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cloveroctobers · 11 months

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terms & conditions — ANGEL REYES x OC/READER x CANE TEJADA

A/N; I'm actually glad that this sat in my drafts waiting to be written (thanks to the poll I put out!) just in time for the season premiere-which isn't being talked too much about as of yet-but I get it! So I gained some more inspo for this piece along with the sudden crush I’ve developed on Woody’s character from power book II—ghost (which I’m also currently watching!) + this song has also been on repeat since I first heard it. It��s fitting and inspired this so let’s get into it!

*GIF BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER!*

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMER: language + I am in no way shape or form a therapist! + Angel being a bit of a d!ck :)

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"Solay it's great to meet you, thank you for coming." The therapist greeted the mahogany haired woman at the door, lightly shaking her hand.

Solay smiled at the bob-wearing lady, shifting her tote bag, which looked expensive, down to her wrist as she fully entered the sunlit room. Her doe eyes briefly glanced at Angel who now sat with his arms crossed in a chair, a scowl written on his face as his eyes almost drank her in.

"Angel." Solay muttered, placing her bag to the side of her as she took the space in the middle of the empty red couch.

Angel ran his tongue over his front teeth, huffing but felt the therapist sending him a warning glance. Almost as if to say, 'We talked about this.'

He breathed, rolling his head back to face Solay who was now putting her phone on vibrate before tossing it back into her bag, "What's going on, Solay?"

"It's Wednesday so I’m pretty busy," she was vague with her words but attempting to be cordial as she added, "How's Mavy?"

"Growing everyday," Angel answered and couldn't help but to throw in, "How's your rebound doin'? Don't think I didn't see him drop you off in that flashy ass range rover, was my son with ‘em in the backseat?"

Solay's doe eyes immediately went into slits as she let out a breath of laughter. She was barely five minutes in the room with her ex-husband and here he was worrying about who she was involved with by attempting to fuck up her energy. He should be lucky that she even showed her face! She vowed at this first session that she would not allow Angel to continue disrespecting her like he loved to do. The only reason she was here was for their five year old son Xavier, to learn better co-parenting methods...and perhaps for a professional to see that she wasn't crazy for putting up boundaries after everything they've been through.

"Okay, let's reel it in." Dr. Michelle Othman rolled her hands, gaining the attention of the two adults in front of her.

The glare did not leave Angel's face as he dragged his eyes back to the short haired woman who sat at her desk.

"Let's discuss that tension," Dr. Michelle started, "As soon as you entered the room, Solay, you were very curt with your words on greeting Angel, why is that?”

Solay inhaled, "It's never hugs and kisses when we're in each other's space. Sure I would like for it be that way—it's like that with my parents who are divorced, they're friendly but I started off just fine until Angel had to go into attack mode."

Angel felt his pressure beginning to rise since Solay liked to commonly relate her parents to their situation…when clearly this was a very different relationship.

"I didn't attack you, I simply asked if you're leaving my son alone with some strange man." Angel stated, "And I have concerns about that, as a father, it's my right."

"Of course you do but you didn't seem to be too worried when you had our son around during your secret meet-ups with Adelita, hm?" Solay pointed out, strangely calm.

Yet it still felt tit for tat.

"We were seperated when Luisa and I started messing around."

As if that makes it alright!

"Not legally and still very much married. Just for you to sleep with her and a couple of days later we're back together like nothing even happened...like I wouldn't find out." Solay told.

Angel scratched at his brow at that, he knew how it sounded but couldn't say much to defend that. He wasn't sure if he could so he just looked away at Dr. Michelle, who was patient and watchful.

"Angel tells me you two were married for some time."

Solay uttered, “Seven years."

"What made you want to get married?"

"I thought I found my person. We were good together, fun together, friends even.” Solay seemed to be in a daze as she talked, “ I always belived that you have to have a friendship as a foundation before anything and although we were completely messy from the start, meaning intimate before we ever became friends—we were always backwards in everything we did—but I enjoyed being around him. I enjoyed being happy with him, laughing with him. Angel made my heart happy at that time and I always knew he wanted a family and I started picturing what that would be like and feel like with him. then i got the chance to realize…I was happier without him." Solay informed the therapist who hummed at this information.

Angel spoke up, "I wasn't sure i even wanted to be married and not because of Solay. She's a great woman no doubt but I always had doubts of not being good enough to be anybody's husband or father. I was scared shitless but Solay always had a way of uplifting me and making me believe we could do anything we wanted together. That also quickly turned into being blamed for the littlest things and I'm not talking about the cheating. I’ll take responsibility for that part.”

Solay nodded, "Yeah he's right. After the first time Angel cheated on me with some blonde bartender, I became iritated by everything he did and constanly being in his space knowing what he had done, wasn't good for me, i knew i had to leave so I could breathe again. I left to my own condo that I was still living in and considered not renewing the lease. Then I found out I was pregnant and that completely changed everything."

Dr. Michelle nodded at all of this, occasionally writing something down on her notepad. "There's so much to unpack here. Could it be that the both of you had these false ideas of what marriage was supposed to look like because of your upbringing? I'm already aware of the infidelity that was in Angel's parents’ marriage but what was your parents' marriage like Solay, if you don't mind me asking?"

Solay sighed, "They tried to never argue in front of my older sister and I but that didn't mean we couldn't hear it at night when they thought we went to bed. My dad was a borderline alcoholic and always stressed about finances but he did a good job at hiding his worries, yet that didn't mean he didn't take it out on my mom. He can get very loud and apparently verbally abusive when he drank towards my mom. What they showed from the beginning seemed like perserverance …when it was really settling. I knew they were happier when they were younger but they ended up getting a divorce when I was in my early twenties."

"Was it a difficult divorce?"

"Surprisingly no? They seemed thrilled to be doing it because they came to a clear understanding of what they needed from each other.”

"Is that what you want from Angel?"

"One hundred percent but I'm not sure when or if we're gonna get there. There's mountains of pain and anger between us both but I want to get somewhere for the sake of our son." Solay tells Angel's therapist.

The woman quirks up a smile, "that's what I'm here for, for guidance but I want you to also acknowledge that you have to want this for yourself as well and not just your son."

"I don't want to do what my parents did, although it almost seems inevitable when life is a cycle right? I don't want to hide the reality of why his parents aren't getting along and can't co-exist because I don't know what that's doing to him mentally. Sure he's only five but I want us to have a healthy and honest mindset so we can raise him as such."

"Angel do you hear what Solay is saying?"

"Yeah, she's not the only one who doesn't want to fuck up their kid." Angel rubbed at his beard in thought.

Dr. Michelle said, "Then we all need to work on the both of you first so you can both do your best in raising Xavier better. Are you two commited in doing so?"

Commitment was almost taboo for Angel Reyes so Solay wasn’t so sure, it was shocking for her to even be aware that Angel decided to seek out therapy in the first place! Yet they were both here, which is the first step, allegedly.

"You're Angel's therapist, so how long do you predict I need to be in his sessions?"

DR. Michelle analyzed Solay for a brief moment before saying, "Believe it or not, you left a big impact on Angel's life as a husband and father so I can not simply provide you with a timeline. This takes work."

