kicked.”

He laughed, his whole face lighting up, and you felt yourself release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Fuckin’… You don’t got to do that, querida,” he said, shaking his head, “But, uh… That’s cool that you did.” He turned to you, gently brushing your hair out of your face, fingers lingering over your bandage for a moment, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. “Next time, though, fucking call me, okay? I don’t wanna hear you’re in the hospital or jail from someone else.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “next time I’m in the ER or the pen, I will call you first.”

Coco laughed again, and you leaned in. His eyes dropped down to your lips, and you felt your heart start to speed up. He looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and you wanted to drown in those dark eyes. “It’s no fun to hear your girl’s in trouble from a third party,” he said softly, “Feels pretty shitty, actually.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, a smile growing on your face.

Chuckling, Coco rolled his eyes. “You don’t look fucking sorry.”

“I know,” you grinned, “but you just called me your girl…”

“Because you are… I mean, you could be. If you want to be…” He said, starting to look a little nervous. “I want you to be.”

You leaned over then, knowing that there were no words needed. You pressed your lips to his, and you felt Coco relax against you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him as much as he could with your damned seatbelt in the way. You sighed into his mouth, feeling perfectly at home in his embrace.

You were both smiling when you pulled apart.

“I want to be your girl,” you said softly.

Coco grinned back, the action making him look so open and carefree. “Fuck, querida, you really are fucking insane.”

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Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys here’s another update of this story for y’all! Sorry I haven’t been posting much I promise I am working on updates and your requests that you have kindly given me. I’ve just been in a little rut but I promise I’m trying my best to work through it. Thank you so much for reading and your patience ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and violence

Daniella followed Angel into the scrapyard. Her nerves only increased the closer she got. She held Hope tightly to her, the little girl nuzzled against her shoulder. Her palms were sweaty and her body felt like it was shaking internally, all normal sensations for Daniella when she was nervous. She didn’t understand why she was making such a big out of this. He didn’t care about her so why should she care what he thought? Still she couldn’t shake the feeling of him wanting to be proud of her. To show him how well she turned out without him, without anyone. Even though it was hell to get there.

Composing herself, she followed Creeper and Angel into the clubhouse. She immediately looked around taking in her surroundings. A habit she had developed over the years.

“He’ll be out in a minute.” Creeper said before leaving her and Angel alone in the room.

Angel smiled looking down at Hope. “She looks just like you. You’re gonna be a little heartbreaker like your mother, huh?” He asked tickling Hope with zero reaction from the girl besides her squirming away from him and closer to Dani.

Daniella rolled her eyes as she looked around the small space. The place was littered with Mayans memorabilia making the place seem more homey, but that seemed to be the purpose of the clubhouse. A home for the members of the club. Daniella knew enough about MC’s to know they were much bigger than just a club, they were a family.

She could relate, she had her own sense of family away from blood with the women she worked with. They were more of a family to her then she ever had, always looked after. They had her back just like she would always have thiers.

Many people looked down on them, like they were less than because of their line of work. Thinking of them as only an object to get off too, a warm body at their disposal, but they were so much more than that. Those women were the strongest, most incredible people she had ever met. As fucked up as a situation that it was that got Daniella into prostitution it was one of the best things for her. Another step in the right direction that led her to where she was now, who she was now.

“So, is her father in the picture?” Angel asked.

Daniella turned her attention back to Angel actually welcoming the conversation as a distraction for her bundle of nerves about meeting her own father. “No, it’s just us. Her dad is kind of a piece of shit anyways, it's better this way.” It wasn’t a lie.

Angel nodded, tucking that information away. At least he didn’t have competition with that douchebag. “Anyone else?” He asked. He had to know if there was any man whatsoever in the two girl’s lives, had to know if there was an opening for him.

“Nope, just us.” She repeated, “And before you say anything else no, we aren’t looking for anyone else.” Well besides Bishop Daniella thought. “And we don’t need anyone else.” She wasn’t here to flirt, or find love, or any of that shit. She was here for only one man. He was her top priority. She couldn’t afford any distractions and Angel was just that, one tall, attractive distraction.

Angel went to speak up again only getting cut off once more as Daniella’s attention was immediately drawn to the Templo’s door opening.

Bishop and Taza came out of Templo to meet their potential new girl. With Taza just behind him Bishop momentarily froze in his place when he met the eyes of the young woman. Eyes he knew so well, eyes he never thought he’d see again. The eyes of the love of his life staring back at him. It was like seeing a ghost or being shot back to his past. His heart clenched in his chest at the memory of what was lost to him, of what he tried to bury all those years ago when he gave up all hope.

It was all so surreal.

She looked just like her mother. Being in the same room with both her and Bishop the likeness couldn’t go unnoticed by Taza either.

Bishop composed himself quickly, looking cool on the outside as he approached her, his daughter.

