#Redemption EZ Reyes x You

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Redemption Ch. 6

Redemption Ch. 5

“Hi Felipe” You greet as you enter his butcher shop

“Hola Y/N” “I brought you tres leches cake” “Thank you mija!” You watch as he returns to wiping down his counter “So how you been?”  “Good!” You look around “do you need help? I can sweep” “Sure the broom is there” He wasn’t going to turn down a chance to close up faster  “How’s business?” if anyone knew how hard it was to have a successful business in Santo Padre it would be him

You sigh “it’s going most of my income comes from special orders” “Well if it gets too hard, don’t be afraid to take a break sometimes it's needed” “Thanks Felipe” “Pop where’s my...” EZ walks in front from back of the building “oh Hey Y/N” “Where’s what EZ?”  “Hi EZ” you greet throwing the items from the dustpan into the trash can “My helmet, it’s not where I usually put it ” “I put it in my office, hanging on the back of the door ”  EZ nodded and went back to retrieve his helmet.  “Well I’m gonna get going, I have an early morning tomorrow. Let me know how you like the cake, I’m trying a new recipe” “Will do Y/N, have a good night” “Buenas Noches Felipe” 

When EZ walked returned to the front he looked around for you   “She left” Felipe commented knowing what he was looking for  He lowered the helmet in his hand “Oh okay”  Felipe stopped wiping the counter “What is it?” “Nothing Pop, she just left that quickly?” Felipe sat down and looked at EZ “EZ do you like the girl?”  EZ tried to hide his blush “What makes you ask that?” “Because you have a sly smile every time you talk about her which isn’t much but the smile is still there”  EZ smiles “Then I guess I do a little”  “Well what’s the hold up? Are you waiting for another man to get to her?” EZ scratched the back of his neck “It’s not easy Pop”  “Nothing in life is Ezekiel come on son! Pull yourself out of this!”  EZ nodded “right right, I’ll be back”  EZ rushed out the door and looked both ways before he saw you walking down the street towards your store

“Y/N!” He calls to you jogging towards you. “Y/N!” he yells a little louder  His voice sounds distant until he gets closer causing you to turn around “Hey EZ”  “Hey” he says gasping for air  “Need something?”  “Yea actually...”   You interject before he finishes “Okay cake order?” He smiles at you “No something else”  “Okay?” you look at him confused as to what else would he need  “Are you off this weekend?” You hold a questioning look on your face “No next weekend is my weekend off” He nods, scratching the back of his neck “So I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me next Saturday?”  You smile “Oh sure!”  “Sure?  “Yea!” there’s a brief moment of silence between you two “This is like a date?” you ask your voice becoming more faint with each word He nods at you “yes like a date” You smile at him “I would like that” “Okay I’ll come get you around 8?”  “Sounds good!” EZ smiles “have a goodnight Y/N” “Good night EZ”  You keep this information to yourself. Following the advice your therapist gave you about only involving others if you felt like you were in an abusive situation. You can’t wait for next Saturday night to approach you have picked out an outfit and planned to flatten your curls for the date.

“Pop you okay?!” EZ asked as he rushed into his dad’s butchery  Felipe was sitting down rubbing his hands “Yes son” “What happened?” EZ asked looking around to make sure everything really was okay “I heard some guys went around destroying property, luckily didn’t get to us got arrested as soon as they hit our street”  EZ relaxed  Felipe slapped his hand on the table “Fucking bastards, people work hard in this town to make ends meet and they just come destroying our things” EZ rubbed his father’s shoulder “It’s okay Pop, just try to relax” Felipe rubbed his temple “I heard the street Y/N’s shop is in got hit bad” “Shit I’m gonna go check on her, okay?” Felipe nodded, waving him off. EZ quickly got on his bike and made his way towards your store. Pop wasn’t lying there was glass all over the street 

You hear the doorbell jingle “Oh I’m closed right now, sorry for the incon...” You stop when you see EZ standing there “Y/N” he calls to you, taking in the damage.  Your glass displays were broken and the floor is littered with a mixture of glass and pastries “OH! EZ!” You quickly wipe away your tears “You okay?” You sniff “Yea just cleaning up”  you motion to the mess around  “Here let me help you” EZ says grabbing the broom from you  “No it's okay” you try to grab it back  EZ looks down at his hand feeling a wet sensation only to see blood “You’re bleeding?” He looks down at your hand that was wrapped, it just registered to him then that you were hurt “Oh it’s nothing” you say putting it behind your back  EZ drops the broom “Let me see”  “It’s no big deal really EZ”  He keeps his hands open and you give in placing your shaking left hand in his  “This is a lot of blood Y/N” he states taking in the blood soaked towel. “I’m okay”  He looks up at you “What happened?”  “I don’t know I was pushed and then this happened”

EZ looks around again “where’s a sink?”  “Oh there's a bathrooms towards the back”  He doesn’t say anything to you just carefully guiding you with his right hand on your back pushing you towards the bathroom  “Got a first aid kit?” he asks as you both stand in the bathroom “Uh yea in the kitchen against the wall it’s the Red box. The white box is for burns you’ll see it as soon as you walk in”  EZ nods and returns quickly “Let me put on some gloves” you nod and step back slowly he unravels the towel, he finds a deep concave cut accompanied by shallow cuts along the sides is revealed. “This looks pretty bad Y/N I think you need to go to the hospital” “I was planning on it after I cleaned up” you shrug  “I think you should go and get it looked at, don't worry about your shop, I’ll help you clean up.” “I guess you’re right” you respond looking at the wound. It wasn’t going to stop bleeding anytime soon. It seemed like a vein was cut in the process or the cut was just too deep. EZ wraps the gauze around your hand and grabs a clean towel. “Thanks, I’ll put pressure on it” “Where are your keys?” he asks “Oh in book bag under the counter” 

He grabs your things and ushers you out the door and into your car. You smile when you watch him readjust the driver seat moving it all the way to the back. “Sorry short” “Can’t apologize for what God Blessed you with carino”  The ride to the hospital is short due to EZ speeding all the way over there. Because you worked there, you were prioritized, there weren’t any urgent emergencies so you didn’t feel bad for jumping the line.  “Okay let’s see” Dr. Johnson says as he unwraps your hand “oooh that looks bad” You sigh “I know”  “What happened?” “Uh some guys came into the store broke the display glasses and pushed me I fell on glass” He examines  “Oooh looks painful let me get you some lidocaine before we start cleaning you up.” “Thanks Johnson” “They pushed you?” EZ asks finally realizing someone put their hands on you “Yea I was telling them to leave and one of them pushed me” you explain  He clenched his jaw 