"I receive that, I'm not afraid of doing the work." Solay affirms, "I just wanted an estimate on how long this will last until it doesn't matter anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Angel asked, brows furrowing.

Solay clasped her hands into her lap, slightly raising them as she talked, "I don't know. It's like you're trying to show a new and improved side of you but I still know the bad parts."

"Because you like pointing the finger and always putting the blame on me! Like you can’t accept that I’m happy!”

"Angel," Dr. Michelle warned at the raised volume in his voice, "Solay, Angel tells me the both of you recently got into a disagreement a week ago. Could this be what you're referring to?"

"I guess so yeah," Solay raised her shoulders and stared down at her hands for a moment, "It's just funny or probably pick me of me to think I gave Angel what he dreamed of, having a family and a home but the moment another woman caught his eye...the minute he found out that Mavy was still alive and Adelita was back in town, his perspective completely changed. What made that family different from I gave?"

"What?" Angel exasperated leaning his elbows into his knees now, "there's no comparison between what I have with you and Xavier and Luisa and Maverick."

"You may not think so but that's how it feels."

"Why do you feel that way?" Dr. Michelle pushed.

Solay swallowed the thickness in her throat, "that argument that happened a week ago. I asked Angel if he can take Xavier for me while I underwent a procedure. My mom was in town and would be tending to me so I thought it would be best. Angel came to pick him up Thursday evening, I went to my procedure that Friday morning and Angel brought Xavier back that same night because he, Luisa, and Mavy were going to some carnival for the weekend.”

Solay was in and out of sleep the whole day in her bedroom and her mother tried her hardest to keep her out of it but she soon learned what Angel had done. To say she was livid would be a understatement but thankfully she had her mom there to calm her down and help out, who did the honors of giving Angel a piece of her mind before she slammed the door in his face.

“What was this procedure?”

“I honestly thought it was a boob-job,” Angel interrupts before Solay could say a thing, which made both women cut their eyes at him, “I mean I wouldn’t be mad at you for it.”

Solay shook her head in aggravation while the therapist kept her face stoic.

“Why are you so comfortable speaking on a body that isn’t yours?” Solay questioned.

‘It used to be,’ Angel thought but knew not to let that slip through his lips.

Angel raised his hands from his spot on the chair, “I’m not! I never said you needed that shit anyways, I loved your itty bitties—

“Angel, enough.” Dr. Michelle scolded, “Let Solay finish. I told you at the start of inviting Solay here is for us to see her perspective and get to know her a bit so that we can come to a common ground in your relationship. Now Solay, please continue.”

Angel tried not to roll his eyes. This was his therapist after all and sure he knew what this session was about since it took courage to ask Solay to be here and felt like forever for her to agree. It was all about listening and shit but he didn’t like the picture that was being painted.

Solay sighed with her eyes closed, “I went for a biopsy on my ovaries. So no it wasn’t a boob job or some spa day or walk in the park like you thought, Angel. It was serious and again, Xavy and I got pushed to the side: Second fiddle.”

Sometimes she wondered if it had to do with Xavier being hearing impaired. Did Angel not want to be bothered enough to include their child on his new family outings? She thought about bringing it up but she also knew it wasn’t right to think that when Angel did take up the time learning sign language (in his own way) to communicate with their child. Everyone on his side of the family did and although it was a little shaky for him more so than Solay, he did try… however it didn’t erase the fact that Xavier seemed to be excluded majority of the time.

So she kept it to herself.

Dr. Michelle allowed the weight of silence to be felt. She motioned for the tissues on the coffee table for Solay—if needed but the woman just hugged herself, making the therapist lightly scribble down some more notes at this.

Angel was full on frowning now, “Biopsy…ain’t that for diagnosing something?”

“Cancer, Angel. They were worried after finding a lump in my abdomen and some other symptoms I was experiencing. I just needed you to come through for me, just this once.” Solay exhaled, eyes on him.

Angel felt the color drain from his face. The rings on his fingers were pressed to his lips as he felt his knee start to bounce, “why didn’t you say something?”

“You mean to tell me you forgot in the next twenty-four hours that I was having something done?”

“I’m a dumbass sometimes! I seriously thought it was something minor and really didn’t think or even remember, honestly querida—Solay it fucken slipped my mind.”

“Do you believe his words, Solay?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “it’s possible. He forgot his own brother’s birthday.”

“Hey, we’re not talking about Ezekiel here.” Angel growled while Solay rolled her eyes, “…are you alright, soso?”

Hearing Angel use another nickname on her, made her skin crawl. Once upon a time, she thought it was cute and it actually gave her butterflies when Angel would say it, his rough callous hands cupping her face. Now? She just wanted him to shut up.

“Now you care?” Solay hissed, “all you had to do was include Xavy in on your quality time with his baby brother, that’s it. Do that one thing for me, for him. But nothing else matters and that’s why I’m so pissed.”

“Aye, don’t take this shit out on Mav.”

“I would never. I always engage with that sweet baby when he’s in my presence. That’s Xavy’s baby brother and I’m not that kind of woman. I would never take my frustrations with you out on your kid. Ever.” Solay’s heated doe eyes met Angel’s and he had to sit back in the chair, dejected.

Angel said, “I’m sorry. Forreal. I do wish you would of told me exactly what was going on with you though.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“I’m sure it would, yeah.” Angel stared, which Solay held.

That felt definite.

Dr. Michelle looked up from her notes, “this is good you two. You’re both laying it out on the table, engaging and truly seeing what it is that you brought you two here. it’s leading us to the root of the problem.”

“Talk to us, doc. What do you think it is?” Angel dragged his eyes away from Solay, keeping his leg bouncing.

“From our conversations Angel, you hold a lot of insecurities and it stems from your own childhood trauma that you haven’t healed from. It’s bled into your marriage and you, Solay. Your defense mechanism is to shut down when situations are tough, putting your guard up instead of saying exactly what it is that’s troubling you.”

“Yes because I’m tired—so tired of reading the same pages of this story over and over with Angel.” Solay sniffed, “I’m not here to say he’s a bad person. I know he’s not. He’s just not a good partner for me. He’s got a strong heart and I know he loved me at some point in our relationship and he cares for our son sure, but I can’t help but to look at him sometimes and feel like I’m dealing with the damn devil.”

Angel furrowed his brows as he points at his own chest, “I’m the devil? I know you don’t believe that when you don’t even know what you’re getting yourself involved in with that dude who just dropped you off.”

“Oh, not this again.” Solay exhaled rubbing underneath her eyes, “I did not come here for you to worry about who I’m spending time with.”

“She acts like she’s so much better than me, when she’s dealing with someone just as shitty and she’s acting like fucking Stevie wonder with it.” Angel gritted.

“Are you also in a new relationship, Solay?”

“Yes. It just became serious.”

“Have Angel and this person met?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“We’d probably kill each other.” Angel declared, feeling his fists lock together at the mere thought of Solay with somebody else.

Somebody better but he was positive Cane wasn’t.

Solay shrugged her shoulders, realizing this was true. Cane knew about Angel and the failure of their marriage and honestly he had words for Angel the day they ever came face to face. He got close but Solay always made sure to detour the man away from causing any chaos. It was amusing to Cane however because one day he was sure he was gonna say whatever came to mind when he set his eyes on Angel.