He just knew it was her.

“Bishop Losa,” He introduced himself with a smile. He was so caught up in his own thoughts when he saw her that he almost didn’t notice the small child in her arms.

Daniella was praying he wouldn’t notice her trembling hands as she kept her grip on Hope. One thing for sure the two had in common was being able to remain their composure on the outside despite the rushing thoughts and emotions running through them.

“Daniella,” She said with a smile, “and this is my daughter, Hope.”

Daniella, Bishop thought to himself, and Hope. His daughter Hope, now went by the name Daniella and ironically named her own daughter Hope.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Daniella.” Bishop said. “Why don’t we have a seat,” He suggested nodding over to a table in the back. “Angel can take your daughter. “ He saw the uncertainty in her eyes as she contemplated his suggestion. “They’ll stay close, won’t go out of sight.”

“Okay,” Daniella agreed, passing Hope over to Angel. She tenderly tucked a strand of Hope’s hair behind her ear. “I’ll be just over there, okay?” She told the young girl, “I won’t be far.”

“I’ve got her.” Angel reassured her before taking Hope over to the bar and setting her on top of it. He watched as she kept her eyes on her mother, sucking her thumb before turning her head to look up at him, her big eyes melting his heart.

Daniella stole one last glance at Hope before taking her place across from Bishop at the table. It was crazy how in just the few days she had known Hope she had become so attached to her. She couldn’t imagine being here alone anymore. Deep down she needed Hope maybe more than Hope needed her.

“So, Daniella.” Bishop started, “Where are you from? We haven’t seen you around before.”

“All over the place, really,” Daniella said with a friendly smile. One that anyone during an interview would have. “But most recently Stockton.”

“Stockton?” Taza spoke up from where he was standing behind Bishop. “What were you doing there?”

Rowena suggested she stick as close to the truth as possible that way she would be less likely to slip up so that was exactly what Daniella was going to do. “I’m going to be honest with you,” She started. The way the two men perked up at those words and how they were observing her rather carefully was not unnoticed by Daniella.

At the same time, she was doing the same thing to Bishop. She took in every detail of him that she could. The way he spoke, how he held himself, and any little movements he made.

Bishop was waiting for her to tell him she was his daughter. He tried to plan out what he would say to her, what he should say to her. What do you say to your daughter who was taken from you so long ago? Who probably did not have an easy life, who you loved with all your heart but was not there for?

“I just got out of a luxury stay I had booked at Stockton State Prison.”

That was not what the two men were expecting to hear. Taza smiled to himself, like father like daughter. Both were clearly trouble makers.

“I was booked for possession of heroin with intent to sell, being under the influence of heroin, and resisting arrest.” She watched the men, mostly Bishop trying to read any reactions. “The heroin wasn’t mine, it was my step dad’s.” She explained. Leaning down on the table she clasped her hands together. “Look, I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of but I’m clean now and just want to start fresh not only for me, but for Hope.” 

“I appreciate the honesty, Daniella.” Bishop said. He wanted to reach over and grab her hand in his but didn’t. To hear what she had been through broke him. His baby girl was never supposed to have that life, but it’s the life Joselynn had so it was no surprise that she had been dragged under with her. He wanted to kill Joselynn for what she did, and kill fucking Billy too because he was almost certain the scumbag was involved as well. “We believe in second chances here. I can see you are trying to start new, that’s admirable.”

The warmth practically radiated from him making Daniella almost forget every horrible thing she knew about him, almost. She knew better than to let his act fool her though.

“What about any of your other family?” Bishop questioned. Daniella couldn't really see how that would pertain to the job but kept listening regardless. “Is your mother around? Or your father?”

“No.” She said plainly sitting back in her seat.

“What about her father?” Bishop asked nodding back to the little girl on the bar who was staring back at them waiting patiently for her mother to be done paying no mind to Angel who was trying to give her his keys.

“Not in the picture. It’s just us.”

Bishop nodded. Whoever the prick was did not deserve her time or to be in the young girl’s life in his opinion and he really hoped to never meet the man. “Okay, well we will of course have to do a background check.” He informed her. Now was her chance to speak up.

“Of course,” she smiled that fake smile again, that smile her mother used to give to anyone she was not too fond of. To anyone else it looked like a normal polite smile but Bishop knew better. “I don’t have anything to hide. I’m an open book.”

“Well, Daniella, find a sitter for your kid and you can start as soon as tomorrow. I think you will be a great addition around here.”

“Great,” her smile became more genuine. She was not expecting it to be so easy to get a job. “I already have a girl. You won’t regret this, I promise. Thank you so much, Bishop.”

Bishop smiled at her shaking her hand before she headed back towards Hope scooping the girl up in her arms and exciting the clubhouse with Angel behind her.

Stepping forward Taza set his hand on Bishop’s shoulder giving it a squeeze. “She's finally home, hermano." Taza said looking at the door where they just disappeared from. "Do you think she knows?"

