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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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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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ficnation · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - gender neutral reader

➼ - male reader

🍓 Imagines 🍓

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☠︎︎ EZEKIEL "EZ" REYES

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☠︎︎ JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

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Summary: When you and Letty get in trouble, you go to the only person that can help you out.

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☠︎︎ NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

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Summary: Neron gets comfortable at Vicki's with a certain someone. Their connection blossoms.

☠︎︎ MIGUEL GALINDO

Consolation

Summary: After his son is kidnapped and his marriage with Emily takes the strain, Miguel seeks you out.

🍓 Series 🍓

☠︎︎ ANGEL REYES

“She” (ongoing!)

Chapter 1: The Comfort She Brings ●

Chapter 2: The Guilt She Bears ●

Chapter 3: The Desire She Stirs ♡/●

Chapter 4: The Love She Holds ♡/●

Chapter 5: The Secrets She Keeps

Chapter 6: The Pain She Endures

Summary: You are the bearer of bad news and the bringer of comfort. You are the reminder of his past and the hope for a better future.

☠︎︎ VARIOUS!

The Heart Wants What It Wants (ongoing!)

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mrsamaroevans · 6 months

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I Got You

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Reader.

Request: No.

Words: 770.

Warnings: Murder. So… I needed to write this ‘cause the other day I needed to see gifs of Miguel on season 5 ‘cause he looks gorgeous (fight me) and I still have two episodes left from the show so… I got spoilered (idk if that’s actually a word lol). I needed to give him a different ending so… probably there are spoilers in this? I don’t know… just, read carefully if you haven’ finished the show yet. (I’m very offended, tbh).

A/N: Gif not mine!

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

“Put the gun down”

Your husband's eyes locked with yours. He had a face you couldn’t quite decipher; as if he was surprised but glad that you were there, but at the same time, fear crossed his gaze. The metal in your hands felt cold and wrong. It wasn’t the first time you held a gun, but it was the first time you were attempting to use it to hurt someone.

“(Y/n)…” His voice. That familiar voice. The voice that used to calm you down whenever you were about to cry. The voice from whom you heard the best bits of advice. The same voice that you thought you were gonna hear forever.

‘Cause he was supposed to be your family. He was supposed to be there for you, he was supposed to protect you and never hurt you.

But he was there… with a gun in hand aiming at your husband. But it was like he was aiming at you.

“Ezekiel… put the gun down,” you said again. Your voice almost trembled and that only made you angrier. Ez was in your house about to kill your husband and he looked relaxed. He seemed so calm even though he was there to hurt you. He didn’t seem nervous, or afraid “Put the gun fucking down!”

The gun touched the back of his head when you took a step closer to him. Ez put his hand down. His gun now facing the floor as he slowly started turning to you.

“What are you doing?” Ez asked you once he was facing you.

“I’m doing what you should have done when Angel asked you to stop this bullshit. I’m protecting my family” you told him, stepping back without lowering your hands “Drop it”

Ez didn’t do it “I’m your family”

“No” you shook your head “Miguel is my family. My son is my family… you’re not, at least not anymore”

“So… this is how it ends?” Ez asked after a few seconds of silence. He was there. The same tanned skin, the same eyes, the same Ez. But not really. It was like, physically Ezekiel Reyes was standing in the living room of your house, but if you looked deeply into his eyes… the one standing in front of you was a stranger.

“You tell me” It was unbelievable. All of it. One day you two were playing in the Reyes’ backyard and now you’re both with the chance of ending each other’s lives in your hands “Drop the gun, Ez”

“I feel like I don’t know you”

“You do” You looked at Miguel who seemed alerted and then looked at the gun Ez was holding. His hold became firmer and you knew in that moment he wasn’t going to back down “I always lived to serve my family, you know that”

“I don’t know you”

“It’s me the one that should be saying that” Your eyes filled with tears. It was him or you, there was no point in thinking there was another ending “Drop the gun” your voice came out as a whisper.

“I never stopped seeing you as my sister, you know?”

Your hold weakened and he took that moment to aim at you. Everything happened pretty fast; his arm going up, your finger in the trigger, your body jerking back with the recoil of your gun. When you realized what had happened, Ez’s body was on the floor, a big red mark around him.

You killed your best friend.

“Hey” You heard Miguel’s voice but you couldn’t look away from what you had done, so he took your chin and made you look at him.

“He was going to kill you” was the first thing you said. You felt tears in your cheeks not knowing when you started weeping “He was going to get kill everyone in the club, he was going to kill me…”

“I wouldn’t let that happen” he assured you “We’re you and I against it all, remember?”

You couldn’t nod ‘cause your crying didn’t let you. Your body started to shake as Miguel held you close. You buried your face on his chest, the blood on your face marked his shirt but he just held you tighter, as he could take all your pain to his own body.

“I want you to talk to me” Miguel whispered later that night. Your head on his chest, you could feel your hair a little wet still from the shower “Whenever you want or need to, okay?” His lips touched your head and that made you tear up again “’Cause I got you”

“I got you, too”

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superhoeva-archived · 2 years

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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛

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∞ - author favorite

✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.

𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help.

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦

☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆

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Despiadado, M. Galindo

Summary: When the truth of your relationship with Miguel comes to light, even more truths are revealed.

warnings: toxic!family, meanie!You, twister 👀

word count: 5.4K

a/n: Another installment to the “Reyes!Sister dating ___ and the brothers don’t like it.” It’s Not Over was dating Bishop + beef with Angel and this is with Miguel and troubles with Boy Scout. It’s been a minute! Szn 4 dropping next month!

(gif belongs to @thesewickedhands ✨)

“Just let me borrow a twenty, hermanita.”

With how many times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight, they should be stuck. Your brother Angel always made your hair turn white even at your young age. Your other brother, Ezekiel, gives you both a look and shakes his head with his infamous grin. Without a complaint you pull out your wallet and hand him a jackson bill.

It’s a date night out for your two brothers, EZ with his girlfriend Gabriela and Angel with his sudden fiance, Stephenie, also known as Nails. And you, with your… no one. Gaby insists that you join them and get out of the house since all you do is work.

You are trailing behind the two couples when you get bored of feeling like the lost puppy. After telling them you’re gonna get a churro, you venture off to browse. You watch some teens attempt to master the ring toss and chuckle seeing them trying to cheat the system. It’s when you turn away to move along that you collide with a body.

Their arms grab you in time before you can stumble over. “Tienes que tener cuidado.”

Miguel Galindo.

He gives you a lopsided smile, releasing his grip on you. You swallow thickly and purse your lips, mumbling a quick and quiet thank you. To the crowd, it seemed two strangers had little run in. And besides the obvious with who he is.

But there lies more between the two of you. A story that is just getting started. Your lips begin to twitch up into a smile but you are pulled back into reality when the ringing of a bell sounds in the distance.

You thank him again and step away, getting distance between the two of you. You join your brothers and their dates once more, putting Miguel in the back of your mind. Though that doesn’t last very long until you are thinking of him again.

There is no telling how it all came to be.

Some might say it was like a lion watching a lamb. The stronger always preyed on the weak. But it wasn’t that at all. Despite the chaotic rumors and truths of the Galindo Cartel, unlike those who first meet him, you didn’t fall prey to the words of others. You gave him a chance to introduce and speak for himself.

And suddenly, all you thought was him. All you dreamt of, both awake and asleep. Certain scents could trigger you to yearn for him. Melodies that put you in a trance because he would play them for you and get you under his spell.

With the recent events involving the MC and the Galindo Cartel, your brothers being members…It's been quite the adjustment sneaking around. And Miguel was never the type to not have his way, he could care less about keeping what the two of you have as a little secret. Though you have quite a persuasive trait in you.

“Did you have a good time?” Gaby asks you while heading to the parking lot, she loops her arm with yours and you smile in response. You notice Miguel standing near the end of the parked cars. Your brothers haven’t noticed but you can feel one of them will soon.

Your words can’t come out as you see Miguel begin to step towards you, your eyes widen as you shake your head. EZ and Gaby borrowed pops truck to give you a ride. Your word vomit coming out all at once, “I think I’m gonna wait for one of my friends to come. You two to go ahead. I’ll be good.”

“You sure? Give me a call if you need a ride.” Though your brother hesitates to leave your side until he sees this friend of yours, he waves to you before getting in the truck to drive off.

By the time you swivel on your heel, you are directly in Miguel's arms. “Estas loco?!” You smack his arm, his eyebrows raise as you huff and cross your arms over your chest. He can tell that you are frustrated, the heat nearly radiating off you. “Sí, yo soy...acerca de ti.”

His fingers grasp the loose strands of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, pushing them behind your ear. His fingers trace your jaw line. The breath that had built up in your lungs is exhaled slowly, your eyes fluttering closed as his touch electrifies you.

Your arms uncross and you step forward to bury your face into his chest, his arms encasing you and large hands moving across the small of your back. Your scent has been one of the only things in this world to make him weak in his knees. He smiles as you roll your eyes, feeling the corners of your lips form a smile as well.

After sharing a chaste kiss, you enjoy the carnival but this time as not a third wheel.

You often wonder how word of the Reyes girl fooling around with the Galindo cartel leader did not spread around town. It’s painstakingly questionable but you certainly did not question it.

After sending multiple texts back and forth with EZ that’d you spend the night with your friend, Miguel had escorted you back to his little piece of paradise. Away from the public's eye to which you could fully immerse yourself with him.

And that you did. He wined and dined you til every strip of clothing dispersed around his bedroom floor. His excessively large bed had enough space to allow the two of you to roll around for hours on end.

His words and his hands. Sins directly forged from the devil himself. It’s no question why he is called El Diablo. And how you were capable of holding onto to something as wicked as he, it’s a question for a higher power, someday.

“And when will I be blessed with your presence again, hm?” Miguel gazes at you as you’re sitting in a parked care near a curb, a few streets over from Felipe’s house. It’s one of the few things you asked of Miguel. To ensure your little rendezvous stays discreet especially from your father and brothers.

A smile curls on your lips, trying to hide but you can’t help it. Everything about him makes you feel like you’re floating. His hand on your thigh moves slowly and squeezes the exposed flesh.

He tips his head as you look at him and shrugs your shoulders, “I promised my father that I would be around the house more for lunches and dinners. I haven’t been lately seeing as nearly every weekend I get scooped up by you.”

The smile is on display now, your cheeks burning as you fail to keep it contained. You lean forward and press your lips to his, smiling into it and letting your hands feel his beard. You hold the kiss for a few seconds longer. It wouldn’t hurt, right?

Miguel's face remains stoic when you pull away, you try not to frown but to see him like so it creates an ache in your chest. You know that nothing in your situation is relationship goals and your incessant need to keep it a secret is even more.

“I would like to see you soon, so whenever you aren’t tied down.” He says softly and nod in agreement though the words did leave a lasting impression.

He initiates a farewell kiss and reaches over you to open your door. One of his guys opens it fully for you to get out and you look back to wave before the car takes off. You sigh and send a prayer to the universe to help you out with this.

When you turn to head down the street, your feet cement themselves to the sidewalk. A few feet away from you stands EZ and Gaby. Your skin goes cold and the air in your lungs deflates almost entirely.

Your mouth opens and only a squeak comes out. EZ is quiet but the vein prominent on his forehead speaks volumes, “Y/N, what are you doing coming out of Galindo’s car? What did you do?”

EZ steps forward and you step back. He continues to stride over near you and you stammer on your words, his hands reach to grasp onto you but you completely panic and burst out in a sprint.

You don’t dare to look back and the nostalgia of being young hits you again. When you would run from your brothers with the secrets that could have them grounded for months. They’d chase you til you’re tackled on the ground and threats spat back at you.

But you were kids then and now, the stamina that EZ has accumulated from prison and being in the MC has you beat. When you peer back once Felipe’s house is in sight, EZ is dead on your tracks.

