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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 11

Part 10

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Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader, EZ Reyes x black!reader

Summary: You become aware of how bad Miguel is spiraling.

Warnings: TW: Suicide, Insensitivity/ Malice towards suicide

It was a Saturday morning and you had absolutely nothing to do. All your schoolwork was done, your boss forbade anyone from working on the weekend, and EZ was out with the club. So, you decided to give some people a visit.

If it weren’t for the key EZ made you then you wouldn’t be inside of his dad’s house. Felipe’s was quite uneventful. Whatever was going on, he was still in his deep depression. Unlike Angel, you didn’t know what was going on. The brothers did, but they refused to speak to you about it. There were too many secrets from everyone.

After Felipe’s, you broke into Angel’s place. His place was just as messy as his dad’s. You tried to empathize with him, but the loss of a child was so much different than the loss of a parent. Especially a child he never got to meet. In your honest opinion, he was doing a pretty good job holding up. He slept around before the baby. You just wished he figured out how to use condoms as you passed the box full of them. These dudes act like STIs don’t exist.

Finally, during your afternoon, you had contact with someone. You went to Marcus’ house to bring him some cookies you baked the night before. As you two talked two kids ran by, one boy and one girl. The only child he had was his daughter.

“You adopted?” You furrowed your brows. Upon further inspection, you could tell the boy had Down Syndrome.

God bless Santi, Marcus thought. The young boy and Tessa came to talk to you. This gave him time to think of a lie.

As the kids talked, you kept an eye on Marcus. He was hiding something and you wouldn’t let up.

Finally, the kids went to go play a game, which gave you time to drill Marcus.

“It’s none of your concern, YN.” Marcus snapped. Honestly, it wasn’t out of loyalty to Miguel that kept him from telling the truth. It was shame. Working for a cartel boss came with a lot of dirty deeds, but watching Miguel kill Paco over his mother’s death was something that shook him. Maybe it was old age or maybe he was finally getting a conscious. Either way he didn’t want you to look at him differently.

But then it hit him, you were the answer. Not Emily, not Monserrat, not some crazy revenge plan, but you. The most peaceful Miguel has been when he was with you. After your visits, he wasn’t as depressed. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

“He’s Paco’s son.”

“Oh, you’re just babysitting. Why didn’t you just say that?” Why was everyone being so weird?

Marcus shook his head. “We took him in.”

“What went down?” Nothing during your visits with Miguel alerted you of something going down. Quite frankly the Galindo cartel seemed to not to be as active as before.

“Miguel.” Marcus whispered. “Miguel shot him.”

You shook your head. Paco was in the close circle of guards. There’s no way Miguel would kill him.

“He did.” Marcus had no one to talk to about this. His wife was a no go and Nestor was out of the question, and Bishop had his own shit to deal with. You gave him the perfect opportunity to let this out. “He blamed Paco for Dita being able to get away. He’s unhinged, princesa.” Marcus contemplated if he should say more. Hell, he let out some already, might as well go all the way. “He killed Dita’s therapist.”

No way any of this could be true. You would know if something like this would have happened. “Nah, Miguel wouldn’t have. He’s grief stricken, but he wouldn’t go that far.”

Izzy called Marcus to join her and the kids for lunch. “You know it is.” He stood up and squeezed your shoulder. “He just knows how to hide it around you. Talk to him. At this point, only you can save him.”

After that conversation, it was like you were a zombie. You were just going through the motions of the day, but somehow that had you at the therapist’s office.

“Hi, I wanted to know if Dr. Alma was taking in any new patients.”

The receptionist gave you a sad smile. “Unfortunately, she’s not and probably not for a while. She’s missing.”

The young woman could barely control herself. This told you that the therapist had to be “missing” for quite some time.

You gave her your prayers and walked back to your car. Marcus was right. People in this town don’t go missing. They either leave or they got killed and the latter happened to Dita’s therapist. Were you so enraptured in your relationship that you didn’t notice Miguel’s warning signs? Didn’t matter now, but you were gonna fix all of that.

Miguel didn’t go out much these days, so you had to go to his house which meant Emily was there too. What you didn’t expect was her annoying little sister. Both of them thought you were the other woman and were giving you a hard time when you requested to see Miguel.

“If I was the mistress, I would be fucking on your bed you share with your husband, Emily. This is a business call anyway or I wouldn’t have come. Trust, I did not want to see your face.”

“YN?” Miguel came out of his office. You were a most welcomed sight. Seeing you in his kitchen made it seem like you belong there, like this should be your home instead of some RV parked in a scrap yard.

“I needed help on a case. I was wondering if I could ger your opinion?”