"She knows." The way she was carefully watching him during their interview was what really gave her away. She knew who he was, he was certain of that. Maybe she didn't know he was her father but she definitely knew of him. "There's no way her showing up here is a coincidence."

"Are you going to tell her?"

“No,” Bishop shook his head. “I want her to come to me. She’s been through enough already. Who knows what lies Joselyn filled her head with. Now is not the time. I just got her back," Bishop's voice softened as he thought of losing his daughter once more. "I don’t want to push her away already.” More than anything he wanted to learn more about the woman she had become.

Taza understood where his brother was coming from. He never personally met Joselyn but as one of Bishop’s closest confidants he had heard the story of how he lost his love and his daughter in the same night. Bishop would not often talk about it but he never truly gave up looking for her either, even after all these years. None of them could have expected that she would be the one to find them first.

“So how does it feel, grandpa?” Taza teased.

Bishop shook his head with a smile. “Fuck off.” Standing up from his seat he passed Taza with a pat to the shoulder before making his way back to Templo. Taza watched his brother head in and close the door behind him before heading outside with the other’s to give him a moment alone.

Sitting down on his chair at the head of the table Bishop pulled the old diamond engagement ring out of his cut where he had kept it since the day he lost his family. It was nothing fancy, a simple small diamond on a silver band but his Evelia would have loved it. She was a simple woman who only needed two things in her life, Bishop and their daughter, her family.

As much as he missed her he was thankful that she did not have to live with the pain of losing their daughter like he had. At least she was spared that much. She would not have survived that.

Brining the ring to his lips he gave it a small kiss before placing it back into his pocket just over his heart. He rested his hand on top of the leather where he could just barely feel the delicate jewelry as he thought about his family and how he now had a chance to know his daughter. “She’s home, amor. She’s finally home.” He murmured. “I promise I won’t lose her again. I won’t fail her or you this time.”

Carrying Hope, Daniella headed back to her vehicle in a bit of a daze trying to fully wrap her mind around the interaction. She finally met him, actually talked to her father. She wasn’t sure how to feel in this moment and Angel walked beside her going on and on about who knows what was not helping. She could only faintly hear his voice as he talked her ear off, his words sounding muffled as her mind was elsewhere. She wasn’t listening to him but he didn't seem to notice or care. He could be telling her his deepest darkest secrets and she would never know.

“Yo. Earth to Dani.” Angel said, sticking his phone closer to her face until she subconsciously reached out and took it. He was just talking about getting her number for work which she had nodded along to but now it was like she had not listened to a single thing he had said.

“What?” Dani asked looking over at him. They were now stopped in front of her black ford focus.

"Your number?" Angel nodded down at his phone in her hand. "For work."

She shifted Hope on her hip as she looked at Angel’s bright screen with the beginnings of a new contact with her name across the screen. “Is this your way of getting my number? Man you really don’t give up. You’ve hit on me what, three times now in one day? That’s gotta be some type of record.”

Angel licked his lips leaning against her car annoying her further. She wanted to play hard to get than that was fine with him. He liked the chase. “Just for work purposes, I swear little mama." Angel smirked.

Daniella was more irritated now as she glared back at him. “So you’re telling me you aren’t going to use it as a way to send unsolicited dick pics of your,” Daniella paused to glance down at the crotch of Angel’s jeans before back up to his face with her own smirk, “less than impressive package?”

“Trust me one night in my bed and you won’t be saying that.”

Danielle chuckled, unlocking the door to her vehicle. “Trust me,” she said opening her back door nudging Angel out of the way. Bending over she set Hope into her car seat making sure she was secure all while feeling Angel’s gaze directly on her ass. Once she had Hope fully situated and buckled she turned back to face Angel. “That won’t be happening.”

Now that sounded like a challenge to Angel. “We’ll see about that.” Walking backwards he smirked as Daniella glared at him. Looking past her he waved to Hope. “Bye Hope,” He said before meeting Dani’s eyes. “See you tomorrow little mama.” Smirking Angel left her with that turning around heading back to the scrapyard. The car door slammed behind him before the vehicle started up and headed down the road. He wanted to turn back around and give her one last look but he was not going to. He was exactly where he wanted to be, under her skin.

****

Daniella shot up in bed clutching her stomach as the pain pierced through her abdomen so vividly. She was drenched in sweat and consumed by panic as she tried to come to her senses. Looking down she found her shaking hands free of blood bringing her some comfort as she came back to reality.

It was just another nightmare.

“Fuck,” she breathed out running her hand through her hair. Reaching over she grabbed a scrunchy from the bedside table and piled her hair on top of her head securing it loosely. Looking over she found Hope sound asleep and sprawled out across the other side of the bed, her hair sticking to her face from the heat that radiated from the young girl while she was asleep. She brushed the strand off her forehead before slipping out of bed in hopes of not disturbing her.