Solay just wanted a simple soft life, was that too much to ask for?

“Okay,” Dr. Michelle said, “So we have the both of you in relationships, Angel you with the same woman you had relations and child with. Solay’s also in a relationship that you don’t particularly like or trust, Angel. You both share a child together but your regressions towards each other make it hard to be within the same space. Is that correct?”

Solay blinked, “that about narrows it down.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel rolled his head around, trying to straighten up the tension in his body.

Dr. Michelle cleared her throat, “seems like we have quite the work cut out for us on resolving these issues between you two. We’re down to ten minutes left on the clock, so I want to give you some homework to take with you so that you’re prepared when I see you both next week.”

“Homework?” Angel exhaled, “I didn’t go off to college for this exact reason, Doc.”

“Well think of this as a introductory course,” Dr. Michelle declared, “you’re welcome.”

Solay snickered at the expression on Angel’s face who was reaching for a post it note on the edge of Dr. Michelle’s desk. The therapist was scribbling some last minute notes as Angel managed to grab the paper, ball it up and toss it in Solay’s direction.

Which resulted in double middle fingers from the woman who managed to dodge it just in time. Angel scoffed and stuck out his tongue until Dr. Michelle cleared her throat.

“Are you two quite finished?”

Solay flicked one of her ponytails behind her shoulder and sent a sweet smile at the woman who stared hard at the pair.

“It’s a simple exercise. Both of you are going to write seven things that impacted your relationship from beginning, middle, to end. You can also form it into a Venn diagram or a pros and cons list, then we’ll discuss it next week. Sound good?” Dr. Michelle asks.

Solay has her phone now, her fingers tapping away at her screen as she sets a reminder for herself to do this before next Wednesday. She suddenly looks up at Angel who has his arms resting on the arm rests, twiddling his thumbs.

“Do I have to text you a reminder?”

“Would you be so kind?” Angel was sarcastic, “I’ll remember. If I can show up to see Dr. Michelle’s beautiful atmosphere, I can remember to do some homework.”

Solay replied in a sing song tone, straight but lightly shaded eyebrows raising, “okay…”

“You don’t believe me?”

“If you do the work, I’ll do the work. Otherwise this’ll be for nothing.” Solay answers, meeting Angel’s much darker eyes before turning back to the therapist, “thank you for your time, Dr. Michelle.”

“Thank you for showing up Solay, that’s time.” Dr. Michelle stood from her desk, walking around to lead the two out.

Solay stood in the lobby, messing around with her phone while Angel shared a hushed conversation with Dr. Michelle—hoping to get some sort of reflection or opinion on his ex-wife. It was a little selfish for Angel to want Dr. Michelle to strictly be on his side but he’d be lying if said he didn’t wish for his therapist to provide him with that comfort.

However Dr. Michelle liked to be theoretical and shit so Angel knew he shouldn’t be surprised.

“We’ll get somewhere, Angel. Now that she’s here, we can get this chapter closed and then focus on the next stage, yes?” Dr. Michelle explained while Angel slowly nodded, taking her word for it.

Soon he bid his goodbyes to the British woman before he fished his pockets for a cigarette. Just to mess around with as he approached Solay, he promised that he would actually quit smoking this time around and so far he’s been on track.

“You waiting for your boyfriend, who probably can’t see over the curb to pick you up?” Angel spoke from behind Solay.

She huffed, glancing over her shoulder, “actually no, I’m waiting on my assistant to get me and bring me back to work—if it’s any of your business.”

“Course it is, you’re still the mother of my child.” Angel snorted, “tell her don’t bother, I’ll take you back.”

“On your death trap? I think not.”

“Traffic gets bad around this time out here…the bike it much faster than whatever your assistant is coming to get you in, so it’s up to you.” Angel tapped the cigarette on the glass window of the door.

Solay thought about it, staring hard at Angel who offered her a goofy smile before pushing the door open, walked through and held it open waiting for the woman to follow after. Sighing, she pressed her phone to her ear to let her employee know that she found her way and that she’ll see her soon.

“No funny shit, Angel. Take me straight to work.”

“What? You don’t wanna stop and have lunch first?”

“Not after that session and especially not with you.” Solay answered as Angel yanked up the helmet that rested on his bike.

Angel did the honors of slipping the helmet down on her head, surely messing up her ponytails as he secured it and knocked his knuckles against the top, “damn, that hurts.”

“Terms and conditions.” Solay pointed, making Angel shake his head as he climbed on the bike first.

Solay followed shortly after, resting her hands on Angel’s shoulders to steady herself. As he kicked the engine on, solay almost flinched, knowing that she had to wrap her hands around Angel’s waist instead.

“Does what’s his face have these terms and conditions that you speak of, too?”

“Yup, he has you to thank for that.”

Angel let out a exaggerated sigh, choosing not to say anything else on that as he peddled the bike backwards before steering into a turn, then he set off into the desert streets with Solay still having a hold on him.

What would have been a hour ride was turned into a thirty-five minute one as the tatted man was parked in front of Solay’s business while she let her hair run free now by using Angel’s side mirror, then handed the helmet back to said man.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime, soso.” Angel glanced at the building seeing a few clients inside of the orange sickle colored building, “spot looks cool as fuck, I’m proud of you, you know?”

Solay had a bachelor’s degree in science, finding her field in dermatology and held her license as a esthetician. She also sold a successful skincare line that she launched on her own website just last year. And this year she purchased her first house all on her own. She was doing well for herself but remained humble about it all.

“Okay, Angel.” Solay sighed, holding her bag down in front of her as she stared out at the orange skies, “we don’t have to kiss each other asses.”

Anfel shrugged, “It’s better than chewing each other out though right? Especially after today and I mean it so what’s the harm in that?”

“…well I appreciate it.”

“See, I can play nice sometimes too huh?” Angel winked as he put his helmet on, “I’ll let you get too it then…remind me, am I picking Xavier up from school on Friday or?”

‘Are you having him for the weekend since it is technically your weekend thanks to me screwing it up last time.’ Angel thought to himself.

“Papa Felipe is so it’s easier for you to bring him to yours.”

Angel was thankful that Solay wants Xavier to actually spend Friday and Saturday night with him after what he pulled last weekend. However he probably knew his pops would give him a hard time and would probably want to keep the boy to himself for the weekend. Solay’s mom and Felipe often chatted; with Felipe telling Angel that his mother, Marisol, probably would have loved Solay’s mom.

“Cool,” Angel said, “I’ll see you on Sunday then.”

“Sunday it is.”

He dipped his head, starting the engine and she watched the man drive off into the sunset before making her way inside.

[Sometime Saturday night…]

Cane Tejada entered the one level stucco home, hands rubbing in excitement as he entered the front of the home. To his surprise, he didn’t find Solay in the kitchen whipping it up and went through the house in search of her.

He found her in the main bedroom with the attached bathroom, touching up her makeup as her hips swayed to a Ayra Starr song. Leaning against the door, he let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned over her curves in the lace corset midi-dress.

“Tonight is my lucky night after all,” Cane bit down on his bottom lip.

Solay stopped leaning over the counter, molding her lipstick covered lips together and blinked her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at the brown-skinned man, “you’re not coming out with me.”

“Huh?”