“Okay, okay, stop it!” You come to a halt and hold your arms out in front of you to brace yourself for impact against the mountain of man brother of yours. He collides with you but holds you two steady. You break free from his grasp and smack his chest. “Cabrón.”

Your comment doesn’t go unnoticed as he huffs to catch his breath, “Talk. Galindo, why were you with him?”

“Who's to say that was Miguel Galindo? There are others who drive black SUVs, Ezekiel.” You adjust your purse on your shoulder but he doesn’t buy it one bit.

He sighs and grins, “Not in these parts of Santo Padre. And I-” EZ stops and looks over you, his face changes and a near disgusted look replaces the neutral one. It’s almost sinister too. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Please, tell me I’m wrong.”

Your head jerks back and you wonder what he means by that, your heart picking up a few beats faster, “What? Like I said, black SUVs do not always equate to the Galindo Cartel. Okay?”

He doesn’t get another word in as you jog to the front door and close it behind you. Angel peers over his shoulder and gives you a weird look. You roll your eyes and drop your purse before striding over to your father and giving him a kiss on the head.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is Angel actually doing something useful for once?” You tease as your older brother lets out a sarcastic laugh before going on about how much of a pain in the ass you are.

After you feel things are settled and you help Angel with lunch, EZ and Gaby enter the kitchen in time to eat. You exhale a breath and put on a neutral face. You know your brother is not a stupid man. With his wicked IQ and impeccable memory, you knew he noticed the difference in clothing and the whole ordeal being dropped off by Miguel.

He knows. You know he knows. You know he knows that you know he knows. And EZ has become quite a persistent person these last few months after becoming an official patched member of the MC.

The lot of you gather in the dining room for lunch and you eye EZ as discreetly as possible. He hasn’t made any advancements to out you just yet but you know it will come eventually. Gaby has a weary expression on her face and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Is something bothering you, mija?” Felipe breaks the silence and everyone collectively looks up. Gaby, pobrecita, looks nervous as she stammers and tries to assure him that she is fine.

She smiles and looks down at her plate of food. Angel quirks his eyebrows and shakes his head, digging into the bbq ribs. You pick at the potato salad with a fork and try to silence the thoughts in your head.

You keep your head down but not so much that it will draw attention to you. But nothing gets by your father in his house, “Y tú?”

“Sí, I’m just still tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You reply and EZ chokes on his drink. You look at him and purse your lips into a thin line and damn yourself. Considering he put two and two together, you are sure that those images just flashed in his mind. His baby sister and Miguel Galindo… his skin becomes flushed.

He grits his teeth together as the both of you lock eyes. Without looking away, EZ begins what would become a very difficult day for you, “Pops, what advice would give to someone who is involved in something they know they shouldn’t be.”

Your brother keeps his gaze on you as Felipe groans, it’s not the first time EZ tries to be subtle with calling one of his siblings out, “What is Angel up to now? Out with it, no games today, son.”

The tallest of the Reyes siblings chimes in with confusion as he hasn’t done anything wrong, as of lately. “Gotta be Y/N he’s tryna throw under the bus this time. What did you do now?”

You smack Angel as he fails to dodge it. When you look at EZ, he remains cold and all you want is to wipe that look off his face with your plate. “Nada! He’s mad because he thinks he is so big now that he’s patched in.”

“Órale..” Felipe sits back, “Whatever your sister is doing, I am sure it isn’t anything any of us have to worry about.” Your father stands to bring his dishes to the kitchen.

You lift an eyebrow at EZ as you cross your arms over your chest. Victory. The three of you rarely argued with your father, knowing his temper and the belt arm is still very much tangible.

“Even sleeping with Miguel Galindo?” As soon as those words are spoken, the room falls silent and all eyes are on you. Your jaw agape as you sink daggers into your brother's face.

Angel scratches his head, “Galindo? You’re fucking Galindo?”

Gaby tries to scold EZ, telling him it’s none of his business and to let me worry about my business. But just as sharp as those daggers are pointed as EZ, the ones your father has pointed at you are sharper.

You look at Felipe and blink, feeling yourself automatically cower, “You tell me what your brother says is wrong. Ahora!” The boom in his voice causes both you and Gaby to flinch.

The comment makes EZ laugh, “10 times out of 10, pops, I am right. I saw you exiting his vehicle in front of Gloria’s house before lunch. And if I was wrong? She wouldn’t have run from me when I confronted her.”

Felipe places his plate on the table and takes a seat. He looks so distraught. The Galindo Cartel is not something to engage with. It’s bad enough that his sons are involved with them thanks to the club but his niña?

“You’re going to stop. If I find out again that you are seeing him, I will make sure you see no boy ever again. Entiendes? Huh?!” Your father slams his hand on the table and his eyes widen at you. It was no use trying to suppress the tears.

You want to argue, but the innate feeling to obey your father prohibits you from doing so. But the feeling of running is very much present. When you stand to walk out, Felipe catches your wrist and stands too, pulling you to look at him.

“Do I need to beat you like you are a child with my belt?! Hm? Say you understand, ahora!” He yells and you cry , like you’re a little girl again. When you don't reply, he fumbles for his belt with his free hand.

Angel and EZ stand and call out for Felipe to cut you some slack, “Com’n pops, you don’t gotta do all that.” Your brothers step besides you and your father.

You squirm out of his hold and stumble back into Angel. You let out a whimper as you wipe your face, “I am not a child. Who I involve myself with has nothing to do with any of you. If you have problems with the cartel? That’s on you. Not me!”

EZ scoffs, “You think just because you can’t see a lion in its den then it’s okay to waltz right in? He isn’t someone you go on cute dates and start a life with. Look how well that went Emily.”

“That’s what this is about, right? Oh my goodness, of course. Miguel has taken something from you again. How pathetic can you be?” You laugh and look at Gaby, she seems so worried. “Poor Gaby, does she know that you still cry for a past relationship that would never work anyways. That Reyes temper would have had her fleeing if it weren’t for your stupid ass getting arrested. I mean… she didn’t even want to keep your baby.” Chest heaving and blood pumping.

The look you get from EZ is scalding but the feeling is victorious. He looks more hurt than upset at your comment. Gaby grabs her things and strides out. Felipe tries to hurry after her but she is out the door.

You reach into your bag and text Miguel quickly. 911.

All three of the Reyes men look at you, carrying expressions of disgust, hurt and anger. You look at each of them through a blurry vision. The tremble in your lip is prominent as the feeling tries so hard to consume you but you fight it.

“What?!” You yell, throwing your arms up in defeat. Felipe tsk’d and leaves the room and slams his bedroom door. When you move to leave, your brothers block the way. You look up to them, huffing and trying to break through.

Angel snatches your bag and holds it above his head, “Com’n, chorro, we gotta talk about this, Galindo? You know that shit isn’t right.”

You look at EZ, “You aren’t gonna chase after your girlfriend, hm?”

“I’ve learned there are things that require contemplation and time. Have you learned that?” He sneers and you roll your eyes, stepping away from the brooding men.

You stand with your back faced towards them for a moment before turning on your heal, a smile that holds no happiness or joy, “I’ve learned that Reyes men are nothing but controlling. Why does it matter if I am seeing him? You think I am so helpless that I can’t take care of myself? Do you really think that about me?”

The two of them look at one another and back at you, of course there is a whole lot of truth to your words. They are speechless and you step to Angel and hold out your hand, waiting for him to drop your purse into it.

As if he was simply a few streets over, the sound of tires coming to a halt sounds from the street. You walk over to the window and see Miguel exiting the backseat with a quickness. A few guys trailing behind.

“Shit.” You mumble as you push past your brothers. Of course, they follow you. When you reach the front door, Nestor is standing to knock but stops when he sees you. “That was quick, I’m okay.”

Miguel steps forward and grabs your hand, he steps back to get a full look at you. He doesn’t see any bodily harm but when he gets a good look at your face and sees you’ve been crying, his face changes. He steps towards your brothers who straighten their stances quickly.

“Hey, it’s fine. I am fine.” You grab onto his arm to stop him from starting what would end in some kind of bloodbath. All the men around you are in a standoff. None of them budging.

You swallow thickly, fearing for your brothers though just a moment ago you could care less of what becomes of them. The sound of a shotgun pumping sounds and from behind EZ and Angel walks your father.

This only causes alert with Miguel’s men, they draw their weapons as do your brothers. Your heart begins to hammer and your eyes jump between them all. You squeeze Miguel’s hand, “Is all this necessary? I am simply responding to Y/N’s call. And she seems to be distraught. It’s only right I know why and make sure those who have caused her this distress, apologize.”

Angel scoffs and your father keeps the shotgun pointed. Your eyes plead as Angel tilts his head, keeping his gun level as well, “Nah, seems you are stepping on private property and the owner here seems to feel threatened.”

Miguel raises his hand to signal for the men to lower their weapons. Once they all do, your brother and father do the same. A sigh of relief falls from your lips.

“Come.” Miguel says and he steps away from the house and pulls you along. You look back at your family. You feel the thread that holds you all together being pulled. When not long ago you were feeling hatred against them.

Before stepping near the car, Miguel stops and turns around. “You know, if it’s something I’ve come to learn about her is that she desires trust with those around her. I don’t keep anything from her. I don’t ever make her feel less than what she should be.”

Angel rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “Cool story, bro. Tell us something about her that we don’t know.”

The look Miguel gives you holds an almost apologetic look, he caresses his thumb over your chin and pulls your head closer to allow a kiss to be placed on your forehead. He looks back to the three of them, “Julianna and Gustavo Yuna.”

Those names didn’t seem familiar to anyone except for Felipe. His face drops and you’re so confused with about a million different thoughts coming at you.

“What are you going on about man?” EZ speaks up.

Angel agrees, “Yeah, cut the bullshit and say what the fuck you are trying to say.”

But there was a part of you that knew. That always knew. You felt it when you were younger. Especially when your mother died. Though you spent many nights crying, you didn’t cry because a part of you died with her, you cried because it’s what you do when people die.

You didn’t cry for her because truly deep down, there was no severed connection as there never was a connection. Not to her, not to your father, not to your two brothers. Not really.

“Y/N Yuna is who your sister really is. When your mother learned of your father’s mysterious affair, she threatened to leave. But he begged her not to. So they tried for a third but to no avail. So when word came that a friend in Mexico did not have the resources to raise a child, thus came Y/N Reyes.” Miguel finishes with the sneer in his voice.

Even though a part of you knew, hearing the words out loud didn’t lessen the impact. It feels like the first gasp of air when you’ve been underwater for too long. The ache but relief from being deprived.

When you look at Felipe, you merely blink away the pooling tears. You tug away from Miguel’s hold and get into the car.

“Pops, what is he talking about? Affair? Yuna?” Angel questions his father but Felipe didn’t have it in him to answer anything, not to anyone. He falls back into the house after the car pulls away from the curb.

Angel follows after him, firing away with questions and demanding answers meanwhile EZ remains outside, unsure how to process anything. He understood clearly and knew why Felipe always held you closer and loved you harder. Not because you were the only girl or the youngest but because you weren’t his at all.

You sit flush against the car door, the sun hitting your face and warming the tears that have been falling since leaving your home.

Home. It feels so misplaced among your thoughts.

“Mi amor, say something.” Miguel says, hand reaching across to place on your thigh but you move it away. You cross one leg on top of the others and look down, sniffling and shaking your head.

You finally peer at him, “How long have you known?”

“I knew of it since before you and I began seeing each other.” At least he is being truthful. “I didn’t feel any other time was the right one to share with you. Not until now.”

Laughter bubbles in your throat and Miguel remains still, unsure if this is madness taking over you. You weren’t even sure yourself as nothing is making sense at the moment.

You begin to simmer down and huff, peering out the window, “Turn here, please. I need to do something.”

The day drug on and on, especially for your brothers. They couldn’t get anything out of Felipe as he locked himself in his room for the remainder of the day. EZ tried calling Gaby but she refused his calls, he knew she needed space.

Both brothers sat until night fell and thought about you. The thought of your safety and your fragile heart. They begin talking about how when you were all kids, you would blame them for everything you did wrong and always got away with him.