Dr. Johnson quickly returned and got to work on your wound. EZ watched closely, smiling at you when you looked up at him. “Well all done, doesn’t look like any veins were cut, that's good. The stitches will dissolve after 4 days try moving your hand wiggle your fingers you don’t want your hand to become stiff” “Thanks Johnson” “Yea no problem if it still bothers you by next weekend let me know we can have you less urgent cases.”  “Thanks again.” you smile at him  “Yea no problem Y/L/N” EZ and you return to your store and you watch as he finishes cleaning up for you. There wasn’t much left, just one last round of sweeping and mopping.   “Thanks EZ” you say as he locks up for you “Don’t mention it, let's get you home. Follow me okay?” You do so as he basically guides you back to your house frequently looking back at you making sure you were still there.  When you arrive EZ stands back as you open the door and flick the light on. When you look back at him and notice his hands tucked into his pockets. “You can come in if you want” you offer and he nods and walks past you. “This is me” you say, placing your keys on the console. EZ smiles in return taking in your home  “Do you want something to drink?” you offer “You got water?”  You nod “Yes” 

You quickly retrieve the water and sit next to EZ “Thanks” “Welcome” you sit next to him  “Sorry about this weekend didn’t go as planned”  “It’s okay EZ it’s not your fault”  “How’s your hand feeling?” he asks rubbing your wrist  You give him a sympathetic smile “It’s okay throbbing now” You don’t know why but you start to cry “Hey, hey, hey”  EZ quickly shrugs off his kutte and pulls you close wrapping his arms around “sshhh carino, what’s wrong?”  “I’m just upset”  “You want me to take care of it?” he offers and you knew he could take care of it You giggle  and shake your head no “Just want me to hold you”  You nod snuggling further into his chest. Nothing else is said between you two until he gets ready to leave “Good night let me know you got to the clubhouse safe” You tell EZ as he gets on his bike your door putting on his helmet “I will carino if you need anything call me I don’t care if its the middle of the night”  “Okay”  He smiles “Goodnight carino”  “Goodnight EZ”

[ficnation]

Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.

Word count: 2,6k+

Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst

A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

Main Masterlist

Mayans MC Masterlist

The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.

You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.

But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.

“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.

You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.

“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.

“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.

“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.

Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.

He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.

You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”

But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.

Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”

You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.

“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”

“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”

You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.

An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.

His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.

EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.

He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.

The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.

“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.

He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.

“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.

“Hi, EZ.”

He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.

“Hi.”

Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.

The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”

He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.

“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.

He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”

“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”

“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.

EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.

“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”

He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?

He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.

“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.

“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.

“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”

You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”

EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.

“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.

“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.

He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.

“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.

EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.

He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.

EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.

“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.

“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”

The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.

EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.

EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.

“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.

EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”

“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.

He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.

He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”

He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”

“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.

“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.

He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.

You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.

EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.

Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.

He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Lo Siento

Wino Ashley wrote this and it’s definitely unedited (apologizes in advance). It’s been a rough week and my poor puppy is going downhill again. I’m feeling super unmotivated and just down in the dumps right now. So, bear with me y’all. 

Ezekiel Reyes x Reader 

Warnings: angst, language 

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“I can’t believe you Ezekiel Reyes. I fucking trusted you.”

“I know.”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself? We have an entire language at our fucking disposal and your genius brain can only muster up two useless words?”

Ezekiel refused to make eye contact too preoccupied lasering holes into the deepest layers of Earth wishing to be anywhere else but his current predicament. He could only hold out for so long before he had to meet his fate; the wrath of the beautiful girl beneath him. Her chest puffed out slightly and gaze stayed glaringly cold.

“She’s married E. Of all people to the ringleader of the fucking Mexican cartel. Don’t fall back into old patterns. Comfortable? Yes. Easy? Definitely. But she isn’t your Emily anymore. You must realize that.”

“She was my first love. Seeing her again might have accidentally resurfaced some deep-rooted feelings I buried away.”

“So, what exactly is your plan, Ez? Seduce Emily away from her husband and son, abandon the MC, and joyfully run away to spend the rest of your lives in each other’s arms?

“Stop.”

“No, someone needs to deliver your rude awakening so it’s very fitting I get to bestow such honor.”

“I said stop, Y/N. You won’t like what happens next.”

“Wow…now you’re into threatening people. I’m beginning to seriously question the man in front of me.” Her eyes raked over his unkempt appearance instilling a trickle of doubt every silent second that ticked by. Ez’s facade collapsed piece by piece, his limitations fast approaching. He was about to do something he was bound to regret, to hurt Y/N in the cruelest of senses.

“How about you save the self-doubt for another night, hm? If we’re playing the blame game, then let’s be completely honest.”

Her checks changed from a bashful blush to traitorous crimson red. Denying reality is inevitable for only so long before the truth sprints towards you; seeping its claws into anything willing to listen.

“Hello!? Is Ezekiel even in there?... I’m an open book. What could I possibly be hiding from you?”

Rage scorched through his thoughts as his anger became increasingly visible. Before she had the chance to blink, Ez snapped unable to resist the brutality of his impending words.

“How about the way you flirt with Angel when you don’t think I notice? Tell me, do you ever dream of what it’s like being with the other Reyes brother?”

Y/N viciously shook her head in stark disagreement refusing to acknowledge his idiotic question.

“Nunca.” Her voice barely above a whisper, defeat harrowed into her saddened features. Y/N couldn’t fathom not having either brother by her side, but she only chose one to give her heart to. Unfortunately, he stood before her pushing her farther away watching his hasty words attack her.

“Shit, lo siento. I don’t know what came over me.” His voice gradually deflated. Stifling air circulated around the pair as dread began to sneak inside.

“If you hesitate between me and another person, don’t choose me.” She pleaded with him, he’d never seen her in such disarray, and it truly frightened him. But he had no choice than to follow his conflicted heart even if it led him to the devil’s doorstep.

“I tried my best to not feel anything for Em. Guess what? I failed. I’m so fucking sorry Y/N.”

“You’re setting yourself up for failure Ez, and when this fails because I can guarantee such things, don’t come crawling back to me…Count me out E.”