Solay brushed by Cane, her light floral and hint of a hazelnut scent hitting his nostrils as she walked by. He followed the woman into her bedroom, eyeing her as she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

“Where you going, So?”

She smiled up at him as she slipped on a heel, her anklet bracelet glistening in the room, “Out. Without you.”

“Nah, I’m not feeling that. Not with the way that dress is fitting and the way that ass is—

Solay inserted, “not my problem.” She got to her feet in search of her clutch, “matter of fact, why don’t you reach out to what was her name? Effie. And see if she wants to entertain you for the night.”

She tapped his jaw before turning off the light, making Cane slightly curse to himself. He jogged after the long haired woman, reaching out to grip her waist to turn her to him.

Solay held mock sympathy on her face and Cane didn’t like it one bit, “you going through my shit?”

“You left your laptop here and it was going haywire…something about tuition. I didn’t care to read it all,” she lifted her shoulders careless, “so…you should consider looking for the next flight home to New York soon.”

“It ain’t even like that.” Cane started, “it was just business, nothing more.”

Solay shushed him, “I don’t wanna hear about it. I’m not even stressing it babe, it’s fine.”

Cane scrunched up his nose, “but it’s not because you’re dismissing my ass like I ain’t shit—like we ain’t build this together.”

“What even is this?”

Cane was confused, “a relationship? We been locked in for awhile now so why you trying to switch up on me?”

“You’re the one out here dropping stacks on some girl’s tuition.”

“I ain’t fuck her if that’s what you’re getting at.” Cane was blunt with it, “I’m here for and with you. I’m not some disloyal cheating ass bitch, like your ghost rider baby father. Let’s get that straight.”

Solay sighed, staring down at the new set on her hand.

Cane gripped Solay’s chin, making her eyes meet his, “I’m not him, So. I’m not gonna do you dirty, I’m only about you.”

And solay held his stare not entirely believing it. She’s been down this road before and it was wrong for her to enter relationships—serious relationships and always compare them to Angel. He hurt her bad time after time and she’ll be a cold hearted bitch if that meant she gets to protect her heart better.

She’ll get rid of anybody that plays with her, just like that.

Cane included.

“Words are just words, Cane. You have to show me.”

Cane gripped onto her waist, holding tighter but still kept some distance just in case she felt like she wanted to throw hands, “I gotchu. I’m yours.”

“You already violated one of the terms and conditions and you have maybe two more left, so think wisely next time.” Solay warned, resting one hand on Cane’s shoulder.

Cane was swift with pulling out his phone, “what? You want me to take that cash back?”

He’ll sign a NDA if she hit him with one, he didn’t want to lose what he had with Solay. She was the only woman that ever made him feel loved but it’s not like he wanted to get too deep about it. Emotions were a lot to feel you know?

Solay shook her head, “no. I know there’s more where that came from, just don’t treat me like I don’t ever know what’s going on.”

“Heard you.” Cane put his phone back as he stepped closer, glancing down at her lips before sliding his hands down to rest on her backside, “can I get to show you just how important you are to me?”

One hand came up to brush her bouncy curl over her shoulder, exposing the length of her neck which he licked his lips at before placing a peck there.

She shoved him back, “not uh, I have some place else to be.”

“Oh it’s like that, so?”

“Yup it’s like that,” she smirked over her shoulder swaying her way to the front door, “don’t wait up for me. Bye!”

Cane shook his head in disbelief and looked around the empty but quiet one-level home, “fuck am I supposed to do, meditate?”

That’s when he phone rang, right on time and he picked it up on the second ring, “Dru, what’s good?”

“Got that info you wanted on Reyes. Want me to send it your way?”

“Nah just tell it to me and meet me over there.”

Cane listened carefully to what Dru told him before hanging up. A smirk was on his lips as he also took his exit from the home.

he was ready for his own fun for the night.

Sorry so.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 26

Well don't kill me. Here's part 26. It's a bit of lead up.

Personal note - I'm now on some serious heart medication due to reoccurring heart issues, so I'm a little foggy. Things may be a bit slower than they used to be even though I hoped to stick to my previous posting of about a chapter a week. That's not working out very well. It's taking me longer to get my ideas on paper and then even longer to get them typed. Please be patient with me.

Warnings: cursing (maybe), show level casual illegal activity, Angel being a menace.

Also - don't steal my shit. This is the only place this is posted.

Taza, Hank, Megan and Rex quickly joined the rest of the club inside. “Morning, Poquito, Hank, Taza. You look like you’re going somewhere important,” Bishop greeted them as he claimed a morning hug from Megan. “What’s the plan today?”

Hank smiled ruefully. “Ask la princessa. She’s the one that’s insistent about it.”

Megan, who had moved on to giving Marcus his morning greeting, shot him a look over her good shoulder.

“Really now, Bebita? What’s he mean?” Marcus asked, looking down at her as he hugged her close.

Megan sighed. “We’re going to see the doctor in Santa Madre for an x-ray. I want this sling off so I can have my life back.”

Creeper frowned from the bar stool where he was perched. “Didn’t the rez doctor say no?”

Megan grimaced. “He said not quite, but that was with the plaster cast. The soft cast and the immobilizing sling mean it’s been resting more than it had been. Some progress has to have been made.”

Bishop nodded and sat down at one of the tables with a cup of coffee. “How’s the pain?”

“Honestly - so much better. I haven’t had so much as an aspirin and it just feels achey and stiff,” she assured him.

“How achey?” Bishop asked again.

“More than a post workout ache but less than a set dislocated shoulder ache. I honestly think I’d be fine without the sling for the most part. I can always put it back on if it hurts.” She shrugged her good shoulder.

There was a collective wince from the elders at her description.

“What the hell, Shorty. How’d you know what a dislocated shoulder feels like, huh?” Angel asked, giving her a skeptical look.

“Angel - I rode in rodeos. Not a rider I know who hasn’t dislocated at least one shoulder once. In my event - that was the price of a mistake,” she smiled. “And a small price to pay rather than a broken leg or back.”

“Shit, Ma. And you did that shit for fun?” Coco added, puffing on his cigarette.

“Well, the money was nice too.”

“Holy shit. No wonder you didn’t freak out about the pain.” Coco ashed the cigarette in his hand. “Y’all need someone to ride along?”

“Nah. Thanks, Coco. We’re good, I think. Just a quick run for an x-ray,” Hank assured him as he settled into a chair across the table from Taza.

“Besides- like Creep said - the rez doc didn’t think she was healed enough yet. Good possibility it’s still too early but la princessa is impatient,” Taza said with a grin in Megan’s direction. SHe stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well, we have Angel and EZ doing the Adelita meet today. They’re going South anyway. Might as well go along with you so they don’t have to walk from the desert,” Bishop said. He turned to look at EZ where he was polishing glasses. “Prospect, you better do your memory shit. Poquito could only arrange for the two of you. We’ll hold Templo tonight so everyone gets read in at once.”

EZ nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“And don’t fuck it up,” Hank added.

Taza agreed. “You two fuck up this gun deal… Neither of you can afford it. The club can’t afford it.”

Both brothers nodded solemnly.