Padding down the hall she made her way effortlessly through the dark apartment snatching her pack of cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table on her way to the window. She unlocked it and slid the pane up. Daniella situated herself on the windowsill, one leg dangling out the edge with her back resting against the side. Lighting up a cigarette she took a long drag holding it a moment before blowing the smoke out and into the night. She leaned her head back and stared out at the full moon. They say strange things happen during full moons. Maybe that was the reason behind the violent nightmares. But if that were the case she wouldn’t have so many so often. No she knew that wasn’t true and didn’t believe in all of that anyways.

No matter how many times she had the nightmares they always seemed to shake her up, feeling just as real as when she was in prison. Most of the time it was just flashbacks of her time inside, more often than not the day she was jumped in the hall. She would never forget that moment, the rush of adrenaline when they grabbed her, the piercing pain, the metallic smell mixing with the sickeningly strong aroma of bleach from the cleanup that happened just prior.

Two women grabbed her and held her tightly in their grasps against the wall as the third, some woman with red hair and the most sinister smile on her face pulled out the shiv and waved it in front of her face, teasing her with the sharp object. “With love from Billy bitch!” The woman sneered. Before Daniella could really register what was happening the shiny metal was pierced through her abdomen, not once, not twice, but three times before they finally let up, releasing her. She clutched at the open wounds, the blood coating her hands as she collapsed onto the cold hard tile, one hand reaching out to catch herself but slipping across the floor doing nothing to lessen the impact. Leaving her with a swift kick from each the last thing she remembered is watching the women be let out by the guard as her vision clouded around her.

But this time the dream was different. Instead of being in the prison she was back in her childhood home and this time it was Billy holding a knife as he sneered down at her, her mother watching on from behind, encouraging him to finally rid her of the worthless, ungrateful reminder of what she lost, of what she’d never be.

Daniella caught the brief movement from the side of her eye and looked over into the living room almost slipping out the window. Her heart leapt into her throat as she reached out catching herself before she could go anywhere. “Jesus Christ.” She muttered with her hand on her head. Daniella looked back into the brown doe eyes staring at her. “We really need to get you a damn bell or something.”

Hope sucked on her thumb as she stared at Daniella wide eyed with Mr. Bear as Daniella called him held tightly against her chest.

“Can’t sleep?” Daniella asked, putting the cigarette out and sliding back into the apartment. She pushed the window back down, latching the lock securely before closing the curtains. Crouching down in front of Hope she ran her thumb across her face, caressing her skin where a stray tear had found its way down her plump little cheek. “Me neither. How about we put on a movie, yeah?”

Standing up she walked with Hope to the couch helping boost her up onto the leather sofa. Bending over in front of Hope Danilla caressed her face. "This is our fresh start, okay? They can't hurt you anymore. No one will ever hurt you again." Kissing Hope on the forehead she gave the girl a small smile. She meant every word. She would do anything for Hope.

Stepping back to the entertainment center Daniella sat down on her knees looking through the various titles on the shelf. Unfortunately when Rowena set everything up it wasn’t with a toddler in mind. She ran her fingers across the spines of the many DVDs before pulling out Stranger Things. “How about this?” She asked holding the case up for Hope to see. “Ro said it was the first thing I needed to watch once I was out and there’s kids in it so that means it’s kid friendly, right?” Hope stared back as always snuggling into one of the purple pillows on the sofa. “Yeah, we’ll try it.” Daniella decided, popping the disc into the DVD player and grabbing the remote before sitting down next to Hope.

The show began playing the theme song quietly as Daniella stared ahead watching the colors flash across the screen. Her mind wasn’t on the show however but her meeting with her father just hours before. “I know I should have told him, but we don’t even know the guy Hope. Right now we have the upper hand, the chance to see just who he really is before we give ourselves away.” She explained. Maybe she was a coward but she had been burned too many times in her past. She wasn’t about to open herself up to him leaving herself and Hope included vulnerable to him or anyone for that matter.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she replayed the meeting over and over in her mind. “He wasn’t what I was expecting Hope.” Daniella said, turning to look at Hope. “He didn’t seem like the shitty person mom made him out to be.” She pulled her legs up onto the couch sitting criss crossed. It was weird seeing Bishop in person to Daniella. He seemed nothing like what she had envisioned from the few details her mother would give her. He seemed like a good guy and she craved to get to know him better, craved the love she didn’t receive growing up but she knew better than to get her hopes up. “But first impressions don’t mean anything, Hope.” She explained to her as Hope listened intently. She was a good listener at least. “Most people won’t show you their real colors until they’ve already sunk their claws into you. You can’t trust anyone. It’s just you and me against the world now. We gotta look out for us.” In time he’d slip up and show her the real him, it was really only just a matter of time.

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