“I deserve that. Doesn’t make me love you any less though, Y/N.”

“I am neither the mistake nor the punishment Ezekiel. So, I’ll, uh, see you around…”

“Y/N, wait….”

Unease suddenly spread like wildfire within him as he blankly stared at the girl way out of his league. Maybe one day redemption would tempt him but until then he made his bed, and now it was his duty to lie in it. Y/N felt completely alone. And so, she learned not every story is granted their happy ending. Some were destined for much greater adventures.

[riofann]

Redemption Ch. 1

Divorced Reader (you) x Ezekiel Reyes 

“Fuck!” you curse to yourself as you look down at your phone. Your best friend Asher had just revealed that he was incapable of walking out of the biker bar because he left his wallet.  “Why the fuck did you leave without your wallet?!” you continue to talk to yourself. You look down at your outfit and then back at the door. This wasn’t how you planned to end your evening after leaving the get together in San Diego. It’s not like people from the town haven’t seen you around Santo Padre but they haven’t seen you like this!  Your usual garb of sweats and t-shirt or scrubs,  very different from this. You sigh and get out of your 4 Runner onto the dusty parking lot. 

The mini walk to the door past the line of bikes had your anxiety spiking. You open the door and step into the bar. The door slams behind you indicating your arrival. Heads snap towards you as you walk further into the bar. The dim lit bar made it hard for you to spot Asher sitting by the corner. 

He excitedly waved his hand at you 

“Come on!” you order waving for him to come towards you

“Heyyyy Y/N” Luis the bar owner greets you 

“Hey Luis” you greet walking up to the bar 

“Look at you!” He compliments 

You blush “yea” you look around and spot a few lingering eyes from the Mayans members. “Here to pick up Ashy” you say motioning to him gathering his things. “And pay his bill, so how much?” you ask reaching into your cross body bag. 

“OH!” Luis laughed “Uhhh” he typed a few things on register “$50” 

You smile and place the bills in his hand “here” 

“Thanks!” you here Asher say close to your ear as he walks okay

You glare at him and turn to look around catching the eyes of the Reyes brothers who were sitting by the bar. “Hey! Nice seeing you! And have a good night!” you don’t give them the option to respond before you make your way towards the door and out the bar. 

“Ooh look at you!” Asher compliments as you get in the car

You turn to glare at him before turning on the car “Do not! I am mad at you!” 

He playfully pouts “I’m sowwy” You roll your eyes and start the ignition “Ugh lucky I love you” “Yea whatever” 

You/Reader summary: 

You weren’t new to Santo Padre by any means; you grew up here but moved with your parents to San Diego when you were young. You returned to the old town a year ago with hopes to fulfill your mom’s dream of opening a bakery in their old shop. Transitioning wasn’t the easiest to say the least it took you 4 months to fix your childhood home. A Spanish bungalow style home on top of a hill. You had forgotten how dry the environment was, so when the AC wasn’t working when you first got there was the first major thing you fixed. You had made an attempt to revive the grass but that was null and void, nothing but cactus and the Desert Ironwood trees in your backyard seemed to thrive. After your house  was fixed, you spent even longer fixing the shop “downtown”. At some point you felt like this was nothing but the biggest money pit you had ever invested and hoped you weren’t wrong. When the shop was finished you finally could get to work. Well besides your main source of income which was your job at the local hospital being a Physician Assistant (PA) for the Emergency Department (ED) . You had come up with the plan to work in the bakery from Wednesday to Saturday and the ED would be from Sunday to Tuesday only taking off one weekend in the month. 

Your relocation also had other obstacles that you didn’t anticipate, the main one being biker gangs, not necessarily the Mayans but many other gangs. Not like you had an issue with them personally but it was really terrifying sometimes to be out late at night either on your way home or from the hospital while there seemed to be a full blown war. The other issues were miscreants causing trouble for all the other local businesses you weren’t spared, you had grown tough skin from San Diego and past experiences they didn’t bother you but were more of an annoyance. 

You had made some local friends and actually Asher had moved down here about 6 months ago, claiming he loved the peace and quiet of the small town. He wasn’t the only one who moved here. Your other friend Camila did as well. You all worked at the hospital. Camila being a doctor, Asher a nurse, and you a PA. Your friendship had started in UC San Diego Medical Center and just grew from there. They helped you with the work around your house and old shop and sometimes would come to help you in the shop as well. At this time of your life you were glad to have such great friends you didn’t know if you would have made it if it wasn’t for their support. 

Ezekiel Reyes Summary: 

Years after the big civil war within the Mayans left EZ a shell of who he used to be. Him and Gabriela never worked out because he had pushed her away out of fear. Fear that she would be targeted to get back at him for all that he had done. It wasn’t easy though Gabby tried her best to make things work, but EZ gave her no option but to move on. He hated himself for that, for making her fall in love with him and promises he couldn’t keep. Things were not supposed to get to that point between the two chapters. Often he would find himself awake in his trailer thinking of all the horrors he had endured in his life time, prison, his prospect killing himself in front of him, murder so many murders by his own hands and/or witnessed, brutal fights he had been in and/or witnessed. He could barely walk around comfortably now. Too much blood had been spilled by his hands, always gripping his cut. He would silently pray that his mom continued to watch over him and put in the extra work to guarantee his spot in heaven. When things had concluded between him and Gabriela, he used his sadness to fuel his rage and ambition for survival. He wanted to run into Gabby one day wishing her well, happy that she did accomplish her dreams and that she was far away from Santo Padre. But he didn’t know if that would have ever happen in his lifetime or the next. 

As things calmed down he gained the nickname Pacifadora 2.0 ironically he was the one of the first to agree to a peace meeting during the midst of the war. Hank took Angel’s spot as Secretary and he took Hank's spot in exchange. From there on out he wouldn’t react he would opt to take the middle route. He had learned from Hank, learned from Bishop, from everyone extremes were never good and often led to conflict. All hopes for romance, all thoughts of love were simply just that. There was no way those two things were meant for him and he was certain of that. Matter of fact he made sure to not even entertain such things, so even when Vicki’s girls would try to flirt with him, he would politely walk away. No woman could possibly replace what he felt for Gabby and he didn’t want anyone to do so anyway. 

Redemption Chapter 2

A/N: I don’t know if you guys like pictures. I can just describe and you make up your own mind. Let me know. 