It wasn’t even an hour laters that they met at the dress warehouse hatch. By now they had this to a science. EZ carried Rex. The ladder was difficult for Megan on handed, so Hank went first so he could catch her if she slipped. Taza stayed at the top guiding her down as far as he could maintain his balance.

The tunnel itself wasn’t too bad. The terrain was a bit rough, but nothing Megan couldn’t handle with the help of the lights and either Taza or Hank’s guiding hand on her good arm.

THe hatch on the other end, however, was the bane of her existence. The ladder was built for much taller men so the rungs were further apart and roughly built. They weren’t evenly spaced either. When they reached it Megan sighed. She had slipped every time at this end.

“What’s wrong, Princessa?” EZ asked. “Need a break?” He handed her a bottle of water from the backpack he was carrying.

Megan shot him a rueful smile and sipped it. “More like an elevator. I hate this ladder.”

Taza grimaced. “We’ll get a new one soon, Chica. Just gotta deal until then.”

Angel eyed the ladder. “Bet me and the boyscout could get you up it easier.”

Hank frowned a bit and tugged Megan to rest against his chest a moment. “What do you mean, Angel?”

“We got Creep up it pretty easy when he needed the doc. Megan’s a lot smaller.” Angel shrugged. “Same way we used to get shit into the attic for Pops.”

EZ broke into a wide grin. “You might be right.”

Taza shrugged a bit as he glanced at Megan. “What do you say, Chica? Want to let them try it?”

Megan eyed the hated ladder, before turning to eye the brothers. “Promise not to drop me?”

Angel gave a sardonic laugh. “And risk getting shot? We won’t drop you, Shorty.”

“Alright then. How’re we doing this?” she asked.

Angel grinned. “Taza, you and EZ go first. Once you’re up, EZ lays on the floor to lift la princessa with Taza to anchor him. Megan gets on my shoulder an’ EZ pulls her out. Simple. Reyes Brothers Elevator.”

Hank chuckled and shook his head, amazed at the simplicity of it. “I’ll help steady you, mi amore. This way you don’t risk falling like yesterday.” The day before, Megan had been lucky Hank was behind her for the ladder. He’d had to catch her twice.

Just like Angel outlined, Taza and EZ went first with EZ carrying Rex. Taza paid the toll while the prospect laid down and hung his top half through the hatch. Taza anchored his legs as Hank helped Angel get Megan onto his shoulders and steadied her as he stood. Then EZ locked his arm and pulled Megan up until Taza could help her out of the hatch. In the end, EZ was breathing a little heavy, but the near disaster of the day before had been averted. Angel and Hank then climbed up to join them.

“Thanks Angel and EZ. That was much easier on my end,” Megan said, smiling at the brothers.

Angel gave a slightly cocky grin. “Anything for la princessa de los Mayas, right Prospect?”

EZ laughed a little and straightened his kutte. “Right.”

Once they reached the town, Angel and EZ dropped them off at the storefront where the doctor kept an office upstairs and headed out to the coordinates Luisa had sent to the burner phone in Angel’s pocket.

“Alright, Chica. Let’s go get this x-ray and find out how you’re doing. After, we can go find something to do until Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum get back,” Taza said with a grin.

Hank led the way up the narrow stairs and paused at the top to smile back at Megan. “You ready, mi amore?”

Megan smiled a little nervously. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Of course, Princessa.” He chuckled a little. “We’d have to anyway - Doc doesn’t speak English.”

Inside, Taza spoke with a man quietly in Spanish as Megan leaned into Hank’s side. The conversation wasn’t very long before the man smiled at Megan and waved her forward.

Megan turned to look at Taza.

“He just wants to take the sling off and feel for the break before he x-rays you, Chica,” Taza assured her.

Hank guided her forward and worked the sling straps on her back to release them. Once the sling was off, he sat her on the narrow wooden table while holding her good hand.

The doctor approached with his hands held calmingly out in front of him. He gently pressed along her collarbone. He looked at Hank and asked something.

“Mi reina, he wants to know if it hurts when he touches it,” Hank translated.

“No. It’s a little achey, but that’s just the stiffness I think,” Megan said.

The doctor nodded as Taza translated what was said. He gestured for Hank to step away from Megan and rolled a camera looking machine in front of her before holding a metal panel behind her shoulder. Megan fought the urge to giggle as she realized that the x-ray machine was a portable vet tool.

The doctor took the shots that he needed before indicating that he’d be back in a moment.

As soon as he was out of the room, Megan lost the battle with her giggles. Both men grinned at her.

“What’s so funny, Chica?” Taza asked, amused at her reaction to this doctor. He had expected nerves or even some defiance like he’d seen the other times doctors had looked at her.

“Papa, he’s not a doctor, is he? He’s a vet,” Megan bit her lip to stifle her laugh.

Hank burst out laughing while Taza stared at her for a moment before joining in.

“How’d you know, Princessa?” Hank asked as he moved to support her still splinted arm through her laughing fit.

“The x-ray machine gave it away. And he wasn’t exactly concerned that he couldn’t talk to me directly. Plus - he came at me like I was going to cow kick him if he surprised me.”

Taza laughed again. “You’re right. He’s a farm vet. We didn’t want to scare you with him not being a ‘real’ doctor, so we just didn’t say anything.”

Megan smiled mischievously. “Well - for future reference - I’d much rather the vet than the hospital any day.”

An hour or so later they were walking down the narrow steps to the street level again with Megan’s sling tucked into a bag. The doctor had given the go ahead to remove the sling as long as she wasn’t using her arm too much and there wasn’t a lot of pain. He’s also provided Hank with a refill of the ibuprofen - just in case.

Once on the street, they decided to head to a small restaurant down the street to wait for the Reyes brothers and have lunch.

Taza ordered for them at the counter while Hank and Megan found a table in a spot where they could see the door. Megan kept rolling her right shoulder until Hank gently rubbed his hand down her spine and across her shoulders. “Are you alright, mi reina?” he asked her as he did it.

Megan gave a soft groan of relief as Hank rubbed. Hank chuckled at the noise as she answered. “I’m fine. Just stiff.” She paused, arching her back into his rubbing hand. “That feels so good.”

Hank laughed again and scooted his chair back from the table. “Come ‘ere, Princessa. Let me help.” He tugged her to sit in his lap facing him and leaned her forward against his chest so he could gently rub the knots from her back that the sling caused.

Megan melted against him as the firm pressure released her muscles even through her kutte and holster.

Hank grinned as Taza came to the table with two trays of food and drinks. His smile assured Taza that nothing was seriously wrong.

Taza placed the trays on the table and took his seat across from her. “Everything alright?” he asked quietly.

Megan nodded from where her face was buried in between Hank’s neck and shoulder but made no move to get up. She let out another quiet moan that only Hank could hear as he hit a particularly nice spot.

Hank chuckled again and tried not to think about it too much. He liked that noise. He met Taza’s eyes. “Yeah. She’s just stiff and her back muscles are in knots from the sling.

Taza laughed a little. “So that’s why she’s practically purring.”

Hank grinned. He tilted his chin to kiss Megan’s hair. “Your papa brought lunch. You ready to eat?” he asked her.

Megan whined a little, but nodded before lifting her head. Hank helped her to settle back into her chair with a laugh. “A hot shower when we get home will help, mi amore.”f

As they ate, they made plans for the rest of the day. They had Templo when they got back to discuss the deal with the L.O. but after that no plans had been made.