“Of course.” Miguel ignored Erin’s mean mug and Emily’s displeasure. The only happiness that mattered was yours and his son’s.

Even his office was different. Everything in the house felt cold. You thought it was because of Emily, but Miguel was the cause of it too. He lost his flame when his mother died.

“What can I help you with?” Miguel leaned against his desk and held your hand. Reyes didn’t know what gift he had.

“I actually lied about work, so your wife and her chihuahua of a guard dog could leave me alone.”

Miguel couldn’t stop laughing. Leave it to you to make him have his first real laugh in a while. “Then what is it about?”

“Um, did you know that Marcus is taking care of Paco’s kid?”

Miguel dropped your hand and sat behind his chair. Not the conversation he was looking for. “Someone’s running their mouth.”

“I went to visit and saw the kid. Do you know he has Down Syndrome?”

“Tragic, but none of my business.” Miguel was the definition of indifference. He could feel nothing for the man who was supposed to protect his mother.

Wow. Even with all your conversations, you never saw this side of Miguel. This was the monster EZ warned you about. “None of your business that you turned an innocent child into an orphan?”

“YN, none of this concerns you. Drop it.”

Oh, Miguel Galindo had you fucked up. You weren’t one of his soldiers he could order around, and you weren’t Emily. “Fuck no! You’re out here murdering people! For what? So, you can have someone to blame? There’s no one to blame! Dita committed suicide!”

Miguel slammed the table causing papers to fly. “Watch your mouth!”

“Or what?” You stepped to him toe to toe. “You gonna shoot me and bury me in the desert?! Miguel Galindo can’t get his way, so he kills to get it!”

Miguel had too much love and respect for you to put his hands on you, but God wasn’t he tempted. “You are not my wife! You are not anyone to me! You’re just a slut that opens her legs for married men. Therefore, your opinion is irrelevant. And I suggest you get your nose out of business that you shouldn’t be in. Now go back to your convict and play house.”

One thing you refused to do is cry. That man can never know that he put a chink in your armor, but he is gonna feel this fury.

You threw a punch so powerful that it made Miguel go to his knees. “Remember I’m the slut you were willing to leave your wife for and you only had a sample. Don’t worry, when you off yourself like your mother I won’t be in your business either.”

Miguel was too stunned to speak. All he did was watch you walk out for a second time, breaking his heart.

Again, Ice Queen tried to get in your ass, but you dreaded that shit. “Ask him about Paco and Dr. Alma. Get your husband in check before he spirals any further.” You took the bottle of vodka she was holding and drunk a bit of it. “You’ll need more of that if you’re gonna deal with him.”

You sped over to the clubhouse. Without Chucky, they left upkeep to hang arounds. Ole faithful, Nails was there. You tried to warn her that Angel wasn’t ready for a relationship, but she seemed to be falling for him.

“Hey, Step. Go home, I got this.”

“Respectfully, no.” She bumped your hip once you got behind the bar. “You look like you need company.”

Ezekiel’s, but she would do for now. God, now you felt like Angel.

The two of you got the place clean in no time. During that time, Nails asked you about Angel. He abruptly ended things with her.

Focusing on her problems was a great distraction. You needed it or all you would dwell on is Miguel’s words.

Finally, you two finished so you sat on the steps of the RV. The sounds of engines flooded your ears. Soon you saw your boyfriend, smiling joking around with his brother.

“Oh man, what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up again?”

EZ elbowed him. “That’s all you. Anyways, we were real good this morning.”

“Or you were? I’m sure thirty seconds isn’t enough for YNN.”

EZ pushed him. “Whatever man. Lemme see what’s up.”

“On a serious note, give her my love.”

EZ patted Angel’s back and jogged over to you. It didn’t take long for him to figure out you were upset. When has it ever? But he hasn’t seen you this disturbed in a while.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the crown of your head before joining you on the steps. “Couldn’t wait to see me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I came to see the prospect.” You winked at him.

“Don’t make me give him more shit than he already has.”

“Fine.” You weaved your fingers with his.

EZ kissed your hand. Your whole demeanor had him on alert. What kind of trouble could you be in? “What’s up?”

You shrugged it off. He would just fuss at you for talking to Miguel. Actually, for punching him. He would lose his shit and then the whole MC would be on your ass despite all the crap they’re going through. “Nothing, just missing you is all.”

EZ tilted his head. He wasn’t letting this go. Something was truly wrong. “YN. Talk to me.”

The authority in his voice tore down your wall. “Um, I had a disagreement with Miguel.”

Was this jealousy or concern that washed over EZ? He couldn’t tell. All he knew he was damn territorial over you and wanted you to have nothing to do with Miguel.