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Redemption Ch. 5

Redemption Ch. 4 

“Soooo what do you think of Y/N” Angel asks EZ the next day as they sat in his RV

EZ shrugged “she’s cool I guess, conversation was boring” “What did you talk about?” He shrugged again “Surface level shit” “What’s wrong with that?” 

“It’s boring” “EZ hermano, I love you but you’re being a bit ridiculous you want her to start discussing philosophy when you two just started talking?” “Gabby and I did” Angel sighs shaking his head “What?” 

“Nothing” “Say what’s on your mind!” 

Angel pauses noticing his brother getting angry “Look I get it, Gabby was the one that got away, the love of your life, but you can’t go judging every new girl based off of her” “I’m not” “You are and you know it. I just don’t want you doing what I did. Searching for the woman you lost in every other girl that passes your way. You’ll end up like me old with a baby mama who skipped town the first chance she got because you were too busy trying to replace something that can’t be replaced.”

EZ sighed looking up 

“I know you think you’re smarter than me...”

“I am!” EZ interrupted 

Angel chuckled “even if you are, if you don’t deal with your feelings with Gabby you will end up like me. Shit if Y/N was Vicki’s girls I wouldn’t even be saying anything but she’s not! She got a good job, smart, and family oriented. What more do you want hermano?” “I don’t know” “Do Pop a favor please, I can’t spend another hour on the phone hearing him talk about how much he’s worried about you and how much I need to push you out there even though I tell him I try and you shut down on everyone.” EZ looked at Angel and nodded “just give it a try and if things don’t work out hey blame me!” 

The sentiments Angel shared last with EZ for a while. Every time he picked up the phone to text you or call you he stopped. The last text you two shared was from the party weeks ago. Today he was going to see you. Camila was throwing a small get together at her house. Coco, Pedro, Creeper, Gilly, and a few other guys. A few of Vicki’s girls would be there not as working girls but as friends. Of course you and Asher.  You were already there when the crowd slowly trickled in. 

You briefly greet EZ as he settles into his chair outside, you go to sit next to Asher as you watch the crowd interact. Camila had been spending a lot of time with Coco so she was already in on the jokes and digs. You smile glad to see her happy, both of you had come from rough backgrounds and you were glad not only her and Coco were getting along but Leticia as well. 

“So your boo is here” Asher teases whispering to you

“So is yours” You comment back, causing him to blush. One of the guys had taken a liking to Asher and you knew who it was but were sworn to secrecy by Asher. 

“Anyway, you think Camila made the potato salad?” You erupt in laughter “what?” “Well you know last time she put too much relish and that was a disaster” “She said she didn’t go off script this time” “Good cuz now I’m hungry” 

You were all waiting for Pedro to be done with the grill before you started eating. 20 more minutes pass before Pedro announces that food is ready. You linger in the back waiting for the crowd to dissipate. You weren’t really paying attention so it catches you by surprise when EZ is next to you picking through food. 

“So how’s life been?” You shrug “same, cakes, stab wounds, cupcakes, heart attack” EZ chuckled “you?” 

“Same” 

You nod as you pick up more items 

“Don’t eat the potato salad!” you hear Camila yell before removing the dish from the table 

“Now Cami we talked about this!” Asher complains

“I know, I don’t know what happened!” Asher waves his hand in the air “You are banned from making potato salad from here on out” “Hey I deserve one more try” You and EZ laugh watching the exchange.

As the day progresses into the night you and EZ somehow end up sitting next to each other. You two had something in common, you liked to people watch and now you were watching as a few of the girls and guys danced. 

“You should be up there!” he notions with his hand 

“Oh no!” He giggles thinking about dancing in front of people You smile at him “You should though!”  

“I have 2 left feet!” 

“So you say” You tease 

“So why’d you come back to Santo Padre?” 

You take in a deep breath “My mom always wanted to come back, she wanted to retire here, open up her bakery and just live the simple life” 

“Why would she want to come back here?” You shrug “It was home for her” EZ scoffs, he can’t stop the bitter feeling bubbling up “this is a dead town she could have gone anywhere else, hell you could have too” You turn to look at him, noticing the sudden change in his mood. You choose your words carefully “I could have, she could have but, Santo Padre isn’t a dead town” you hear him scoff “What you’re saying is that everyone who lives here is a ghost and I don’t believe that, do you think Valentina is a ghost?” EZ turns to look at you “EZ this town has life, a lot of it, sometimes it’s hard to see the beauty in things when it's always a thick fog, but you have to be willing to wade through that fog to get to the other side. You have to wade through the fog EZ” you sigh at the end. He turns to face the crew again not saying anything “but” he turns to look at you “What do I know I’m an old divorced hag, might not be the best person to get motivation from” you shoot him a sympathetic smile. You stand up “I gotta go to work, see you later EZ” your shift was in an hour and you needed to get ready, but also you felt those painful emotions coming to the surface and you didn’t want him or anyone else there to see you get emotional over a silly statement EZ made up.

Redemption Ch. 6

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Redemption Ch. 4

TW: Alcohol

Redemption Ch. 3

Back at your house you go through your closet throwing clothes all over the place “Omg what am I going to wear?!” 

“What are you going to wear? What about me? A whole queer in a biker gang party?” 

“Asher if they had an issue with you by now they would have said something or worse done something” 

“True true” he nods in agreeance as he sits stands by your door 

“Okay dress?” You shake your head  “I think that's too much, what about some pants, top and heels?” 

Asher nods “Mmmm I think for this crowd less is more”

“Okay jeans, heels, and a cute top?” you suggest 

“Yes, that should work.” 

You opt for a casual top, jean, ankle boot combination. Basic from what you would typically wear to parties but this wasn’t like other parties. It takes you both around 2 hours to get ready before you leave. When you return to the club house it's dark and the yard is practically filled with bikes. So you end up parking outside the gate.

“Why did I wear heels again?” stumbling one too many times on the small pebbles in the yard

“Because you like to show off” Asher comments. You curse internally as you walk to the club house regretting the fact that you even wore heels.

“I do not!” you approach the club house and hear the music thumping from the other side

“Welcome, welcome!” One of the prospects greets you two before opening the door. 

“Thank you!” You’re hit with the smell of weed, cigarettes, and loud music. It makes you stop dead in your tracks before you feel comfortable to walk further in. “This is nuts” Asher shouts standing next to you 

You nod looking at the sea of leather jackets and drunk looking men.