“Well, your tíos and I need to meet after Templo to do some book work, so I’ll be tied up for the night. What are your plans, Chica?” Taza asked as he discreetly added more rice to Megan’s plate while she was distracted.

“Don’t know. I need to let Riz know to put me back on the schedule since the sling is off, but I also know that he’s already got this week’s schedule posted. I looked this morning,” Megan said as she ate the taco she'd fixed from the communal plates Taza had ordered them. “Will you be in meetings too, Hank?”

Hank sipped his soda and shook his head. “Nah. All my book stuff is done for the next two weeks.” He leaned back in his chair and slid his arm along the back of Megan’s. “Now that your sling’s off - would you want to do something tonight?”

Megan’s eyes sparkled. “Like a date?”

Hank laughed. “Yes. Like an actual date, mi princessa. Nothing too fancy, but a date.”

Megan bounced a little in her chair. “Yes!”

Taza grinned at her enthusiasm. “There we go. I’ll be home late too, so don’t wait up for me.”

“Would you keep Rex for the night?” Hank asked, petting the big dog’s ears under the table. “I thought we might take the bike.”

Megan lit up further “Really?”

“If your papa doesn’t mind.”

Megan turned to him with her big, brown eyes pleading.

“Yes. I’ll keep the pooch - if you promise to stay with Hank, Chica. I like you having him as an extra line of defense when you’re out, so you have to promise not to do anything stupid,” Taza stipulated.

“I promise, Papa.”

“Alright then. You two will have date night while the pooch and I work late.”

Hank’s burner beeped from his kutte pocket. He pulled it out and checked it without removing his arm from Megan’s chair. “Angel and the Prospect are back in town.”

“Perfect timing. Let’s go home.”

They met the brothers back where they’d split up. Angel quickly abandoned the driver's seat to Taza and Megan got shotgun with Hank behind her.

At the hatch, this time Taza went first followed by Megan. It was much easier without the sling. She managed to slip once, but caught herself. Once they were at the bottom, EZ frowned at the ladder. “That thing really does need fixed. La Princessa shouldn’t have to struggle with it every time. Especially since she’s going to be dealing with this trip a lot as the armorer,” he said.

“Glad you volunteer, Prospect,” Hank agreed. “You can start on it tomorrow.”

Megan giggled a little as she caught her breath in the close confines of the tunnel but petting Rex.

“You good, Shorty? Didn’t bust nothin’ when you slipped, did ya?” Angel asked.

Megan stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m fine. Just missed a rung.”

“Alright. Just checkin’. No harm in that,” Angel grinned a bit. “Hey Boyscout - maybe you need to use that big brain of yours to figure out a lift, huh? That way la princessa doesn’t break a nail.”

Megan smacked Angel in the chest with the back of her good hand and laughed. “You suck, Angel.”

“That’s why the women love me.”

Megan wrinkled her nose. “Eeewwww. TMI.”

Angel cracked up. “You asked for it.”

Taza shook his head with an exasperated chuckle and shoved Angel forward along the tunnel. “Get going before you scar my daughter for life.”

They made their way back to the Northern hatch where they all climbed out into the dress warehouse with EZ helping to lift Rex through the door. They were all a little dusty, but none the worse for wear.

Back at the clubhouse, Megan proudly walked in without her sling to find Bishop and Marcus relaxing at a table with a few beers.

“Well look at you, Poquito. Doctor freed you?” Bishop asked, standing to claim a hug.

Megan stepped into his embrace with a smile. “Still gotta wear the soft cast and be easy with it, but he cleared me to lose the sling.”

“Good. That’ll make dance lessons easier,” Marcus said as he got his own hug,

“Among other things,” Megan agreed.

“Is everyone here?” Hank asked.

“Waiting on Riz. He went to help Vickie with something,” Bishop said, taking his seat back.

Taza and Hank joined them as Angel split off to the bar where Coco and Gilly were waiting. EZ went to fetch drinks automatically as Hank pulled Megan onto his knee.

“He needs to hurry up. La Princessa and her caballero have a date tonight,” Taza said, accepting the beer from EZ.

Marcus grinned. “Finally going to take Poquito somewhere, Tranq?”

Hank grinned. “That’s the plan if nothing fucking it up this time.”

Bishop looked over his shoulder at where Angel was sipping on his own beer. “We’ll be fine for one night, brother. Take Poquito out tonight. If shit hits the fan - it can wait until tomorrow for you.” He grinned. “Now, that being said - you have planning to do. So get to it. Poquito - did the doctor say when the soft cast can come off?”

Hank chuckled and pressed a kiss to the place where Megan’s neck met her shoulder before sliding out from in under her. He watched as Megan settled into his seat and got distracted by her tío’s question before slipping out to the front porch.

Megan smiled at Bishop. “Tío, why’re you asking me? You know very well the doctor doesn’t speak English.”

Bishop laughed and nodded. “You’re right. You’re right. So what did your papa tell you he said?”

“Still another three weeks or so - as long as I don’t do anything stupid. I kind of think Papa added that part on though,” Megan teased.

Taza laughed. “I paraphrased. That’s all Chica.”

They chatted amicably for a bit before Angel came over to ask to speak to Bishop and Taza alone for a minute in Templo. That left Megan with Marcus.

“Have you heard anything from Tía Diana and Tessa?” Megan asked. “I haven’t heard much since they left.”

Marcus sat forward at the table to smile at her. He leaned his forearms there and smiled. “Yeah. I heard from them at about lunch time. They’re probably still on the road though. Tessa doesn’t have much patience for car rides, so Diana will stop often to let her stretch.” He fiddled with his beer bottle a bit. “I talked to your tía about the move. She agrees that it’s probably best for everyone if I pause my patch for a bit.”

Megan reached across the table to squeeze his fingers. “And you? What do you think?”

He squeezed back before meeting her eyes. “I think she’s right. It makes the most sense, Bebita.”

“Then why the hesitation?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t know who I am without this kutte, Poquito. I’ve been wearing it so long it’s practically my skin at this point.” He sighed. “I’m struggling with letting go.”

“I understand. It’s like leaving rodeo was for me.” She fiddled with his signet ring, “But Tío, you aren’t leaving for good. It’s just like recon.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. We’ll make the call at the Templo after this one. I want to be sure the gun deal is solid first. Besides - this way nothing is on Hank’s mind tonight except you. Finally getting a real date night, huh? You gonna let him show out?”

Megan laughed and sat back. “You mean I could stop him?”

“Good point.”

Bishop and Taza returned with very serious faces. Megan sat up straight in alarm. “Papa? Everything alright?”

“Sí, Chica. Angel just had some information for us.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to the top of her head before resuming his seat. “Your tío is going to take care of it before Templo.”

Bishop nodded and gathered Gilly and Creeper before riding out.

“Anything I need to know, Hermano?” Marcus asked.

Taza shook his head. “Nah. Charter issue.”

Marcus nodded.

When Bishop and the others returned, Bishop’s face was like a thundercloud and Riz was with them. Hank followed them in from the front porch too. Bishop didn’t even have to say anything. He just grabbed the whiskey bottle and a glass and headed for Templo. Everyone followed.