“How she would set us up, man. Mamona! You know, EZ… despite her seeing fuckin’ Galindo and how that shit isn’t the smartest move, she did look comfortable beside him. I mean, we’ve seen her with other guys and she always was, I dunno, hesitant? Never lasted long either.” Angel confesses, though the words seem sour in his mouth, he meant it all.

The younger brother of the two nods and downs the rest of the beer in front of him. He pats Angel on the shoulder as he exits his childhood home and heads to Gaby’s to try to get in some understanding before seeking you out too.

When he arrives at Gabriela's residence, he sees you and her sitting on the steps in front of the door. He shuts off his bike and pulls off his helmet.

You give Gaby a hug and head towards your brother, “Hey.”

EZ peers at Gaby who gives him a short wave. He looks back at you and you smile softly at him. You nod your head towards him, “Go talk with her. I’ll be here.” Your brother grips your chin and steps away from you.

They don’t talk long, probably because Gaby insists that he right the wrongs with you. She is definitely the mediator of the group. You like that about her. You like her for EZ.

When you had realized that you weren’t far from her house earlier, you asked Miguel to let you have some time alone. You wanted space from him but also to apologize to Gaby as well. It wasn’t fair how you shared the things you did about EZ. It wasn’t how she should have learned about Emily and the abortion.

Gaby is very understanding. She didn’t have any animosity towards you and listened to what you had to say. She even got it out of you about learning of your recent familial relations. Shocked to say the least but kind enough to let you express yourself.

You watch as your brother and her talk. You smile at them and thank the universe for giving your brother someone so patient and willing like Gaby.

When she parts with him, EZ makes his way to you. You straighten your posture and move over for him to lean with you. He clenches his jaw and wrings his his hands together.

“Thank you for talking to her.” He says and you smile, leaning against his shoulder. “She likes you a lot, I think she’s still warming up to Angel. We know how long that’ll take.”

The two of you laugh and nearly tumble off the bike in the process. Angel has always been the center of your amusement. And in between the sounds of the laughter is when you accept that blood isn’t what makes you family.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing warmth and love onto your skin. You know that he will always be your brother no matter what blood runs through your veins, both he and Angel, your father and late mother as well.

“Ezekiel, I’m sorry for the things I said. They were way out of line and I don’t care if I’m adopted. You’re always going to be my family. No matter what comes next.” You lock eyes with him and he nods, quickly encasing you in a big hug.

He sighs into the hug, “I should have given you the chance to explain but I also shouldn't have reacted the way I did. You are all grown up now, there isn’t anything I can say or do to dictate your life. I’m sorry, hermanita.”

You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to hold onto him and remain in the safe spot that you’ve always been in. It’s no question that you needed to talk to your father, along with both brothers but you also needed to talk to Miguel too.

You have EZ bring you into town to your favorite ice cream shop. This time he waits with you until the familiar SUV pulls up. Miguel exits and your brother gives you a farewell hug. The two men eye each other but give approving nods.

Miguel takes a seat beside you and notices the donas in front of you. “I got you some of my favorites. I figure you should know what kind I like, here try this one.”

He eyes the sugared desert in front of him and takes a bite, you stifle a laugh seeing it cover his lips. You take a napkin and wipe off his face, smiling. When dust your hands off, you meet his eyes once more.

“Though learning of all this has been a lot to consume, I guess finding out from you wasn’t the worst thing but also the fact that you knew all this time and never said anything is… harsh. I never thought I would be the girl to have a secretive relationship with a cartel leader. You only read about those kinds of things in books. A ver, look at me now. But I never… I never wanted to feel like I needed to hide something, especially something I am so sure about. And I am very sure about you.

“I could tell that sneaking around was getting to you. And then all of this happens… I guess what I am trying to say is that I don’t want to hide. I want to be exclusive with you. I want the right people to know. Would you like that too?” Your cheeks began to hurt. The light feeling consumes you.

Miguel takes your hand and smiles widely, bringing the back of his lips. He closes the box of pastries and stands, holding out his hand for you to take. He leads you to the car and opens the door for you.

He takes your face in his hands, once you’re both situated in the backseat and kisses you passionately.

“When I started seeing you, I didn’t expect to feel anything more than a simple adoration. I didn’t think it could be… this. In my world there is no room for soft spoken, dainty and beautiful things like you. I expected this feeling to be temporary and now I can’t get enough of you. My hands can’t stop aching for you divine presence within them. You’ve become a solace of some sort. A gift.” He continues to hold onto your face, you tilt your head in adoration, “It’s unfortunate, really. I would have liked to make this last.”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion. A moment later, from the outside and through the window, a hand covers your mouth and a chemical scent consumes you.

But right before you slip out of consciousness, he leans besides your ear, “Your brothers and father murdered my mother and I plan to enact revenge with their most precious gift.”

translations:

Hermanita: Sister.

Tienes que tener cuidado: You need to be careful.

Estas loco?!: Are you crazy?!

Sí, yo soy.. acerca de ti: Yes, I am… about you.

Chorro: Jet. (in terms of speed in this use)

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ingeniousmindoftune · 2 years

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Betrothed - part one.

Warning(s): must be 18 or older. DNI if you are the age of 18! This story will feature intercourse and trigger matters and images. Some soft smut, teasing and pleasuring.

This is part one of I’m not sure!

Pairing(s): Miguel Galindo, Ez Reyes x WOC!

Words: 1K.

Im back you guys but not promising I’ll be active full time.

Betrothed

Unzipping your bags, you let out a deep sigh. You were the daughter of a powerful cartel and you were sent to a place you didn’t know. You’ve visited maybe once or twice, but weren't all too familiar with it. You were to marry Miguel Galindo of the Galindo Cartel as a peace treaty between the two cartels. You had no say in the matter and dreaded every minute, that is until you finally met your husband, he had wooed you with his words and romantics. But you still dreaded him. Marrying someone you didn’t know? And all these thoughts would be the least of your worries. This stipulation was one of many, one that came with a price if you did not abide.

“Just a minute,” you sigh, walking to the door with your robe closed tight.

Making your way to the front door that led to your hotel, you opened the door seeing Miguel standing there, alone. You step aside letting him in. “Glad to see you’ve made it safe and sound.” He looks back at you, you smiled following him after locking the door behind me. “Indeed, I was just about to shower. Care to join?” He chuckled deeply. “That sounds quite nice but,” he looks at his watch. “I’m on a strict timer.” He fixed his suit, you walked closer to him. “Our wedding day is in a week, I’m sure you want to test the waters before you-” He cuts me off with a hand on my shoulder. “There will be plenty of times to test the waters, my love.” He whispers something in Spanish, leaning down planting a kiss on my lips. “After all, you’re to be my wife. We will have plenty of time for that.” Although you and him didn’t know much about each other, you couldn’t deny the sexual tension between the two of you. You found him quite attractive, and he, you.

“This is still so odd to me, Marriage?” You walk over to your suitcases that was rested on your bed, pulling out something for you to wear

He walks behind your resting his hands on your shoulders, he then proceeds to move them to your waist. Your heart skipped a beat from his touch, you were a virgin, he didn’t know and he wouldn’t know until your wedding night. You knew he would always put off sex even when you suggested it. “It is, but trust me. I’ll make it worth while.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder, he ran his hand down your stomach, opening your robe, his hand inches from your vagina. You breathed heavily. “Miguel.” You spoke breathlessly. “Yes, mi amor?” He whispered into your ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I thought you wanted me.” You turned to face him. “I do..”

He leaned down to kiss you but you both were interrupted by his phone ringing. He pulled away, as did you. You cleared your throat hearing him answer the phone with an annoyance in the base of his voice. You excused yourself by going to shower. His cologne still lingered in your nostrils, You bit down on your lip as your hands found their way to your folds. Running your fingers over your heat that was wet from the sound of his voice, caressing your folds and vagina with your finger, but You were soon jumped out of your moment of pleasure. He had entered, watching you through the shower door. You gasped. “I’m about to leave. See you this afternoon for dinner?”

“Y-y-yes.” You answered, stumbling over your words.

Fixing yourself up after you exited the shower. You soon dressed in the outfit you had laid out, slipping your feet in your heels. You grabbed your purse and made your exit, your guards were standing outside the hotel room. “Mrs.Galindo, we are here to escort you.” You waved your hand up. “No need. I’ll do fine on my own today, thank you. I would much rather be alone. After all, I get married in a week to your boss, I just need one day to myself and I’ll call if I need you.” You stated, continuing your walk towards the elevator. “But ma’am!” You pressed the buttons quickly, finally the elevator doors closed, leaning back against the wall.. You let out a sharp exhale. You hated being followed around. It was as if You couldn’t find your own footing.

•

“Thank you.” You told the driver, stepping out.

You looked around at the sightings. Finding yourself at this bar, there were bikes all outside. You hadn’t seen exactly what was going on, just a bunch of men on the inside. You weren’t exactly sure where you were. You just knew You needed a drink, Entering the building and soon all eyes were on you. “Ohhh hello!” You heard someone shout from across the room, You cleared your throat, the building was full of men. Maybe one or two women, all bikers. You cleared your throat. “I’m s-sorry. Am I not supposed to be in here?” A gentleman came from the back. “You’re not. This is the clubhouse for my club but help yourself, what’s your name? What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing on this side of town?”

“I’m new in town.” You answered. “It’s Y/n.” You smiled softly.

He brushed his hand over his face. “Y/n? As in Galindo’s bride to be?” You sat at the bar, not wanting to answer that question. He understood, backing up, coming around. “What can I get you?” You shrugged. “Anything strong. Doesn’t matter.” He chuckled. “Rough day?” You nod your head slowly. “You could say that. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He flashed a warming smile. “Bishop.” You nod your head, fixing your drink but was cut off by all of them leaving except for one. “You’re to keep an eye on me?” You ask him, he walks over sitting next to you. “No, not very much for the prospect to do at the moment. But you shouldn’t be left out here all on your own.” He sizes you up. “I’m Ez.”

“Y/n. Prospect huh?”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah but, not so much for long. So Galindo?” You rolled your eyes, downing your drink, hissing at the burning sensation in the back of you throat, turning your attention from your drink to the man You hadn’t properly gotten a look at until now. “Damn.” You muttered, not knowing it wasn’t under your breath. “Huh?” He chuckled. “N-nothing.” The man was drop dead gorgeous. His smile was even more so attractive, it was something about him that was intriguing to say the least. Handsome to say the most. He shook his head with a chuckle. “Does Miguel know you’re here alone?”

“No, and please don’t tell him.”

He licked his lips. “I won’t.” He smiled and sighed of relief. Miguel was nice and kind but you knew of him, you no more wanted to be married to him than You wanted to be the daughter of a cartel leader. But this was life or death, if You don’t go through with it, it’ll be the death of me and my father. “You don’t seem too pleased to be marrying him.” You were young, marriage was the least thing on my mind. You still hadn’t seen the world like You hoped and dreamed. You had also hoped to be rid of this life, but it seems to follow me. “Mm.” It was all I could say, You couldn’t exactly speak on the matter. “How do you know him?”

“We Mayans do some business with the Galindo Cartel.”

Nodding your head slow. “I should get going.” You stood up nearly falling, he helped you up. Looking into his eyes, he looked into yours. “Would you like me to take you home?” You thought about it for a long time. You shook your head no. You didn’t think of it to be wise of me to make that decision, reaching down in your purse for your phone about to call for your car, he stopped you. “It’s no problem. I can take you home.” You looked up at him, you nod. Following behind him he got on his bike, handing you a helmet. “Hold on to me.” You did as he asked, you were a light weight so of course you were feeling tipsy. Wrapping your arms around him, his cologne pleasing to your nostrils, your head rested on his back as the sounds of the bike roared. Finally making it to the hotel, you stepped off his bike. “You’re in a hotel?”

“Yes. We aren’t married yet,” your phone rung.