Camila spots you two and meets you two where you stood “Oh you guys made it! Come! Come! Coco and I are outside!” you could tell she was already tipsy 

“You got drinks there?” Asher asks

“Oh uh I think so! There’s a lot of people!”

“I’m gonna get a drink from the bar I’ll meet up with you guys there” no way you were going to make it through this without an initial shot or three or four maybe  five

You see a path clear up from where you stood to the bar and your feet move you across the floor swiftly. You stand back and squeeze your way through unknown to you was that yo squeezed right next to EZ

“Hey what can I get you?” One of the club members greets you didn’t know his name yet

“Uh have any liquor?" you ask looking at the empty shelves 

He shakes his head “Nah all the liquor bottles are outside or on that table” He points 

You turn following his finger, that was a hard no for you, you turn back to face him “Okay what you got?” 

“Beer”

“What kind?” 

“Modelo, Corona, Heineken, Budweiser, Bud Light, Guinness, Michelob, shit just about every one of them, which one you want?” 

“Let me get a Guinness” you smile up at him

He smiles at you “Coming right up!” 

You nod and look to your right when you see EZ sitting there “Oh EZ! Sorry!” you say taking a step to the left, realizing you were in his personal space. 

“It’s all good” he says smiling at you

The bartender returns with the Guinness and you thank him you take a sip and make a face.

“Don’t like beer?” 

You chuckle and look down at the bottle “It’s okay” 

He chuckled in response, just as you were about to say something another man maybe from another club approaches you two “Wow look at you young lady” he says while grabbing you pulling him to you 

You squeal as your body is being pulled making you lose balance.

Immediately EZ’s left hand wraps around your waist and he shoots the stranger a mean mug. 

“My bad bro didn’t know she was yours” 

“She’s not, but you know better we don’t do that shit here!” EZ scolds 

The guys hands shoot up “My bad my bad I’m walking away” 

“Thanks EZ” you say returning to look at him

“It’s all good”  he removes his arm making sure his hand grazes the small of your back before it returns to his side

“Sooo not hanging out with the other guys?” you ask noticing the lack of the other club members are nowhere to be found 

“Nah I’m good here game is on too” he tips his beer to the TV at the bar

“Oh who’s playing” you ask not necessarily interested but hoping to continue the conversation. 

“Packers and Steelers” he answers  “Chucho! Let me get a cup!” 

You grab your phone reading the text from Asher “Okay well I’m gonna..” 

He stands up and you take a step back “what liquor do you like?” 

“Oh uh it’s okay the Guinness will work” You smile holding up the beer

“I didn't ask you that did I?” he has a serious look on his face

You shake your head “no you didn’t” you run your fingers through your hair 

“Okay so answer” 

You blush “Oh uh Tequila or Whiskey” 

“Got you, save my seat yea?” 

“Yea”  you turn to watch as he walks away and lean on his seat. You look around at the overwhelming amount of people in a small space. Other biker men around smile at you while lifting up their drinks.

EZ returns just as quick as he left “No whiskey only tequila” he says handing you the cup 

You smile “Thanks”  you grab the cup from him, “Holy shit!” you state in shock 

He chuckles 

You look at the very full cup of liquor now in your possession “This is a lot EZ” you say looking up at him 

He tilts his head to the side and smiles “Consider it payment for the cake” 

“That was a lot too, you have to help me drink this!” you bargain 

“Or you can drink it and enjoy yourself!” he debates 

You give him a half smile “Okay you're right!” you turn to look back considering how you were going to get to and Asher but the sea of people made you nauseous and you turned back around

“Where are your buddies?” 

“Oh outside with Coco” 

He looks back towards the door leading to the backyard, then turns to look at you “you don’t want to join them?” 

“Oh I think I'm good here!” you give him a reassuring smile

He nods again, returning his attention to the game. You step away from him getting the vibe that he didn’t want you around. You have been to plenty of bars, it's not like you couldn’t entertain yourself. You drink and finish the Guinness before moving onto the cup of Tequila. It loosens you up and you find your head bopping to the music and then your body twisting to the music. 

“Look at you!” Angel says stepping to you 

You turn to look back hearing the familiar voice “Oh! Hey Angel, nice to see you again!” 

He raises his beer to you “Nice seeing you Y/n” “How's your baby?” you ask 

“Good, spoiled” 

“Feeding her veggies and fruit and water?” 

He places his hand on his chest “Yes I promise” 

“Okay good” you turn to face the bar, watching the tv again 

Angel turns to face EZ moving closer “What are you doing?” he asks EZ

EZ scrunches his face in confusion  “Watching the game” 

“Chucho! Yo! Let me get 3 Coronas!” Angel shouts before returning his attention to EZ “You can’t sit next to a beautiful woman and not speak!” 

“Angel” EZ warns 

Angel rolls his eyes “Give it a try hermano damn! Life is too short!” EZ flashes him a warning look “For pops! Por favor! He is worried about you! We all are men, just...” Angel wiggled and raised his brows “woo her or do some shit!” he grabbed the beers “good looking out Chucho!” 

EZ took in a deep breath after Angel walked away and watched as you danced and bopped around. He smiled at you before talking. 

“You a dancer or something?” 

You turned to face him “Excuse me?” 

He moved closer to you, leaning close to your ear and repeated 

You shake your head “Oh no! Not really!” 

“You got some moves though” he compliments You blush in response shaking your head 

“So do you like football?” 

You shrug “A little” 

“I used to play in high school!” 

You smile “I know” 

“How you know that?” 

“Felipe told me, you know our parents were family friends right?” 

“Oh shit I didn't know” No wonder Felipe had a lot of intel on you, he thinks to himself. 

You smile “Well the more you know huh?” 

“Yea” 

“So you and your clique, how’d you meet?” 

“Oh we met at the hospital we worked in San Diego” “Big city girl” he flashes you his infamous smile You blush switching weights from one foot to the other “Not Really” 

EZ looks down “Your feet hurt?” You look down following his gaze “Oh no!” by now your feet were numb 

EZ gets up from the bar stool he was sitting on “have a seat” 

You put your hand up to stop him “Oh no it’s okay really” 

“I don’t mind really” he smiles at you moving out of the way

“Okay” you slide on or at least you think you are until your foot slips and you almost faceplant on the ground. If EZ didn’t catch you, you definitely would have. 