It did tear him apart that you still had such a strong connection to this man that once was his romantic rival. Miguel Galindo seem to follow him in all his romantic endeavors and EZ was tired of it. He got Emily, you were all EZ’s. He even stopped seeing Emily as a friend and left her all to Miguel. Why couldn’t Miguel do the same?

He fought to stay neutral. “What happened?”

You began wincing, because you knew he would freak out once you started telling your story. “Well,” You only got to the part where Marcus told you what was going on due to EZ’s abrupt interruption.

“Tell me you didn’t.” He shook his head. EZ knew you did it. For some reason, you thought you could fix everyone. Didn’t you know that no one can fix Miguel Galindo? For Jesus Christ, he killed an innocent child and left the charred body in middle of town. There’s no intervention or redemption for someone like that. However, you wouldn’t believe it. It was that damn optimism you inherited from your mom.

“We can stop it there.”

EZ waved his hand, telling you to continue on.

This part was harder than the rest. Your eyes remained on the ground as you retold the events. Every once in a while, you would glance at EZ once you felt the anger emitting from him. “And then I punched him then said once he kills himself that I wouldn’t be in his business.”

It was complete chaos inside of Ezekiel’s brain. He was concerned for you, but also for him and Angel as well. Would Miguel retaliate at you? It sounded like it was possible. From your account he seemed deranged. Was he just a loving son refusing to believe his mother would commit suicide? Or did he have a genuine reason other than denial to investigate? Did this mean he suspected murder? Did he suspect him and Angel? All of that ran in his head.

“Are you gonna say something?” This was uncharacteristic. You were expecting him to yell at you, but he was just sitting there not saying one word. Is this the quiet before the storm? Oh my god, is he so angry that he won’t say anything? Hey, at least it would make for great makeup sex later.

Finally, everything combusted. EZ jumped from the stairs and stared down at you. “Why would you do something so dumb?! He could kill you! This would have been a risk if he wasn’t off his fucking rocks, but now the probability of him killing you is exponential.”

“Someone had to say something!”

“And that someone had to be you?!”

“Yes!”

“He has a wife!”

“He doesn’t talk to her.”

“That’s none of your concern. Emily is his wife, and you are my girlfriend. We hold no obligations to them. I don’t want you to see him anymore!”

See the thing about telling you to do something backfires when you were already about to do it. Something in your brain signaled that as ‘time to be petty’

“Or what?” Seems like you got to bring another man down a notch. “You gonna hit me or something? Oops, already happened.” During a fight with some military bitches, EZ accidentally pushed you out the way too hard causing you to bleed.

EZ sighed “It was mistake, YN.” He tried to come towards you, but you sidestepped him.

“Yeah, just like this conversation. I’ll talk to you later.” You went straight for your car, not looking back once.

Angel came out once he saw your car drive off. Everyone inside the clubhouse heard raised voices, but they couldn’t figure out what was being said even after they turned off the radio. “So, you did do something.”

EZ said nothing as he pushed Angel inside of his trailer. “We got a major problem.”

“You messed up so bad that she ain’t gonna come by and clean for me anymore?!” Angel knew about your little break-ins into his house. He should give you a key, but deep down he loved the feeling of someone going through hoops to show their love for him.

EZ pointed his finger in his big brother’s face. “1, you gonna stop using my girl as labor and 2, she went to confront Galindo about killing Paco and his mother’s therapist.”

“Hold up, does Galindo suspect something?” Angel crossed his arms. Great another shit pile to add to his shit pile.

“I don’t know man. From the things she’s told me, it just sounds like he’s in a depression and spiraling. If he had any information that it was anything but she would have had an inkling. This just sounds like he’s in deep denial.”

Angel looked at his poor brother. He seemed in distress. He knew that EZ was worried about you and didn’t want to add on to that, but there was only one way to keep tabs on this situation. “YNN should keep talking to him. I’m sure she tells you about the talks and you can see if Galindo is on to us.”

“No fucking way Angel!” Ain’t gonna happen. Not on his watch.

“Come on!” Angel did his best to keep his voice down. “This will be our only way in.”

EZ sat triumphantly on the bed. “Even if I would let this happen, it couldn’t. She punched Galindo and left him with some not so nice words.” He retold Angel everything you told him about the argument with Miguel.

Angel whistled. “She’s cold man. That’s why Galindo likes her. It’ll be fine. I’m thinking he’s on his spoiled rich kid shit. Plus, we got other shit to worry about than this right now.”

They really did. This plan to dethrone the other kings was exhausting. “Okay man,” EZ clapped his hand and watched him walk out. He laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying none of this digging Galindo is doing will lead back to him.

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