You answered it noticing Miguel standing across the street, “You ditch your detail for a Mayan??.” Miguel spoke into the phone as he made his way to where you two were. You lowered your phone once he had hung up, his arm wrapped around you. He pulled you in closer. “Ez Reyes.” You held your head low, wrapping one arm around your waist, clearing your throat. “Babe, he just offered me a ride back. I just needed to clear my head. He was kind enough to bring me home.” Ez smiled. “It’s no harm, Miguel.”

“It better not be, prospect.”

Ez just chuckled and shook his head, he got on his bike and left. “Was that necessary?” You asked Miguel. He shook his head. “I had been calling and calling you, and no answer. And you leave the hotel without your detail? Every one here knows who you are. Your very life can be in danger to get to me.” He moved a piece of your hair from your face. You looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.. I just need moments alone and I hate all of this.”

Sighing deeply, he looked down at you. “You’ll get used to it over time. I don’t want you leaving without detail, okay?” You nod your head, looking up at him, he was handsome and sweet but if half of the stories were true about him, You had every right to fear him. Youhad to do as he said. Comply. Keep him happy. But was it wrong that your eyes were wandering and You found Ez quite attractive, You wanted to get to know him. “Shall we go to dinner?”

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purestxblood · 3 years

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champagnebrock · 3 years

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you should be sad | one

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SUMMARY — caught up grading essays you end up being late to get home, your husband isn’t too pleased. a short conversation with your ex (who called from your dad’s phone) ends with a physical altercation which you decide is the last straw.

PAIRING — fem!reader x angel reyes

WORD COUNT — 3,451

WARNINGS — abuse, violence, strong language, mentions of blood, reader gets a glass thrown at her head, loss of a job, manipulation, mentions of alcohol abuse and drug use.

NOTES — so, this is a x reader fic, but you have a nickname (tok/tokyo) which will be explained a bit later (just wanted to clear that up so no one was confused)

POSTED — 08/22/21

CHAPTER ONE: free

—"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT TOKYO!" your co-worker shouts, waving as you pass her room.

you step back and wave, "night meg!"

you keep walking, adjusting the strap of you bag. you check your watch, six-fifteen. shit shit shit. i'm so fuckin' late. once out in the parking lot, you pick up your pace even more, all but sprinting to your car. you should've just packed up your students essays at four like you planned, but you'd gotten distracted by two particularly good essays. when you finally looked back up again, it was six.

you packed your things at the speed of light, and then booked it, only slowing down to pass your co-worker's open doors. you speed nearly all the way home, shortening the thirty minute drive to fifteen. you pull into your driveway and fear shoots through your entire body as you catch a glimpse of your husband's porsche sitting in the driveway.

i'm so dead. dinner is not cooked and you weren't home when he arrived. instinctively, you touch the fading bruise on your wrist from the last time you'd been late. grabbing your bags from the seat beside you, you scramble toward the house, hitting the lock button on your key fob as you go. you carefully open the front door, your rottweiler dog ares bounding down the steps just inside the door, excited to see you.

he skids to a stop, plopping down on the carpet a few feet from you as you take off your shoes. you dump your things on the floor, and sink to your knees patting them so signal ares he's allowed to come to you. he barks once excitedly, and you wince, hearing a chair scrape heavily against the linoleum as ares nuzzles his face into your neck.

ares is solely your dog. you'd gotten him before you'd gotten married to dominic three years ago. well, partly true, you'd gotten him with your ex, and as much as your ex loved ares he felt like it made more sense for you to keep sole custody of ares because he was rarely ever home. dom absolutely hated ares and that has a lot to do with how protective over you ares is.

when things turned violent with dom, you felt as though ares was a god send. the minute dom even raised his voice, ares had his lip pulled back in a snarl. you loved ares with your whole heart. dom steps into the hallway, his tie askew, his hair messy and his dress shirt sleeve pushed up to his elbows.

"why are you so late?" he demands, stepping toward you and ares. ares has turned on dom—sensing like every other time that dom is drunk—his unclipped tail high, and his ears forward. dom steps back, nearly tripping over his own feet.

you stand up straight, "i got caught up with grading some essays,"

"sure you did," dom scoffs, rolling his eyes. "i was home an hour ago, no dinner, no phone call... i work my ass off to maintain your "lifestyle" and you can't even give me the courtesy of a phone call, really y/n?"

you so badly want to point out that the only reason his porsche hasn't been repoed yet is because you've been covering payments. the only reason that the power hasn't been cut off, is because you've taken a second job to cover the other half of the bills. your "lifestyle" is not the issue. him having lost his job a year and a half ago is the problem.

"i'm sorry," is what you reply instead, knowing that if you bend to his will you might actually get a few hours of sleep tonight. "what would you like for dinner? i think we have steaks in the fridge."

"i'm not hungry now y/n." he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. "i was hungry an hour ago, i ordered a pizza, which you can pay me back for,"

"right, okay, sorry. how much was it?" you ask, digging in the pocket of your dress, producing a fifty dollar bill. before you can search your other pocket for smaller bills, dom snatches it from your hand.

"this'll do, cover the emotional distress as well," he replies, shoving it into his pocket, and turns on his heels heading back into the kitchen. likely to make himself another drink.

you take a deep breath, and ares calms down as well. nuzzling his face into your lowered hand, you look down at him, and crack a small smile. you lower yourself, "you're the only man i need," you whisper kissing his nose. he licks your face and you groan softly, standing up again.

you scoop up your bags and head upstairs to your room to change into pj's. you had a late lunch, eating while you're students finished up their essays last period so you're not hungry quite yet. you take the steps two at a time, ares following closely behind you, stopping every few steps to glance behind him to see if dom will follow. he doesn't. which you're thankful for.

after a quick outfit change you plop down at your desk in yours and dom's shared office, though he never spends any time in here anymore. you place your cellphone on the wireless changer on the edge of your desk and pull the stack of essays out of your work bag. with your reading glasses perched on your nose you set to work.

after grading three or so essays, your phone begins to ring. the distinct sound of your adopted dad, bishop's favourite song, here i go again by whitesnake filling your once silent office. you can't help but smile, every friday night at ten bishop always makes sure to either send you a check-in text or if he has a couple more moments to spare, a phone call.

you pick up, "hey you,"

"tokyo!" a voice shouts into the receiver, a familiar voice, but not bishop's.

"angel?" you ask, pulling your glasses off your nose. "why are you caling? why are you calling from bishop's phone?"

"i just—" he's drunk. you sigh, elbows resting on your desk as you rub your forehead with your free hand. "i miss you," he hiccups and you feel your heart break a little.

you feel ares shift, perking up at the sound of angel's voice through the phone. he recognizes his dad's voice. you don't reply. you hear a bit of a ruckus on the line, shouting and then you hear bishop's voice.

"hey kid," comes bishop's voice.

"hey, what's up with him?" you ask, glancing out the open office door.

noise travels in your house, chances are if you can hear the tv, dom can hear you. you're surprised your voice calling out 'angel' hadn't caused dom to stomp up the stairs and rip your phone from your hand.

"club party, got a little too loaded, i left my phone and you know how he is when he's like this," bishop sighs, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "sorry,"

"don't be, it was kinda nice to hear his voice," you whisper, and bishop lets out a bark of laughter.

"well, while i have you on the line, how's work? how are you? how's my favourite grandson?"

"works good, i'm grading final assignments right now, then i'm done. i'm okay, kinda tired, but okay. and ares' is good, taught him a new trick on sunday,"

"oh? what trick did you teach him," bishop asks.

"ares can now close and open doors by himself," you reply, and bishop chuckles.

"what next kid? gonna teach him to talk?" he questions and you giggle.

"i think he's got that skill mastered bish," you reply, lowing the phone down to ares, "say hi to grandpa,"

ares lets out a short series of soft barks that almost sound like 'hi grandpa' and you hear bishop laughing hysterically on the other end.

"that's fuckin' trippy mija, almost sounded like he said it,"

"yeah he's gettin' good at that," you say, leaning back in your chair.

"well i gotta go chase down angel, he's gettin a little too— angel! get back from the fire! angel! ang— prospect! grab your brother! sorry tok, i gotta go!" with that the line goes dead.

you let out a breath-y laugh, and set your phone back down on the charger. you pick up your pen, and glance up at the open office door. dom's leaning against the doorframe, glass full of scotch in his hand. even though he's leaning, he sways slightly, the ice in his cup clinking.

"you were talking to angel?" dom questions, eyes never leaving your face as he takes a swig from his glass.

blonde hair longer then he normally keeps it, shaggy around his face, long bangs hanging in his blood shot brown eyes. he's not just drunk. the drinking makes his anger explosive, the drugs make him paranoid. up until dom lost his job you'd only ever seen him get explosively mad one time, that anger hadn't even been directed at you. he'd lost it on some guy making you uncomfortable in a bar. then, he got into the drugs, which made him volatile, and his anger was now always directed at you. something made him think you were cheating, so, he'd started isolating you. the only man you were allowed to talk to was bishop—who was as good as the only family you had.

you'd had to cut out angel, your ex, and one of your best friends. you also had to cut out his younger brother ez, who'd you only ever seen like a younger brother. there were so many connections and relationships you'd been robbed of since dom had lost his mind. dom is sick, that's evident. you should've left the first time he hit you, but you couldn't. he'd managed to fool you into thinking it was a one time thing.

then, the next week you'd found out he lost his job. not from dom, but one of your co-workers who worked with dom. it was a shock, but suddenly the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. when you came home that night, you confronted him, and you were met with a handful of jabs about your job. you were also met with a few jabs literally. he'd punched you in the face for raising your voice at him. it was around that time that dom started locking ares outside, or in a room when he wanted to yell, realizing that the one man dom couldn't take from you was the one keeping you just slightly out of reach.

you blindly reach for your phone, opening the voice recording app and hitting record. you keep your eyes down, attempting to play it off as just fiddling. it works. dom doesn't even register that you've even got the phone in your hands. he just stares at you expectantly. you shove your phone into your pocket, and look up, lacing your fingers together and giving him your attention.

"not really, he called— he stole bishop's phone, bishop took it. i just got off the phone with bishop," you reply, stumbling over your words.

there's an aura of calmness that exudes from dom, his voice is barely a whisper, and even though there's the clink, clink, clink, of the ice in his drink, you catch a small glimpse of the man you used to love. the man you married. not this possessive monster in your husbands body. however, just as you see dom, that man disappears.

"how is angel?" dom spits, and your whole body immediately tenses at the venom leaking from each hate filled word.

"i uhm, i don't know." you mutter, eyes moving away from dom's face and towards the glass in his hand.

dom's knuckles are turning white, and it takes exactly .2 seconds for you to realize what's coming next. you don't duck in time, the glass hitting you in the eye and then dropping to the floor shattering into millions of little pieces. a few of the shards embed in your legs, and you're just glad that ares isn't still laying at your feet. he's up on his feet, stalking slowly toward dom, his lip curled up showcasing his sharp white teeth, herding him out of the room.

you're in absolute shock. maybe you shouldn't be, you've been dealing with this for months. up until this exact instant, dom had never thrown anything at you. he never hit you with anything. you'd never feared for your life... until now that is. you feel blood trickle down your face.

"you can't stay in there forever!" dom shouts, he's in the hallway, staring right at you.

"what is the matter with you?!" you shout back, all the pent up anger, frustration and sadness pouring out of your mouth before you even have a chance to think about what you're saying, what kind of damage you're about to cause. "you have no damn right to throw shit at me because of a ten second interaction,"

he looks taken aback, "what did you just say?"

he shoves ares aside with his foot and marches into the room, slamming the door in your dogs face. you hear ares being to bark and growl at the closed door. you're going to stand your ground. a year and a half is long enough. you're leaving, tonight. be it in a body bag or of your own volition. you slam your fists down on the table, standing up using your socked feet to drag the glass to once side of the floor before standing up.