You hear him chuckle “you good” he asks helping you get situated on the stool You sit up straight up and face the bar “yup” you say placing your hands flat on the surface of the bar. 

“If it makes you feel any better I’ve fallen on my face too” You giggle looking up at him “that helps” 

“So you like Santo Padre so far?” 

“Si” “Ah tu hablas espanol?” “Si” “¿Cuáles son tus raíces? Eres Mexicana?” (what are your roots? Are you Mexican)

“No soy Honduran baby” 

“Nice!” 

“Did that hurt?” you say pointing to the snake tattoo on his arm

“Nah” “What does it mean?” He shrugs “did something stupid” “Okay” “Got any?” 

You smile “No but I want some?”

“Yea?” 

“Yea but I think I have out grown that” “Never too old for a tattoo what do you want to get?” 

“Oh I...” You stop as you watch the commotion heading your way. 

“He yours?” A biker asks as two of them are holding up Asher 

“Y/N!!! Best Friend” You smile “Yea” you turn to look at EZ “Well looks like it’s time for me to go” the boys practically carry Asher to your car “thanks guys, sorry for anything he did” you close the backseat door closing Asher in,

“Nah he’s good just fucked up” They walk away leaving you and EZ standing by your car “Y/N!!! I want a burger and frieeeess bitch!” Asher yells from the back seat 

EZ chuckles 

“Ay Dios” 

“You good to drive?” EZ asks “Yea!” “Sure?” 

“Promise” he gives you a wary look. You stick out your foot balancing on the other “Z, Y, X, W,” While alternating hands while touching your nose with your finger 

“Okay you’re good!” EZ laughs

“See!” “Well you have to tell me you reached safely” he says licking his lips making you feel a flutter in places you didn’t think would 

“Y/N” Asher calls to you “Whaatttt?” 

“Burger!” 

“No!” you scold looking at him through the open window  

EZ chuckles “You two are something else” 

“Bitch!” he insults 

“Dick!” You retort. You turn to look at EZ “You have my number?” wondering how were you going to tell him your were okay He points his thumb back towards the club house “I can get it from Bishop” 

“Or”  you pull out your phone “you can just put in here” you say handing him your phone 

He smirks taking it from you “Smooth” You smile at him “I try!” you flirt back

“Y/N What's going on? Where is my food!” You roll your eyes “Asher Michaelson!” 

“Oooh” he sits up “Y/N Y/L/N  I’m scared” 

“Here saved” EZ says handing you back your phone “Thanks” you take it from him. He opens the door for you to get in. “Thanks EZ” 

“Drive safe” You nod as he closes the door 

“Thanks aga..” “On second thought I don’t think I should eat, I feel sick!” Asher interrupts you 

“Asher, I swear to God if you throw up in my goddamn car!” “I won’t if you will stop flirting with that Greek god reincarnated!” he says plopping back down on the seat 

“Omg” you blush “bye EZ have a good night” you say switching the gear to drive 

“Drive safe Y/N” 

He watches until your car disappears in the night

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Redemption Ch. 3

Master List 

Redemption Chapter 2

“Welcome to Sweet Bakes! What can I get you?”  You greet as you were busy distracted with the boxes you were in the process of folding

“See there she is Valentina!”  the name catches your attention and you lookup to find Angel, Ez, and Valentina in your store 

“Oh hi!” 

“Hiii” Valentina waves

“What can I get you today?” 

“Go ahead” Angel nudges the young girl in front of you 

She steps forward, hands held together at the front “I just wanted to say thank you!” 

“Oh you’re welcome Valentina! Do you want a cupcake?”

She nodded excitedly “You gotta ask your dad first” “Dad can I?” 

Angel nods “Yea baby girl get whatever you want”

She walks up to the glass reading the names “Oooh chocolate and vanilla and cotton candy and strawberry and oreo!” 

“Is that it?” you ask as you see her eyes looking at the various other flavors

“Yea!” 

You place the cupcakes in the box and hand them to her “here you go on the house” 

“Oh nah I was gonna pay for them!” Angel says pulling out his wallet 

You shake your head and wave his hand away “I’m serious on the house!” 

“Valentina what do we say” 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she turns to Ez “Uncle Z look!” 

“It looks yummy, Miss Y/N is a nice lady huh?” Ez entertains her “Yea!” she grins 

You smile “Do you guys want any?”

“Shit shoot shoot” “Swear Jar Daddy” He playfully rolls his eyes “I know I know Let me get that dulce de leche and chocolate peanut butter” he turned to look at EZ “you sure you don’t want any bro?” 

Ez shakes his head holding his hands up “Nah I’m good” 

Angel scoffs “This guy health freak” 

“Says the man who can’t walk up a flight of steps!” Ez shoots back 

You giggle as you put the cupcakes into small package “Here you go Angel”

“Thanks” “I know it looks like we came to raid your stock but we are having a founders day party next weekend on Saturday  and we wanted to know if you could make us a cake” Angel says holding onto the box

“Oh yea sure!” 

“This we will pay for” Ez comments

You chuckle “Okay let me get my notepad” you state as you walk to the other side of the counter “Okay first how many people?” 

“Hundreds” Angel responds 

You look up “What is hundreds?” 

He shrugs “Like more than 100 people at least” 

“Wow big party” 

“Yea, that’s why you’re the woman for the job” 

You chuckle “Flavor?” 

“Bishop thought you could do half vanilla and half chocolate” Ez answers 

“Sure! Any special designs?” 

“Yea we want the Mayans Mc logo on it and the founding date 1954, with a map of Santo Padre in the background” 

“Okay” you write down the description 

“We also wanted cupcakes and those can be the flavors you have here” 

“Okay buttercream icing?” 

“Yes” you look at Valentina and see she is licking the icing off her fingers, you smile in return 

“Where am I dropping off the cake? Or are you coming to pick it up?” 

“Oh uh Bishop will call and give you instructions” Ez answers

“Okay sheet pan cake okay?” 

“Sheet pan?” Angel asks

“What does that mean?” Ez asks as well

“Sorry do you want the cake to be round or square or a funky shape?” 

Ez shrugs “You pick” 

“How many layers?” “Wow all of this goes into a cake?” You smile “You have no idea, so how many?” They both look at each other and shrug “Is two okay?” 

“Yea i guess” Ez answers

“Okay and any filling on the inside?” 