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kiss and tell

angel reyes x gn!olvidado reader, 2369 words

for day 25 of whumpril: ‘we’re being watched’

a/n: this is in a world where adelita and angel never had a thing, because why not, AND who doesn’t love a fake date trope! muah (also love u élise, mi jefa)

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You shouldn’t be here. You really shouldn’t be here. Of all your dubious moral mistakes, this might just be the worst one, right? Going behind Adelita’s back, to talk to a Mayan, of all people, who’s working with Galindo? Yeah, you’ve fucked it. You’ve really missed the mark with this one.

He isn’t even a close friend, really. A friend of a friend of a friend. Someone you bickered with in high school, an Angel totally undeserving of the name. Payaso copied your answers in more exams than you can count, and now he’s after them again, begging you for info you know you shouldn’t give. Well, you assume so. The text he’d sent hadn’t been specific, but what else could he want?

You haven’t spoken to him in years, but, fuck, you’re here, aren’t you? You agreed to his suggestion and let him pick the meeting place. You’re walking toward him now, like you couldn’t be any fucking happier to ruin your shit, any more willing to disrupt what Los Olvidados have been organising for months. God, if anyone knew about this. If Adelita knew about this.

It isn’t worth imagining. Besides, you might not tell him anything at all, right? He might ask you for something you know nothing about. There’s still a chance of that, still time for fate to stand by your side.

Angel’s leaning against the tree closest to the park’s entrance, one tall beanpole in the sea of kids and moms pushing empty prams. He doesn’t blend in by any means. He didn’t even bother to take his kutte off.

‘Hey.’ He nods as you approach, only clocking you once you’re within talking distance anyway.

‘You wanna be any more obvious, man?’ you snap over him, looking past him, then over your shoulder. ‘May as well have brought the rest of your stupid club with you.’

‘Wow, relax.’ He looks like he wants to laugh. ‘Is it that serious? S’not like you got rules against socialising and shit.’

He’s wrong, of course, because that’s exactly what you do have. Especially when it comes to socialising with Galindo affiliated groups. ‘Can we move, please?’ you ask, ignoring the remark. ‘Away from the fucking Mom’s club.’

Then he does laugh, face crumpling like you’re certifiably insane, but he does stand straight from the tree he’s on. ‘You wanna walk?’

‘Sure.’ That’s better than this, at least. You watch him shove his hands into his pocket, before gesturing with his elbow for you to lead the way. Which you do, begrudgingly, traipsing further into the park with him beside you.

‘I can’t talk for long,’ you tell him, flicking him a look. Then it’s back behind you, over your shoulder, and to the right over the grass.

‘Damn,’ he’s watching you scan the surroundings, ‘you’re way less fun than you used to be.’

‘I didn't realise we ever had fun, Angel.’

He scoffs. ‘Really? Thought we were cool.’ He throws you a smile. ‘Homies.’

‘You stuck gum to my backpack and cheated off me relentlessly,’ you answer, not bitter, but bored instead. ‘Might’ve been fun for you, but.’

‘Okay,’ he laughs, ‘so I was a shitty kid. You really gonna hold that against me?’

‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ You pass a woman jogging, flashing her a smile just to see if she’ll return it—she does. ‘Would’ve blocked your number if I was holding it against you.’

He sucks a breath in, like he’s scratched his knee or some shit, wincing with it. ‘The fuck are they feeding you at those camps? Los Olvidados got a rule about being friendly now?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, and you hate that you’re almost laughing with it, ‘that’s actually the whole thing, dumbass. We’re not trying to make friends.’

So why are you here then? Walking through a park, birds chirping like a fucking Disney movie, with Angel of all people. You were supposed to be making this quick. You shove your hands in your pockets like he has, pulling your hoody closed over your torso. No more chitchat.

‘So,’ you say, ‘can we get to the part where you beg me for information?’

You aren’t looking at him still, but flitting around again. There’s a dude on the bench you’re walking by, reading the newspaper. He doesn’t pay any attention to either of you. Doesn’t look up as Angel’s boot throws a stone in his direction.

‘Information? Nah.’ Angel shakes his head, the movement catching in your periphery. ‘You think that’s what I’m here for?’

You shrug. ‘Well, yeah. What else would you want?’

You’re on opposite sides, really. Hired hands or not, the Mayans are working for the man you and the rest of the group have fucked over, multiple times now. All you can offer him is information he shouldn’t have. Not that you will, of course, not that you will. But you at least want to hear what he’s dumb enough to ask for.

He’s slowed to a stop, for some reason. His brows are pinched together as he looks at you. ‘Y’know, I almost feel like saying fuck it and leaving you here.’

You turn, in front of him now, and shrug again. ‘What d’you mean?’

‘I’m here to help your ass not, fucking, beg you for information.’ He looks offended, actually. Genuinely offended. ‘I mean, come on, you really think I’m that stupid?’

Maybe, but you aren’t about to admit that to him. ‘Sorry,’ you stumble, ‘I don’t know. Guess I figured you had some allegiance to the dude paying you.’

He snorts. ‘Yeah, that’s not how this shit works.’

‘Okay,’ you prompt, ‘then what is it? Why am I here?’

For the first time, he chances a look behind like he does actually care, like he’s as nervous about this as you are. Well, almost. ‘Thought you guys might want to know Galindo’s planning to go ahead with another shipment,’ he says.

‘Oh.’ Your brows go up. ‘Damn. Fuck, that’s useful.’

‘Yeah,’ his voice goes thick with sarcasm, ‘I figured.’

Your gaze slips past him, looking for the man with the newspaper again. Only, he’s not there now, and has been replaced by another man, sitting with his arm over the back of the bench. He’s slouching, knees wide. Dressed in nothing but jeans and a garish shirt—which is weird, because it’s a cloudy day. Cold enough that you and Angel are both wearing two layers at least.

‘But why?’ You flick back to Angel. ‘Like, why help us?’

There’s something familiar about the man, about his very fucking familiar face. You can’t shake it. You can’t even focus on what Angel’s given you, the opportunity of another shipment to disrupt.

Angel sighs, oblivious to the mental file-o-fax you’re pawing through. ‘I know you think I’m a dick,’ he says, ‘but I do actually, y’know, care. About this shit.’ He gestures between the two of you. ‘The rebel shit, I’m with it.’ He pauses, you still aren’t paying attention. ‘And I fucking hate Galindo,’ he adds, souring. ‘Uptight fuck.’

You look back to the bench. He’s scanning the park now, in a very non-casual, casual way. Like you were—like you are. He skims past you quickly, pretending he hasn’t just made fleeting eye contact with you, and then it clicks. Finally. Fuck. It’s not just some dude, it’s Tiago, one of the many meatheads in Galindo’s cartel. You’ve seen his face a million times, in black and white, pinned to the boards at camp. You recognise it now, because it’s obvious. Scar through his eyebrow, thick moustache, ugly fucking shirts.

He isn’t relaxing in the park, enjoying the breeze, he’s waiting for you, watching. He’s holding out on you spilling secrets you shouldn’t—or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe he’s watching Angel instead, keeping track of Galindo’s assets. They’re trying to avoid another incident like the last, looking for the leak in the in the seal, the rat amongst the dogs. And Angel’s clueless to it, standing and waiting for your reply. His face clear as day for Tiago to watch.