"i said, you don't get to throw shit at me." you snarl through gritted teeth, your eye throbbing in pain. "i am a person, with feelings. just because you lost your job, and feel like a worthless sack of shit doesn't give you the right to lay your hands on me, or make me feel less then dom,"

"oh you're in for it now you little bitch," he sneers, and lunges at you, but do to his intoxication, you're easily able to duck out of his reach.

you make a mad dash for the door, but end up slipping just before you reach the door. you hit the floor, and it knocks all the wind out of your lungs. that's when you realize in the seconds it's taken you to recover, dom's gotten a hold of your leg and is dragging you back from the door. he drags you away from the door, and drops his whole weight on top of you. you glance around, looking for anything to get your hands on. you being screaming, hoping, praying one of your neighbours will hear. you catch a glimpse of a larger chunk of the glass. if you could just distract him long enough...

"dom let me go!" you shout, wiggling your whole body underneath him, unfortunately for you he's got probably a hundred pounds on you. "get off of me! get off of me you prick!"

you smack at his chest, scratching your decently long nails at him in any attempt to get him off. you can guess what his play is, choke the life out of you. then it dawns on you, hit him where it hurts. literally. so, while he's distracted trying to grab hold of both your hands, you use all your strength to punch him directly in the balls. dom lets out a yelp, his eyes rolling back as he slides off you to left. you roll over, grabbing the glass shard and immediately push yourself up onto your feet. you hold it out in front of you, slowly circling him, and using your free hand to feel for the door knob.

"you stay away from me dom, this "marriage" is over. i'm leaving, tonight." you say, and he just groans.

you open the door, step out into the hallway, and then close the door behind you. you have ares sit in front of the door so you can cross the hallway to pack a few things. you hear ares growl and snap at the door every few minutes, and then the door click shut again. you change out of your pyjamas and into a black henley, a pair of black skinny jeans and your favourite leather jacket bishop had gotten you when you were fifteen.

you'd been denied the things you used to love for so long that finding yourself wearing clothes you'd promised dom you'd thrown away years ago is weird. this outfit had been such a comfort to you over the years, and now, it feels foreign. you hadn't worn skinny jeans in years, opting mainly for flowery dresses because you needed formal-causal clothes for work. your style had been suppressed by dom for so long that you almost feel weird wearing these clothes now. you'd started wearing less "biker-slut" (dom's exact words, not yours) clothes and more "respectable attire". you dressed like dom's friends wives. a style that when you were seventeen you and angel had made fun of.

"they all look the same," angel had laughed, and you nodded, "suburban mom chic, you'd never catch me dead in that shit!" you'd responded. you don't dwell on that though, you just shove the things you need into your duffle and pull on a pair of old combat boots you'd had hidden in the back of your closet. as you get ready, you begin to realize you'd hidden a lot of things from dom even in the beginning of your marriage. maybe you should've clued in then, but you were in love. it took him physically putting his hands on you to realize how manipulative dom was.

you'd been smoking since you were twelve, a bad habit, one you'd always tried to kick but being with dom made you anxious—even in the beginning—so you began secretly smoking. anxious that he'd see your flaws and decide you weren't worth the hassle. you'd even stopped speaking spanish, a language you grew up speaking. not your mother-tongue, but one you'd been taught by bishop, angel, ez and their parents. a language you loved. dom didn't speak spanish, so you'd never had anyone around to speak it to except ares. you catch a glimpse of yourself in the window, and find yourself smirking.

you don't see twenty-seven year old you in your reflection. you see seventeen year old you. long dark hair a mess, blood streaked on your face, a growing black eye, all black clothes. you used to be a force of chaos, no one dared to even glance at you wrong. now, you don't know who that girl even was. she seems like a completely different person. you remember being such a firecracker, always getting into fights with people twice your size and nearly always coming out on top, and now, now, you're fleeing from your home in the middle of the night with your tail between your legs because your husband couldn't keep his damn hands to himself.

seventeen year old you would be incredibly disappointed in you. seventeen year old you would've killed dom the first time he hit you. however, you're not seventeen year old you. what you are, is scared, alone, and hoping you hadn't burnt too many bridges in the name of your "love" for dom. you turn away from your reflection and take your wedding ring off. you set it on his bedside table, and then you grab ares' favourite toys, and head down the hallway. dom peaks his head out of the office, and ares snarls.

"you're making a big mistake!" he says.

"the mistake was staying to begin with," you snap back, continuing on your path.

you walk down the stairs, your students essays long forgotten as you head into the kitchen and grab the coffee can you'd secretly been stuffing money into since before you'd gotten married. then you head out into the night, whistling for ares. he trots down the steps, and out of the house into the passenger side of your car as you wait. you can hear dom stumbling to make it to the door, and you just close the door and round your car.

you slide into the driver's seat, and turn the car on. dom comes running out, waving something in the air, you don't stop. you just back your car out of the driveway. if you drive all night you'll make it to santo padre by six or seven am. you glance at ares, smiling, slightly to yourself. we're free. you think, turning on the radio and turning it up.

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satashiiwrites · 2 years

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Wip Wednesday

So yeah. Haven’t worked on this in a while but today I have cranky Miguel in the back of my brain so…. Yeah. Tagging @imsupposedtobewritting @radio-chatter @quietborderline @elisela @missanniewhimsy @outtoshatter and anyone else who wants to play along. No pressure as always!

Title: The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss, unknown chapter

Fandom: Mayans MC

Pairings: EZ/Miguel, prior Miguel/Emily and canon pre-series Ez/Emily, Angel/Adelita, eventual Angel/Coco

Other tags/warnings: no series knowledge required—we’re AU from about the third episode or so. Sentinel/Guide. Cut for length. Bond interference.

Miguel snarled, frustration clear on his face and EZ could almost feel his guide—the steel trap that had clamped down on their bond was still holding. It felt almost but not quite like someone was pounding on a door far away. His senses were dulled, not even a normal human’s as they’d given him such a high dose. Everything was dull, just this side of numb and the color of his vision was faded.

The only thing that seemed vivid was Miguel in the pale washed out world around him.

The warm tan of his skin.

The inky black of his hair that was sticking up at all angles from how he’d run his hands through it in frustration.

The intoxicating pull of his whiskey brown eyes that were laser focused on EZ’s.

He could almost taste the remembered scent of his guide but there was nothing. No aftertaste on his tongue, no aroma to savor because he couldn’t…. He couldn’t scent him.

The blocking drugs had taken that from him.

His tongue felt foreign in his mouth as he licked his lips, trying to close his mouth but feeling a line of drool escape he was so uncoordinated. His fingers were clumsy as he tried to twine them in Miguel’s shirt but finally caught and held in the fine cotton weave, anchoring him as one of Miguel’s arms wrapped tight around his waist, the other holding his jaw.

“My guide,” he whispered, words slurring as he let his face rest and then rubbed like a cat against the warm palm. EZ wanted to feel the texture against his unshaven cheek, wanting to feel the ridges of each fingerprint but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t even feel the tears escaping his eyes as they trailed down his face.

The numbness penetrated deep into his core, chilling him.

“My sentinel,” Miguel whispered back, eyes intense as they traced his features. “They took you from me. What did they do to you?”

There was a far away howl of a wolf, calling for it’s mate. The lonely cry echoed through his brain, vibrating a response in his own chest that was barely audible. He wanted to respond—the part of him where his own wolf resided snarling in its cage, howling in response in the back of his mind where it’d been bound by the blocking drugs. The steel bars of the chemical cage wavered for just a moment before holding fast.

“Miguel,” he called, plaintive. “My guide, mi vida…” the endearment they’d both jokingly used tumbled from his mouth.

This time it wasn’t teasing.

Miguel was his vida.

His guide.

His life.

A few more tears escaped his eyes, trailing wet tracks down his cheek. He couldn’t feel the touch of his guide even on his face. He knew it was there but he couldn’t feel. They’d done this. Taken this from him.

How could they have done this?

The fear that the drugs had damaged their bond permanently tore at him.

Crowding into him, Miguel was undeterred and never once blinked, eyes fastened on EZ’s. “Ezekiel,” he crooned, “My sentinel.”

“Miguel,” he called back, rubbing his face against his guide’s palm to bury his nose in the pulse point, tongue sneaking out to lick and taste.

Nothing.

Frustrated, he bit at the skin gently and licked again.

Nothing.

The hand twisted, sliding around to grip the back of his neck and pulling him in even closer until his nose was buried in Miguel’s throat, right where the bonding bite mark was still raised against the otherwise unmarked skin. The rumbling growl in Miguel’s chest vibrated through him as he pressed into the mark, teeth gently catching.

The pounding on that mental door was louder. Still muffled but it was coming in waves now, distinct.

Miguel was saying something, his voice intense against EZ’s ear but it was difficult to focus.

“My sentinel. How dare they? They will not take you from me! You are mine as I am yours! Ezekiel!”

At his name, EZ bit down hard, teeth breaking the skin. He clamped down hard—harder than he had with the initial bonding.

Something slipped.

Something deep within him that rolled beneath the surface of his conscious mind as it crested.

Something primitive.

He’d been told old stories—myths—of what and why sentinels always had guides. Of the danger of an unbound guide or sentinel.

The damage that could be caused by interference.

There were reasons why the laws were weighted so heavily in favor of sentinel-guide pairs. A sentinel or guide was dangerous if taken from their mate—there were stories of entire units of soldiers being wiped out by a surviving sentinel or guide going back throughout history. A severed bond would cause the survivor to enact revenge until they were stopped—almost always permanently. An alpha guide of Miguel’s level, with no restraints on his gifts that he didn’t yet even know the limits of?

They had no clue what they had done by administering the blocking drugs.

None.

EZ wouldn’t object to whatever Miguel wanted, would do anything to try and reconnect with his guide. Whatever it was that made him a sentinel snarled in frustration at the blocked bond, railed at it.

Miguel had arched into the bite, face rapturous in pleasure when EZ opened his eyes again.

“Guide… my guide…” he whispered into the juncture of neck and shoulder, tongue laving at the mark that bled sluggishly. The taste of copper was startling but real.

EZ hadn’t tasted anything since the drugs.

He didn’t resist when he found himself slammed into the ground, Miguel’s teeth finding purchase in his own mark as his shirt was pulled away. Miguel’s weight settled into his hips, knees bracketing his chest as the guide curled over him protectively. Possessively. The hardwood floor under him keeping him in place even as his own hands latched on to hold his guide in place above him.

The feel of warm skin under his fingers, silky smooth over corded muscle of the back and hip. The flex of each stuttered breath.

The only warning was a brief flicker of feeling, a searching touch that reached for him from his guide.

The sharp pain of Miguel’s teeth in his neck, the pressure and release before the gentle press of a close mouthed kiss to the mark that covered his guide’s lips in his blood.

The drug’s hold on the bond snapped and his senses came roaring back in a flooding deluge.

EZ was instantly overwhelmed.

It was too much and never enough.

He sought out Miguel’s mouth with his, connecting like two magnets. The taste of guide and blood, the sweetness of shared breath. The heat of touch and the weighty presence that surrounded him as his guide’s heartbeat thundered in his ears.

They both scrambled to get their hands on each other. Clothing was torn at and discarded as hands sought to re-memorize each inch of flesh.

To mark.

To reclaim.

Miguel was his.

He was Miguel’s.

The bond had snapped back to life, stronger than before as Miguel pushed mentally at him. Instead of breaking or scattering, his inner self folded around the guide, encompassing him and sheltering around the sharp edges that calmed and softened as they intermingled. Miguel was everywhere all at once within him, spreading and merging all their separate parts in a desperate need to renew their bond.

Unsurprising, their physical bodies followed.

#wip wednesday #the outlaw and the cartel boss #Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes #sentinel/guide AU #i really should work on this

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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 10

Part 9

Series Masterlist

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

Summary: You may have chosen EZ, but that doesn’t stop you from bonding with Miguel

Warnings: Brief mention of suicide, smut, spoilers for season 3

A/N: The gif will make sense once you read 😂 Gif credit: @dannypinot

Masterlist///Taglist

The following months after your father’s death was a whirlwind. Not too long after his funeral, Miguel’s mother met her demise by her own hand. Her suicide took a big toll on him. Plus, the miscarriage that Emily had didn’t help neither.