“Nah just icing” 

“Okay I think 2 full sheet pan cakes put together will work should be more than enough especially if you are going to have cupcakes and all.” They nod in agreement “How many cupcakes 2 dozen?” 

“Make it 3” Ez answers 

You nod and look at your paper making sure you got everything “Is that it?” 

“Yea just let us know how much” 

“Okay let me calculate”  you say as you type on your iPad “Okay the price is $740” 

“Cool we’ll let Bishop know” 

“Okay great. Let me know if there’s anything you want to add” 

“Cool” 

With that you watch as they walk away saying your goodbyes

You employ the help of Asher and Camila to help you with the large order. You found yourselves struggling to get the large cake in the back of the truck. 

“Whew that was hard!” Asher comments 

“Okay let me pull up Bishop’s number” you say typing it into your phone 

“Oh I know where the club house is!” Camila interjects 

Asher whips around and looks towards the back seat where she is sitting “How do you know young lady?” 

“Because Me and Coco” she begins to blush 

“Whattt spill right now!” Asher demands

“Well you know that's my beau” she answer smugly 

You smile as you drive to the location. You pass your house and Asher’s on the way, the drive is a 35 minute drive through windy roads till you come up to the gate

“Hey it's me we have the cake!” You say to Chucky who looks at you with hesitancy until he remembered the party today 

“Oh yes, let me open the gate!” 

“Pull up right there!” He instructs to the small opening between bikes 

You park the car in reverse and get out. There were already bikes filling up the space

“I can hold the door!” Chucky offers

“Thank you Chucky!” 

Asher’s hand slips “Oh shit!” 

You glare at him “Don’t drop it!” 

“I will not but you have to admit this cake is big and heavy” 

“Hush!” You scorn as you guys walk up the steps 

The commotion at the door draws Bishops and everyone else's attention, they all rush to you three  “Oh fuck why didn’t you call me we could have helped here let us take over!” they replace you and place it delicately on a table in the middle of the room 

You blow out a deep breath and look around the area taking in the decor at the club house

Asher walks back in with the cupcakes 

“You want to see?” You ask ask before you open the box

“Yes!” He turns to look around the club house “Yo! Come look at the cake!” he Feet scurry to where you were standing and you slowly lift up the box. “I hope you like it, you step aside to watch them take it all in. The cake was everything Ez had asked  you to do but more. You had added intricate details of Santo Padre and the road that led to the club house with motorcycles on the road with the Mayans Mc logo in the middle  along with the est. date on top and Southern California below. 

“Shit you are one talented woman!” Hank comments

“Do you like it?” you ask looking around 

“Hell yea!” Bishop says smiling 

“Glad” Asher hands you the cupcakes  “oh and the cupcakes, I made uh the cupcakes with motorcycles, leather jackets and helmets with different flavors” You say before opening one box. The leather jackets, helmets, and motorcycles sat on top of the icing. 

“This looks so good thank you, you out did yourself!” Bishop comments

“Oh you’re welcome, I have plates forks and cutting serving spoons in the bag,'' he smiled at you. “So Asher and I are gonna get going, Camila said” “I’m staying to party with Coco” She says as she kisses his cheek

There are few chuckles around the room watching Coco blush 

“Before you go”  Bishop pulled out his wallet “Ez told me 700 but here is 1100” 

“Oh no this is too much take back 400” you say going to remove money from the stack he gave you 

Bishop stops you “Nah i insist all this hard work you put in” 

“I really don’t mind its”

Asher takes it from you and puts in in his pocket “Thank you she appreciates it” 

You cut your eyes and turn to face Asher. Bishop chuckles bringing your attention back to him with a smile on your face “I hope you enjoy the cake and the party” 

“Why don’t you come join us?” 

“Oh I..” 

Camila abruptly leaves Coco’s side and wraps her arms around you and Asher “Yes! that would be perfect!” 

You look down “I have to go get ready” 

“Yea yea no problem party is just getting started” 

You look at Asher for confirmation 

“Yea him too come drink and be merry not working tonight are you?” Bishop asked 

You both shake your head

“Okay well I insist” 

You and Asher smile “Okay we will be back” Asher responds 

You both walk away 

“Are we really about to attend a biker gang party?” Asher asks as you turn on the key to start the car 

You turn to look at him just as confused “Yes?” 

“Really?” 

“I think if we don’t come it will look bad Bishop insisted” you stress the last part

“That he did” Asher nods rigidly 

“Okay let's hurry up and get back!” 

[riofann]

Redemption Ch. 2

Divorced Reader (you) x Ezekiel Reyes 

Redemption Chapter 1

This was one of those weekends that would make you regret your entire week. A full moon was out and the crazies were out and about. Your ED was backed up for hours and no matter how much you tried to rotate patients out more came in the door anyway. 

“Who’s next?” You ask Missy the nurse in charge of your patients

“Uh what are you going to do with room 12?” “Oh uh I put in the orders to have him transferred to Internal Med” “Okay let me page the transporter” “Okay who’s next” Without missing a beat Missy handed you the clipboard while dialing the number on the phone “Room 14” 

You take the clipboard and read the triage notes. “Stomach/Vomiting 24 hours” before you even notice the name you knock and walk in 

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’m the Physician Assistant,” your stomach had dropped when you saw Angel, EZ, Felipe, and a young girl occupying the room “Hey Y/N” Felipe greeted You turn to face Felipe “Hi Mr. Reyes,” You turn to face the room “Hi” you wave 

Felipe waves you off “I told you to call me Felipe” The little girl whines “Daddy it hurts” “Sorry mi amor”

“You must be Valentina” 

The little girl nodded at you as she held onto Angel’s arm

“I heard your belly hurts?” you ask, she nodded again “Can I check?” The little girl looked up at her father for reassurance. 

“I’ll be right here with you baby girl”

“So I see the note said stomach pain and vomiting for 24 hours?” you state addressing Angel “Yes”

“Did she eat anything strange?” 

“No, not that I know of” 

“Anything rotten/spoiled?”

“Nah” 

You nod and take your stethoscope out of its pocket cleaning off the diaphragm with an alcohol wipe. “Okay can I lift your shirt up  and feel around? My fingers are cold, okay?” You warn before touching her.  She nodded again “is it okay if i feel around?” you ask Angel 

“Yes”

You use your stethoscope and instruct her to hold her breath, as you move down her abdomen you examine her belly. Valentina abruptly moves from you as you go to press on the side of the belly. “Sorry Valentina, does that hurt?” you ask 

“Yes!” she responds with tears in her eyes

“Okay I’m sorry I’m going to move to the other side” You do so gently pushing down on her right lower abdomen “okay what about here?”  