Then there was the demise of the town. You suspected it had something to do with the club, specifically Angel and EZ, but as usual they kept you out of it. It was a war zone with the National Guard there. Their presence also put Miguel’s project for the city to the halt. Now most of the people were unemployed.

The only good things that happened was that EZ was a full patch now and you were thriving at your new job. Oh, also you and Miguel were good friends. The deaths of your parents brought you two closer.

“Hello, Mr. YLN.” Miguel set the bottle of whiskey by your father’s headstone. He avoided your lighthearted glare. “Ah, I know. The dead doesn’t need it, but I think his spirit needs it.”

“Then the grave robbers take them.” The gesture was sweet, but it was a waste of his money. “Are you making better use of your money? Like maybe seeing a therapist?”

Unlike you, he wasn’t prepared for his mother’s death. It completely wrecked him. He shaved his beard, iced Emily out. Did you mention that he was cheating on her? With that Palmao lady. He had a mountain of stress on his shoulders and he refused to seek help. Your weekly talks were his therapy.

“Nice try.” He tapped your shoulder. “My mother went to therapy and she still committed suicide. Its safe to say it’s a crock of shit.”

Nothing you could say would make him feel better. All you could do is be there for him and squeeze his hand. “Just think about it,” you tilted his chin so you could get a good look at him. “For me, okay?”

Miguel caressed your face. The only person other than Cristobal gave him solace during this time was you. If only he could have you by his side, he wouldn’t have been such a mess. “It’s because of you, I only entertain the thought. Anyway, how’s work?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond to the levity of the earlier statement.

“Great.” You took a sip of your coffee. “They’re trying to convince me to take the Kim Kardashian route.”

“You should.” School was important, but you were more than ready to be a lawyer. Miguel knew you could easily shred any lawyer on his payroll, on anyone’s payroll. “Listen, I know its unconventional, but you really should do it. I know you want to get your degree, but I think this is your best option.”

You mulled over his words. If everything had went right the first time, then you would be practicing now. Only two things worried you, 1) what if you didn’t want to practice in California, and 2) others would try to undermine you. You could easily see colleagues giving you a hard time for not going the proper route.

“I like school though.” And you really did. School and work was where you thrived at.

“No one likes school.” At least not law school. The endless sleepless nights, the stress, the research. It was not a fun time. He tilted his head as he looked at you. “But you’re not like everyone else. You’re one of a kind.”

“I try to be.” You did a little shimmy.

The two of you continued your conversation at the diner. It wasn’t the most welcoming environment, but no one dared to step towards Miguel. “You know you should continue the project.”

He held up his hand and sighed your name. This conversation was getting tiring. Perhaps the only downside of knowing you was that you had a bleeding heart. You saw a sob story everywhere, someone always needed help. That’s why you could never get out of your situation before you met him. Even if you were on your last dollar, you would give money to someone who needed it more than you.

“We wouldn’t make enough profit.”

Finally, you came prepared. You brought out your business plan. “Don’t judge this too much, I’m not a business major, but I did some research.” Hopefully, you had all your points covered. Miguel said nothing as you went over the plan. It made you more nervous, but you kept trucking through. “Yeah, I know its not as much as you would’ve made but it’s still a profit and then you gain the respect of the people. They might see you as a savior once they start making money and trust me loyalty is everything.”

All of this was beyond impressive. It was better than anything him and Emily came up with. Even if stress and grief didn’t plague them, they couldn’t come up with this plan or they wouldn’t even consider it. At the beginning they wouldn’t see that much profit, but over time they would. Santo Padre could be so much more than just a border town.

“I’ll think about it.” He remained neutral. “Hey, you did good. I gotta watch my back.” He laughed to change your pout.

“Thanks. I should go. I gotta cook food for the club.” They all have gone a little bit feral. Bishop had a Duck Dynasty in training beard. With the tunnels closed off, beef with other charters, and Coco was going through his own stuff, the guys weren’t taking care of themselves.

Miguel escorted you to your car and kissed the crown of your head. “You can’t do everything, Superwoman. Slow down or I’ll pay a visit to Ezekiel.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you waved him off. “I’ll be fine. Be safe and make sure you wrap it up when you meet with Paloma.”

Miguel pulled his shades on and laughed. “Yeah, you still haven’t learned to use that filter.”

“Nope.” You copied his laugh and got into your car and drove off.

The guys were at the clubhouse by the time you got there. They were already going hard at the drinks. “Don’t you think you should slow down?” You took Bishop’s beer and replaced it with a water.

“Its because I love you that I didn’t break your hand, but if you don’t give me my beer back I will hurt your feelings.”

“Awww,” you tickled his beard. “Someone is hangry.” You kissed his cheek. “Eat first. You can’t run a motorcycle gang when you’re not taking care of yourself.”

Bishop couldn’t help but smile. Now of days, you were the only thing that made him smile. Thank god, you chose Boy Scout. “Then tell your boyfriend and his brother to stop getting into fights with soldiers.”

“They did what?!” Just then the two culprits walked in.

“Hey baby.” EZ opened his arms to hug you, but you slapped him on the back of his head. “What was that for?”

“Why are you getting into fights with soldiers?”

Angel sensed that it was time to dip before he got into trouble as well. “Get back here old man Reyes. You’re in trouble too.”

When you Angel spilled that Coco and Gilly were involved, you fussed at them too. The reprimand only stopped when you were reminded that you had to feed the guys.

You made sure everyone was fed before you made yourself a plate. EZ guided you to his RV, since you two didn’t see each other this morning and needed the alone time.

“Okay, we’ll go to Target sometime this week.” EZ laughed, while rubbing your leg. It never failed that you teased him about his lack of decorations and utensils in his RV. According to you, even if he didn’t have a traditional home, he needed to make it as comfortable as possible.

Running your fingers through his close cropped hair, you assured him it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, you couldn’t buy too many things, or it would overcrowd the place.

Easily, the two of you fell into the typical conversation of each other’s day. Usually, you tried to gloss over your days with Miguel, but something about today really bothered you. “Its like he’s one step from becoming unhinged. He hasn’t done anything with the club?”

EZ had to do his best not to tense up, because you would notice and he couldn’t bother telling you anymore lies. Dita’s death didn’t necessarily haunt him, but the consequences did. He should’ve known better that you would keep constant contact with Miguel. However, there was no way to stop it even if he wanted to.

Although, him and Angel were careful he was scared that Miguel would find out and take out revenge on you. Working with Big Bird made him paranoid. Then add in the updates you gave about Miguel, he was on high alert. Plus, that family was freaking nuts anyway. You didn’t need to be over there, but there was no way to tell you without revealing this secret.

“Nah, but maybe you should stop hanging around him if he’s that unhinged.”

Voice of reason or jealousy? Sometimes you couldn’t tell with Ezekiel. “He needs me. He needs someone with common sense, since his wife can’t- oh my god!” How could you forget the chisme. “Did I tell you he’s cheating on Emily? Like he’s having a full blown affair.”

That got you two talking. Your big, buff macho boyfriend doesn’t like to admit that he loves gossip, but he’s the first one asking for updates. Like the office love triangle that is going on at work, he’s always asking you if anything popped off that day.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” You absentmindedly massaged his scalp. “I thought you hated cheaters? You didn’t go on your man ain’t shit rant on him?”

You dug a knuckle into his rib. “For your information, I did! I tell him each time to quit his shit, even though I don’t like she who shall not be named.”

EZ busted out laughing. You treated Emily like she was the damn plague. “She’s not Voldermort, you know.”

You tapped your chin. “You’re right. She’s that bitch everyone hates. The one in the pink outfit.”

EZ watched in amusement as you tried to figure out that character’s name. However, that amusement turned into horiness per usual. He would find you adorable then boom hardon. Sure did make things difficult when y’all were out in public.

“And oh poor Snape is dead now. I should rewatch those movies cause he’s a whole mo-, EZEKIEL!” There was a welcomed invasion in the form of EZ’s fingers in your core.

“Yes?” He nibbled on your neck.

“Did you get turned on by Snape?” Your giggle soon transformed into another moan.

That was music to his ears. That little attitude changed as soon as he applied pressure. “Baby that mouth is gonna get you in trouble one day.” His tongue explored your mouth. He loved how you couldn’t battle for dominance properly. You were subjected to his will.

“Ezekiel,” you gasped when he finally let you up for air. “If you can’t handle it, just say that.” Yeah, you still talked shit even you were clearly losing. You liked to call it one of your more admirable traits.

In a flash, your head was hanging off the edge of the bed. It was a real shame your view was distorted, because you loved seeing EZ in his full dominant energy. Your vision was inverted, so it wasn’t terrible but your brain wasn’t working properly for you to take it all in.

“Open up.” EZ hooked his thumb in your mouth and shoved his dick in.

This should be illegal. How did each time feel like a new experience? Ezekiel brought you to a higher plane each time.

“My pretty little whore.” His hands found their way around your throat.

EZ got lost in you, maybe too lost. The past few days started to come up. Soon he wasn’t choking you, instead he was holding down that punk he was fighting the other night. Luckily when he looked down your eyes snapped him out of it. “Mi gracia salvadora,” (My saving grace)

“Humm?”

EZ rubbed your cheek. “You’re my saving grace.” He pulled out and kneeled beside you. Couldn’t be romantic when you have your dick stuck down someone’s throat. “You.” He stroke back your hair. “You make me believe I’m a good person.”

Stopping his hand from smoothing back your hair, you grabbed his wrist and kissed the inside of his hand. You could tell he needed to be grounded in reality, in this moment. “Why do you say that baby?”

“Because God wouldn’t give me you if I wasn’t. I guess I’m not as horrible as I believe.”

You sat up and cupped his cheeks. “Ezekiel Reyes you are not a horrible person. And trust me God is most likely punishing you with me. I am not for the weak.”

EZ smacked his lips. “You ain’t lying there.”

If this wasn’t such an intimate moment, you would’ve slapped him. “You’re lucky I’m in a nice mood.” You continued on about how great of a person he was. Of course, he did some bad things. He was in an outlaw motorcycle gang, they’re very existence is going against the grain. But to his core, to his true self, Ezekiel Reyes is a good man and you’ll remind him of that every day if you have to.

“Okay, well this good man,” He crawled on top of you, pushing you against the headboard. “Is about to do very bad things to you.”

“Well you won’t get any complaints from me.”

Your laughter brought peace to EZ. As long as he had you, he had no worries. But unfortunately for him, those misdeeds were coming back to bite him in the ass.

On the other side of town, Miguel sat in his dark office with papers strewn everywhere and a drink in his hand. Something was wrong. Miguel could feel it in his bones. Dita Galindo was a proud woman. She would never commit suicide. She would never leave him or Cristobal. He would find out what happened and make whoever was responsible pay.

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wisteriaandwafers · 3 years

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Shorts List

Two months ago I made a list of series and said I would make one for shorts, oneshots, drabbles, two-parters and such, next time I put off actual work. But like the true queen of procrastination that I am, I procrastinated on that too.

I would like to thank all the authors on this list and some that are not (bc I forget stuff), I really appreciate you for giving me little pockets of joy. Some of these are older that I keep in my mind and some newer that are so fun.

They are mostly of the soft and cute variety because I’m soft and I love love. Here you go babes

You are responsible for what you read. Take a peek at the warnings.

Mayans M.C.

Miguel Galindo

Indulge in the fantasy of meeting a rich man. I mean he runs a drug empire but that might be your thing... idk your story 🤷‍♀️

Open house by @perfumeofsighs

I just really enjoyed this one. The writing...*mwah*

Are we on a date right now by @brattyfics

One of the first Mayans fics I read on here and I still love it

Tightrope 2 by @mrsamaroevans

Part 1 is slightly angsty but it gets really sweet in 2

Our life is golden by @sheeshgivemeabreak

This is one of the ones that is not cutesy but it’s really good so...

Ezekiel “Ez” Reyes

I wonder when all of the fic writers decided that that he is always a best/long time friend. I wasn’t invited to this meeting but I so enjoy the spoils

Adore you by @starrynite7114

This one is love and peace embodied. Makes me smile always

Let me sleep by @drabbles-mc

This one is so cute.

Something Real by @challengeahellcat

They’re on a roller rink date. Nuff said

Prisoner and this one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

It’s so warm and cute.

Teasing by @angelreyesgirl

This one makes me smile all big all the time

First day of school by @spookys-girl

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Cleanse your minds of present day Coco with very cute Coco fics

My little gangster by @sadeyesgf

This one resides in a special place in my heart. Also it reminds me of Cat joining a gang in victorious

This drabble by @withmyteeth

You know what do yourself a favour and read the entire drabbles masterlist.

Funfair date by @mayans-sauce

Go and be assaulted by cuteness

It was always you by @whatupitsastarrynite

It’s long time love and such. they had a reblog war that created this gem

Angel Reyes

He doesn’t have a nickname. Sad.

Pure love by @rebelwrites

What a smiley fic

The 7th Floor by @yourwonkywriter

Confession fic.

TikTok prank by @jeonsblackgf-writes

It’s just funny 😄

Nestor Oceteva

I so enjoy the way writers create situations like we know anything about the man

This one by @everyhowlmarksthedead

He threw a taco at a cop

No sugar for me by @nestors-whore

This one is not really nestor-centric but his reaction is so funny so

My favourite things by @crimsonheart01

Some More

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

There were no smiling gifs of Erik. Then I remembered that fic Erik is very different than how the movie went

You Good 2 by @cecereads209

It’s a meet cute type situation and so lovely

Baby Fever? by @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

It’s a platonic coupling but still very cute and funny

Cranky by @kittehkwrites

Lesson in not skipping nap time. Very adorable

Kevin Atwater

Sweet tooth by @crushed-pink-petals-writes

There’s a bakery and sweets involved. My little baker heart loves this

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Confession : I haven’t even finished the show but a lot of people I follow reblog and then I read

Crush by @charcoocheurie

The little sister has a crush and it’s so witty and cute.

Letty Cruz

Letty Cruz the beautician by @isisafrofairy

Also because she makes very gorgeous mood boards that have inspired or been inspired by authors

Finally,

This is my love letter to gif makers, I don’t know how you do it but I love you for it and appreciate you. I know for a fact that some of my favourite fics would not have been possible without your work so... Most of them are multi fandom, but I’m referring to Mayans mostly.

@shadesalvarez

Her work is so gorgeous and she hosted Mayansmcweek. And she’s obsessed with Danny Pino and I enjoy that. Also, can you say speed

@thesewickedhands

Because I enjoy her obsession with Coco Cruz very much

@angels-reyes

Because even though, they don’t make gifs anymore, theirs are still some of the most used

@lunapascal

Because they gif while scenes that are always so pretty

@ortizobsessed

Seems like they’re always telling a story in the sets

@hvitserkk

Is very artsy in their editing and that’s fun for me

@angel-reyes

Because they have the funniest Ez Angel interactions giffed and I enjoy that

@haydenpanettieres

Because they do so many Ez and Gabi moments and I’m obsessed with that pairing

@mitchmarnii

Because they do character sets for all your needs

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harbouredsoulss · 3 years

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Exit Wound - 2nd & Final Part

Author’s note:

SUPRISE!

I was so close to turning this into three parts. Instead I decided I would make this one longer! I really loved writing this!

I am so excited to share more stories with you! I have so much planned.

I really really hope you enjoy this! Please don’t forget to like, comment, & reblog. I would really appreciate it 💞

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You can read Part One here and my Masterlist here.

EZ Reyes X [OC] Amalia

Warnings: Injured EZ! Mentions of blood. Swearing! Fluff. SEX.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: EZ brought a knife to a gun fight. Now Amalia is stuck having to use her nursing skills to save her boyfriends life. Will she save him?

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She sat there for a time, kneeling beside the couch, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he took in unsteady breaths. Angel had begged her to go to bed and get some rest but she couldn’t bring herself to leave EZ’s side.

Angel tried everything he could think of to convince her to go to sleep but knew nothing he would say could change her mind.

It was moments like this where Angel hoped he would find something like this one day. The unwavering love and commitment Amalia had for his brother was unshakeable and made him slightly jealous, though he would never say that out loud.

Later on in the night Coco and Gilly had come back to drop off the pain relief and antibiotics. They didn’t stay too long, they could tell just by looking at her she wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone, nor should she be. They left with goodbyes and good luck, though they kept the latter for Angel’s ears only. Amalia was grateful they had gotten back so quick with the supplies and she desperately wanted to wake EZ and give him the medicine as soon as possible but she knew he needed to rest, and decided it could wait until he wakes.

The minutes ticked down as did the hours as she sat there, eyes trained on the rise and fall of her lover’s chest. For a time, she sat there caressing his face, allowing silent tears to stream down her own. His forehead was covered with sweat, his temperature rising. She wiped at the beads of sweat with a wet rag, allowing the cold cloth to mildly ease his fever down.

When dawn was nearing, Amalia found herself drifting in and out of consciousness, head resting on her arm that lay on the edge of the couch, her fingers intertwined with EZ’s. Her mind continued to torture her with fleeting visions of EZ dying on their sofa, blood pouring from his wounds, voice screaming in pain, echoing all around her. There were moments where she would wake with a start, eyes wide, squeezing his hand, running hers up and down his arm just to feel his warmth. To see he was still there with her.

She continued these bouts of suffering as her body fought for her to sleep and it was only after the third nightmarish vision, she had of losing EZ that her mind rewarded her with a faint memory instead of a twisted dream. It was of a time when their relationship was new and fresh. Yearning, and anticipation reaching the cusp, they had finally given in to their desires. It was the beginning of everything, and that’s where her memory took her.

Amalia’s body was wrapped in his arms, legs tangled together she couldn’t tell where she began and EZ ended. Her breathing was laboured, hands running up and down tracing the ridges of his chest. It was the night they had first slept together, though this moment was long after they enjoyed each other.

EZ had fallen asleep with his arm around her waist. Sleep didn’t come easy to Amalia that night. She was too buzzed with what they had done. She’d had sex before, and like EZ, she would have drifted off by now but that night everything felt different and it was as she continued laying there listening to his intake of breath, as his dreams consumed him, she soon realised why.

“How do you feel,” she heard him murmur against her skin.

“Amazing,” she whispered, a coy smile on her face, “but I thought you were asleep?”

Craning her neck, she turned to look up at EZ and found him just as she thought, fast asleep. It took everything in her to not burst out laughing. She felt ridiculous beyond belief. EZ was talking in his sleep.

“I love you,” she froze, hand stilling on EZ’s cheek as she heard him speak those words they had never shared before.

“Te quiero, Amalia.”

The memories were so intense, and powerful Amalia ended up crying herself awake. Though this time when she woke, she found EZ’s head turned towards her, eyes opened wide watching her.

“You’re awake,” she said, voice cracking.

“Barely.” he whispered back, wincing as he tried to move his body to face her more clearly.

“Baby,” she whined, standing up and gently placing both her hands on his shoulders to keep him from moving, “you need to stay put.”

Her face hovered above his as she stood like that, trying to make her point as gently as possible. His eyes stared into hers not before taking in the look on her face, which happened to be wrought with anguish and exhaustion, cheeks tear stained with lips cracked and bleeding. He could only imagine what she had gone through within the past twenty-four hours.

She didn’t say anything for a moment and neither did he. They just stared at one another. Observing the contours of one another’s faces, making sure to mark this moment in their memory. Though EZ had no problem with that, he never forgets.

“How long have you been sitting there?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“All night,” she said as she pulled away to sit on the coffee table behind her, “I had to make sure you didn’t die. I wasn’t alone though.” She pointed to where Angel’s sleeping form laid on the recliner positioned to EZ’s right.

“He refused to leave and kept nagging me to go to bed.”

“You should’ve listened to him.”

“And you wouldn’t have done the same thing? EZ we both know if the roles were reversed – if it were me on this couch right now, you wouldn’t have left my side either. Hell, you would’ve driven me to the hospital.”

They were at a stalemate both knowing she was right. Both knowing nothing more could be said to contradict her statement. He was madly in love with this woman and wouldn’t live in a world where she didn’t. He would have also stayed.

“If I had lost you EZ, I-I I don’t think I could live with myself.”

She looked at him then and allowed all her despair and anger to seep its way out of her. To expose him to it. His body stilled and he tried to turn away not wanting to see what he put her through. But he looked and watched as she could finally breath in relief. It struck him suddenly – piercingly, as to how much he had put her through, and because of that he could have sworn he heart his heart begin to break.

“I know,” he whispered, though he knew he would never truly know until he was in the same position.

There wasn’t much that could be said for what happened. EZ knew he could apologise; profusely, however, it would do no good. What he brought to Amalia – what he put her through was something he knew would kill him had it been her bleeding, damaged body brought to his door step. If it were him who had to sew up her wounds.

Throughout the day little to no words were shared between them. Though that didn’t mean anything sinister to their relationship. EZ knew once he was better, he could make it up to her and Amalia knew that nothing EZ did to hurt her was intentional. He didn’t ask to be shot. She knew what she was getting herself into when they started dating, hell, even before that. She knew who EZ was and she loved him anyway.

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Four weeks later

“No fondling the help!” Amalia said, doing her best to swipe EZ’s wandering hands away which were trying to make their way up her skirt.

He lay on their bed, wound still covered and healing. He was a lot stronger than that night. Since then, he had been out and about, though his nurse was strict and limited him when it came to wandering around. She was too afraid he would rip open his stitches.

“It’s not my fault you’re so… sexy.”

Through his healing process Amalia found EZ’s sex drive, which had thus far been neglected, had grown, and at first, she was scared. Too afraid of hurting him, or injuring him further. Though as he began to heal, albeit, slowly, she allowed their nefarious activities to return – though they were limited. She could tell he wanted more than what she gave but she couldn’t quite get past that fear.

The first time they had sex after the incident involved Amalia on top, hands on either shoulder, straddling EZ’s waist. His wound was still on her mind at all times, as was the fear. EZ couldn’t have cared less. He wanted inside and was willing to have his stitches tear if it meant getting what he wanted.

She felt like a nervous teenager again who was about to lose her virginity, unsure of what to do with her hands. She was too afraid to put too much pressure on different parts of his body. Too afraid to hurt him.

“You won’t kill me by touching me,” he said, hands gripping her waist as he ground the most sensitive part of her body onto his, “but not touching me, will.”

A small gasp left her mouth as he repeated the action again. It had been so long since they had touched each other like this, though she was still clothed. She wanted to give in and remove the fear from herself. She was close to doing so, especially when his fingers found her clit. He had moved her panties to the side and began rubbing the little nub slowly.

EZ loved hearing the sounds that escaped as he teased her. He lay there looking up watching her as he continued to pleasure her, and allowed himself to ease a finger inside.

“Fuck! EZ!”

He grinned, proud to hear his name on her lips and added another. He could feel the tension within her begin to build slowly as he picked up the pace, and knew she was close, but he was selfish. He wanted to be inside her when she came.

Removing his fingers, he tried as best he could, withholding a wince, to push his cock inside her. By this point, Amalia had stilled already missing where his fingers had been, not expecting the intrusive entrance of his cock.

“Ride me,” he rasped, “ride me hard.”

She did as he begged, disregarding her previous fears.

She fucked him hard and fast, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing throughout the room. His pleasure was ecstasy and that made him numb to the pain. It made him lean forward gripping the back of her neck, pulling her head back so he could lavish her throat with his lips. With one hand on her waist, he allowed the other to find her breasts. He began to tease her nipples one at a time tweaking the little buds enjoying the sounds escaping her as he did so. Soon his mouth ventured down to her chest and gave it the same attention he did her throat. He left small purple bruises on her skin. Some that would have been easy to hide, others more difficult.