“A little” 

“And here?” you say pushing down the center

“Yes!” 

“Okay I’m done sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you okay?” She nodded “Can you tell me the last time she pooped ?” you ask Angel 

“Uh shoot i don’t know she never tells me those things” He responded “Valentina when was the last time you pooped?”

“I tried to this morning and it hurt!” 

“Oh tell me where it hurt?”

“My butthole!”

“Okay did you try pushing down hard?”

“Yes and nothing came out!” 

“Do you know when you pooped before that?”

“Tuesday I think

“Tuesday that was 4 days ago!”

“Yea I was in school and i had to leave  Ms. Peter’s class to use the bathroom” 

“Oh wow! Did you eat anything weird there?”

“No just my lunch daddy packed for me”

“Okay what did daddy pack for you?”

“Sandwich, milk, cookies, and chips”

“Okay” you give Angel a judgmental look

“And when you eat now what happens?”

“I throw up”

“Oh you do?”

She nodded 

“So what do you think the problem is?” Felipe asked 

“Seems like she’s severely constipated and the reason she’s throwing up is because the poop can’t come out and if she doesn’t poop soon it will come out through the mouth”

“WHAT?” Angel shouts 

“Dios” Felipe comments

Valentina cried “oh I’m sorry baby girl daddy didn’t mean to scare you how do we fix this?” 

“We can give her an enema and some laxatives to help” 

“Whats an enema?” Angel asked 

“It's a soap solution you we put up the butthole it soften the stool and makes is easier for her to poop”

He shook his head “We are not doing that”

“I highly recommend you do so Mr. Reyes because from what she’s told me, its soon to come out the other way”

He dry heaves “Oh God!” 

“I know what you might be thinking but I promise you it’s nothing sexual in nature we only go in about an inch and squeeze the bottle, we use oil suppositories so it’s not in any way to violate your daughter”

He looks at Felipe and EZ “What do you think Pop?”

“She needs it or just like Y/N said it will come out the other way I trust Y/N she wouldn't’ steer as wrong son”

“EZ?”

“You gotta give it a try” 

Angel gave you a wary look and then back at his daughter “okay” 

“I will put the order in and get the nurse to come help me, I’ll be right back” When you return you explain the procedure to Valentina and the 7 year old as expected looks like she has seen a ghost

“Daddy no!” she grabs onto him tighter 

“It’s the only way to help you baby I promise I will be here the entire time” he encourages 

“Grandpa? Tio?” “We’ll be right outside” Felipe says as they step outside the room

“The procedure doesn’t take long but it won't be comfortable for her so just hold her hand okay, Valentina I’m gonna start okay,” 

“You got this baby girl daddy’s right here you are one brave Chiquita!” 

A few screams from her and you and Missy are done “All done honey, now just lie on your side and when you feel like you have to poop the bathroom is right there okay” Missy says as she covers her back up

“Okay give it 10 minutes and she should be ready to go use the bathroom” Missy instructed as you charted “Grandpa, Uncle come back in” she instructs as she opens the door 

You move onto the next patient and try to diagnose them as quick as possible “Oh sorry I forgot my stethoscope I will be right back Mr. Ruiz” when you step out of the room you run into Ez head into his chest first “oomph”

“Shit sorry we need you in there!” he says looking panicked 

“Is everything okay?” 

When you walk in you see Valentina sitting on the toilet crying 

“It hurts daddy!”

You said it was supposed to help her

“It is” you squat down, “What's going on Valentina?” 

“It hurts my butthole hurts!” 

“Okay you put your hands out and she grabs them what we need to do is take a deep breath” you coach her through 10 deep breaths “okay now for the next 2 take a deep breath hold it like this “ you demonstrate “and then close your eyes squeeze my hands tight and push”

Valentina nodded in agreeance okay 

“Okay ready?” you look for confirmation on her face “I’ll do it with you”  You turn and look back at all 3 men standing in the very cramped bathroom “Can you give her some privacy?”

“Oh shit shoot shoot yea yea” Angel says stepping out the door 

“I’m gonna wait outside” “Yea me too” 

“Daddy is right here baby girl” 

“Okay” She responds to Angel 

“Okay ready?”  She nodded “deep breath” you took one with her “Hold it” she held it for 5 seconds “now close your eyes squeeze my hands really tight and push push push push” her tiny face turned red and right away you hear a plop in the toilet and Valentina let out a breath of relief as her body also relaxed. You stayed in the bathroom with her until she was all done. “Whoo baby girl” Angel jokes fanning his hand in front of his face 

Valentina laughs “Daddy!” 

“It’s stinky” 

“Here” you say handing him the odor neutralizer spray

When she’s done you assist her in wiping and help her back in bed  “There’s a little blood that's expected but you shouldn't have a hard time pooping from here on out okay?”

“Okay”

And you turn to Angel “No more starch, more veggies, more fruit, and more water” 

Angel shrugged his shoulders “I’ll try” 

“I’m serious unless you want to end up in this situation again” 

“Oh no ma'am” he responded quickly 

“Valentina, I’m going to push down on your stomach again you let me know if it hurts” this time she didn't flinch from you 

“Just a little” 

“Okay thats a good sign but remember more veggies about a cup worth of veggies and fruits and more water okay?” you instruct her as well

“Okay”

“Alright, she should use wipes for the next 3 days and then she should be good to use regular toilet paper, any questions?” They all shook their heads no “Great! you all have a goodnight! Hope to not see you back here again Valentina, I'm glad you’re feeling better!” you smiled at the girl 

Valentina waved while pulling the covers over her body. 

“She’s a nice lady huh?” Felipe asked Valentina

“Yes!” Valentina smiled showing her missing tooth smile

He turned to Ez “Single too” he gave him a look 

Ez rolled his eyes “Pop!” 

Felipe raised his shoulder “What it wouldn’t hurt!” 

“How’d you even know this?” Ez asks 

“I talked to her Ezekiel” 

He groans “Don’t” dismissing father 

Felipe sighed, throwing his hands up. 

Redemption Chapter 3 

A/N: tell me what you think