The pressure was beginning to build inside them both, becoming more intense. It caused them to go harder and faster than they did before which Amalia did not think was physically possible. This meant that they had no rhythm. Not that they minded. They just continued to thrust their bodies towards one another seeking the friction and pleasure they needed to get to the end. EZ’s fingers we back on her clit rubbing furiously, willing Amalia closer and closer to her orgasm. He wanted her to cum first, clenching herself on his cock as he had experienced in the past. He had missed this. Her.

“Fuck EZ!” She was close, so close.

“Come on baby,” he panted in her ear, urging her on.

“I’ve got you,” he cooed, “just let go.”

And she did.

She screamed his name, voice cracking as he continued to fuck her.

Her clit abandoned, he gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he finally brought himself to climax.

A loud moan escaped him, her name a whisper on his lips that he chose to repeat over and over again as his climax washed over him. His thrusts began to slow as they began to cool down. He brought his face closer to hers, forehead to forehead. Lips brushing each other’s.

“You’re bleeding.” She whispered.

He looked down briefly and caught sight of his white bandage that now showed splotches of blood.

“It was worth it.” He grinned.

TAGLIST [OPEN]: @appropriate-writers-name

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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Mayans MC:

How would Angel react to the reader bringing home some puppies and kittens without speaking to him first?

How would Angel react to the reader being insecure about her own body?

How would Angel react to the reader being busy because of home office and he wants attention?

How would Angel react to the reader breaking her leg?

How would Angel react to the reader accidentally referring to him as her boyfriend (when they haven't really defined their relationship)?

How would Angel react to the reader drinking too much on a girls night and having to come pick the reader up and take care her?

How would Bishop react to a massive spider in the house?

How would Coco react to the reader having a stalker?

How would Creeper react to the first time the reader tells him that the reader loves him?

How would EZ react to the reader falling asleep on him during a movie?

How would Marcus react to an unplanned pregnancy?

How would Miguel react to the reader decorating for Halloween since August?

How would Riz react to the reader taking him by surprise and joining him in the shower?

How would Taza react to the reader having a breakdown after accidentally seeing dark club stuff?

Sons of Anarchy:

How would Chibs react if the reader tells him that the reader loves him, for the first time?

How would Jax and Juicy react to the reader wanting to do a matching Halloween costume for the club's Halloween party?

How would Juice react to the reader showing up in his dorm with nothing but lacy lingerie and heels?

How would Juice react to the reader telling him that they are having another baby?

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ezekeil-reyes · 3 years

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Angel is not the father. Ez isn’t over Emily so he uses gaby as a rebound. Miguel loses his shit bc his mom got killed. I could be wrong. 🤷🏽‍♀️

yes, YES, and yes

Ez and Emily have me in a chokehold, I will ride for them any day. I'll take crumbs, I just need Ezily in my life

#asks answered #mayans mc #ez reyes #angel reyes #ezekiel reyes #mayans fx #miguel galindo #emily thomas #ez x emily

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chasing-classics · 4 years

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Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (2/3) Miguel x Reader x Angel

Warnings: violence, mentions of abuse and non-consensual sex

Pairing(s): Angel Reyes x Reader, Miguel Galindo x Reader

A/N: I don’t plan on this becoming a series, more like a three-part mini story. I received a few messages asking if there would be a second part to ‘Welcome to the Slaughterhouse’ and instantly the idea of where I wanted the story to go and how it would end started formulating in my head. There will be one more installment of this mini-series and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Your past with Miguel is explained in further detail along with how you reunited with Angel. Later, the dinner table becomes the lion’s den as certain truths are brought to light.

PART 1 , PART 3

Can you turn the page into something new The fantasies of burdened beasts But kings and queens won't even dream of peace

You had known fear throughout your entire life. The fear of whether it would be a ‘’good day’’ in the sense that your mother would be passed out on the couch from how much liquor was in her system or if it would be a ‘’bad day’’ and she’d throw the glass at your head while screaming incoherently. Most of the time it was the latter. You had known fear for Angel when was mourning the loss of his mother and Ezekiel was locked up and that fear increased little by little for every beer he drank to cope with his own pain. The fear that he’d end up like your mother, or worse; that you’d lose him to the in an accident due to drinking. When he joined the club, fear lingered at the possibilities of him getting hurt or getting locked up like his brother. Fear was present when you two slowly began drifting away from each other, life taking the both of you down different paths. And fear was most definitely present throughout your entire marriage to Miguel.

When you and Miguel had first started dating, he kept his family business very much hidden from you, only talking about his father and mother and the brother he never had a chance to meet. It wasn’t until after you walked down the aisle and he put that extravagant block of a diamond ring on your finger that he revealed the dark truths about the cartel. It was absolutely a power play, and Miguel craved power. He knew you had no family, no one to really turn to when things would go bad in the marriage. And, like how it was when your mother was alive, most of the days were bad.

You loved Miguel in the beginning. You craved stability and here was this beautiful, charming man ready to provide that and more. You fell for him, going into the relationship with all of these hopes and dreams for the future. Once upon a time he truly loved you too. You were beautiful and pure and so intelligent. You were damaged in similar ways he was given your family history, and he craved you all the more for it. But somewhere along the line that love transformed and manifested into something ugly; possession. He craved control. Control over his money, over the cartel, the MC, and control over you. After the first time he put his hands on you, he had burst into tears and cradled you like you were the most fragile thing in the universe. He swore it he would never do it again, and he seemed so sincere and you loved him so much you believed him. You didn’t want to end up like your parents, you wanted a happy home with a loving husbands and a couple of kids running around. So, you stayed.

The second time it happened you dashed to your room and began packing your bags. You remember your body shaking in absolute anger. You loved Miguel, but you would never tolerate him laying hands on you. ‘It’s over Miguel,’ you seethed, throwing your wedding ring across the bedroom floor. You remembered stumbling onto the tiled floor, clutching your cheek and in pure shock that he had actually punched you. He bent down to your level, scoffing at your words and completely filled with this rage you did not believe possible for a human being to possess. ‘Where are you going to go? You have nowhere, nothing, no one waiting for you outside this house. I own you, querida, and if you want to challenge that notion I’ll put a bullet in your skull to get the point across,’ you vividly recall him telling you as he held your jaw in his iron grip. At that point it was no longer empty threats or hurtful words being thrown at you; that was a promise. That was the first night he forced himself on you and you were never more grateful that Nestor took pity on you and drove you to get a plan b pill and renew your birth control the next morning. When you emerged from the clinic you were filled with the sudden instinct to turn to your left. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was pure coincidence, but as you waited for Nestor to pull the car around you froze when your e/c eyes locked with familiar brown ones.

The sound of Angel saying your name after years of no contact instantly filled you with millions of memories that had been suppressed and buried under the nightmare you lived in with Miguel. Nostalgia fluttered through your entire being like a swarm of butterflies. You could still remember how it felt embracing him on the sidewalk, the smell of cigarettes and his cologne comforting you. Coco and Gilly having the decency to give you both the privacy you clearly needed. Angel took one look at you and knew life had not been kind. Under your pearl necklace, huge wedding ring and designer dress Angel knew you weren’t ok. He knew you were living in constant fear based off the dark circle under your eyes and the fact that you were wearing a coat over your dress despite the blazing Santo Padre sun in the middle of summer. He knew someone was doing horrible things to you, he just didn’t know it was Miguel-fucking-Galindo who now had the Mayans under his control as well.

From that day forward, every chance you got you took it to meet with Angel in secret. At first it had been purely innocent, just two former lovers meeting up and catching up. Life had not been kind to you, but you were relieved that Angel’s had somewhat approved. You learned that EZ was going to be released soon, you were slowly introduced to Gilly and Coco when Angel knew he could trust them. You had learned that he had a fling with Adelita, the woman who was hellbent on bringing Miguel down. The look of jealousy on your face validated what Angel had secretly been hoping for since the moment you two reunited; you still loved him. Neither of you expected to wind up in bed, Angel holding you to his chest as his release flowed out of you. Neither of you expected to fall back into love after fate had brought you back together. Neither of you knew this was going to be the night you’d die.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were sitting at the dinner table, gaping in and out like a fish out of water at the double realization that not only did your husband know you were seeing Angel, but the two were related by blood. Nestor handed Miguel a manila folder, to which Miguel threw in yours’ and Angel’s direction. You briefly glanced at the spilled documents, noticing the highlighted portions. A 99% match that the Reyes brothers and Miguel were half-siblings. Photos of you and Angel in intimate embraces. You felt Angel freeze next to you and saw out of the corner of your eye that EZ gripping his steak knife. Bishop opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly the rabid wolf awoken in your husband. Miguel leapt over the table, pressing your face against the dinner table, gun pressed against your temple.

Angel snarled and stood instantly, Nestor appearing behind him and holding his gun to the back of Angel’s head. You heard the Mayans shouting profanities and Bishop trying to diffuse the situation.

‘’Let’s just calm the fuck down-,’’ Bish tried, sweat forming on his forehead due to the tension in the room.

‘’Calm down? This disgusting slut, MY WIFE, has been spreading her legs for this lowlife vermin scum,’’ you flinched as the cool barrel of the gun dug into your skin, crying out when Miguel yanked you up by your neck, holding you against his chest as you claws at his hand in a futile attempt to gain some air.

Your eyes fell upon Angel, tears blurring your vision as his jaw was clenched, struggling to control his temper as he glared daggers at your husband. He was shaking in rage and you never thought you’d see Angel so angry.

‘’I wonder, mi amor, have you fucked every man here? Hm? Are you wet at the thought of them running a train on you?’’ Miguel hissed in your ear, the hand that was wrapped around your neck violently cupped your sex through your dress, a sob escaping your lips.

‘’Hey, hey there’s no need for this. We can talk. Just put the gun down,’’ Bishop struggled with his words, trying to maintain some sort of control so that yours’ and Angel’s brains didn’t end up spread along the table. EZ’s breathing was labored, the knife still in his hand as he mentally weighed his options. Coco’s hawkish eyes were looking at Nestor’s gun.

‘’Talk? Oh no, we’re past talking,’’ Miguel laughed humorlessly, cocking the pistol.

The gun pressed against your head was removed as Miguel stretched his arm out to aim at Angel.

‘’I’m going to make you watch me kill him and when I’m done dealing with you, you’ll be begging me for death,’’ Miguel whispered. He then turned his attention to Angel.

‘’Any words, little brother?’’

‘’I love you,’’ Angel declared. You nodded your head as your heart was pounding through your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’

BOOM!

You screamed as blood splattered across your face, the thud of the body crashing into the table, taking the silverware and tablecloth along with it. You jumped at the noise it had made. You shakily turned around, standing on wobbly legs as you stared at the body of your husband. Instantly, you knew the lifeless look in his eyes would never be erased from your memory for as long as you lived. You turned your attention behind you, panting from the excruciating fear.

‘’Took you long enough,’’ you sighed, running a trembling hand down your face.

‘’My apologies, we needed to wait for the right moment,’’ the figure sighed, emerging from one of the columns in your dining room, her footsteps echoing throughout the grand dining room.

Adelita’s eyes surveyed the scene as a couple of members of Los Olvidados entered the room, guns in hand and ready for anything.

You then both turned to Nestor, who withdrew his gun, eyes not leaving Miguel’s lifeless body as he struggled to process his emotions. He nodded his head, finally turning to you.

‘’We’re even.’’

You nodded your head in agreement.

‘’What the FUCK just happened?!’’ you sighed as EZ’s shouts echoed throughout the otherwise silent mansion.

And someday he might lose his crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free

#angel reyes #mayans mc #miguel galindo x reader #angel reyes x reader #violence #mayans fic #ezekiel reyes #ez reyes #mayans #miguel galindo

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