‘Kiss me,’ you say, blurting it as quickly as you can.

‘Wha—why?’ Angel frowns, lips pulling down at the corners. ‘Kiss you?’

‘We’re being watched.’ You step forward. ‘Kiss me.’

He’s taking too long to process it. You can feel Tiago staring now, attempting to read your lips. The longer Angel stands there looking lost, the longer Tiago has to profile you, to paint you as a notable figure. To pin blame to the badges on Angel’s kutte.

You pull him in by the back of his neck, before any more damage can be done. Hide his face with your own, make this look like a date, a walk in the park between one Mayan and his crush. He doesn’t kiss you back, of course, it’s stationary lips against stationary lips. Is it convincing? You’ve no idea. You can’t pull back to check yet, not without making it look suspicious and desperately false.

He says your name, or tries to, against your mouth. When you don’t break away to let him say it properly, there’s a moment of pause, just a breath, and then he’s kissing you like he means it. His hands come up to your waist, his lips part. You turn, pulling him with you, until you’re angled away from Tiago, Angel’s back a firm wall in his vision. He’s either cottoned on, at last, and is trying to make this look like a real thing to avoid suspicion, or his testosterone has kicked in and accepted a kiss for a kiss. His body reacting the way it normally would.

For a second you enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.

‘Okay,’ you pull back, hands to his chest, and look over his shoulder, ‘I think that…’

Tiago’s turned away again, scrubbing a hand over his moustache and looking as awkward as anyone would after watching two people kiss.

‘The fuck was that about?’ Angel asks, out of breath but unable to shift the smugness from his face. ‘Who’s watching us?’

‘Fucking Galindo,’ you mutter, ignoring the slight thrum in your chest.

‘He’s here?’ He attempts to look behind, but you catch him before he can, hand to his cheek.

‘Don’t fucking do that.’ You drop it again, fidgeting back behind the shape of him. ‘You can’t look, but it’s Tiago.’

His brows flex together; he’s wondering how you know who he is, how you’re using the guy’s first name like you’re familiar, but now isn’t the time to go into it. Really, you know more about Galindo’s crew than he ever will. There’s no cap on information for you, it’s find out all you can, everything you can. For him, it’s only what Galindo allows them to know. The bare minimum to get them to do what he needs.

‘He probably thinks you’re the rat,’ you say, continuing when he laughs, an I am the rat, expression on his face. ‘It’s better he thinks this is a date. For you, I mean.’

The smirk isn’t shifting. He’s staring down at you like you’ve actually asked him out. ‘So you’re helping me now?’ he says. ‘Saving my ass from Galindo?’

‘Yes,’ you snap, ‘and the desire to keep doing it is running thin.’

‘Alright, God.’ Still smiling. He’s still smiling. ‘Tell me what to do then, Olvidado.’

You have half the mind to leave, abandon him like that kiss was the farewell, and let Tiago track him alone. Follow his stupid bike around town until he finds some other way to incriminate him. But you need him, actually. You genuinely fucking need him and what he has to say. Another shipment would give you another chance to dent Galindo’s organisation, to strip more money, and more power, from him, in the most frustrating way possible. It’s an opportunity too good to miss.

‘You see that café ?’ you ask, knowing it’s in his eye-line, over your head. ‘We’re gonna go there, like we’re on a nice fucking date, and you’re gonna tell me what you came to tell me.’

‘Alright.’

‘So,’ you gesture toward him, ‘make it look like you actually like me, or something.’

He rolls his eyes, head tilting with it, and you almost reach to snap it back down again, but then he gets it together. He takes your hand, the right one, bringing it up as he steps around to lay the same arm over your shoulder. It’s more than he needed to do, putting you by his side, with your joined hands sitting against your collarbone, but you can hardly complain about it now. Tiago could be watching still—you look, eyes over Angel’s forearm—he is still watching. Leaning forward on his knees now, like he’s deciding whether to follow or not.

‘You’re gonna have to be careful,’ you say, facing front again. ‘They clearly suspect you.’

He shakes his head. ‘Flaco’s paranoid, probably thinks all of us are out here spilling his secrets.’

‘Fine, be like that. But it’ll get you fucking killed, Angel.’

‘Says the rebel trying to take him down.’

He has you there, but the difference is Galindo, Tiago, doesn’t know you yet. Doesn’t even realise that you’re anyone worth knowing. Thankfully, hopefully, your quick thinking has planted ‘love interest’ across your face, and ‘dead end’ over Angel’s. There’s nothing innately suspicious about two people going for coffee, no matter how Tiago swings it.

‘Let’s just get this over with,’ you tell him, increasing your speed and pulling Angel along with you. ‘Before one of us ends up in the gutter.’

Angel laughs, nodding.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he shrugs over you, ‘just that this is the weirdest fucking date of my life.’

‘It’s not a date.’

‘Fake date,’ he corrects. ‘Weirdest fake date of my life.’

‘And last one, too,’ you add, because if he ever texts you to meet up again, you’ll be leaving him on read. Information or not, it isn’t worth the hassle, he isn’t worth the hassle. You’d rather struggle to gather information for yourself, than go down with the Angel Reyes, traitor to Galindo, disaster of a ship.

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x reader #whumpril2023 #mayans mc fanfic #<3<3<3<3

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burningtacozombie · 1 year

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a few things we can speculate about from yesterday’s photos from the Mayans set, given that they are filming their last episode:

first: Emily and Cristobal are still with Miguel. everyone is alive and looking good and healthy but not necessarily happy.

second: the Galindos walk into a bistro. Miguel being out of hiding and in public might mean his legal troubles (having been framed for murder, being a drug king pin and all) have been resolved in one way or another, and he's not in prison.

third: after all they’ve been through, Miguel would never bring his son unless he knew it was safe, he doesn’t seem to expect “outside forces” to come for them at this point (Soledad, Adelita, Potter, the list is long). maybe there is some sort of truce between the parties?

fourth: no sign of Nestor, he might still be with the Mayans after all. no idea where Luis might be, or any other bodyguard. or even a nanny for Cristobal. also, EZ is still wearing the president patch.

fifth: Angel seems to be getting back on his bike, did he and EZ meet with the Galindos? were they stopping for something else? or were they just driving by by accident (sort of a callback to the pilot episode, when EZ drove past Emily while she was changing diapers on the side of the street). no indication on how any of them is dealing with the whole being brothers thing.

sixth: while everyone is safe at this point, they haven’t wrapped yet and a lot can still happen...

seventh: Miguel looks as gorgeous as ever, they're even letting him have some grays in his hair!

all photos: X - X

#danny pino #miguel galindo #sarah bolger #emily galindo #clayton cardenas #angel reyes #jd pardo #ez reyes #mayans mc #mayans fx

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swaghumanoidnickelhero · 1 year

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Angel reyes x daughter reader

Growing up with your mom adelita you never really knew your dad because you had travel so much

One day that all changes

You wake up around 7 am starting to get ready for the day

Yn Buenos dias mama

Adelita Buenos dias sweetheart estas bein

Yn no because I found these letters and it signed by angel reyes

Yn who is that mama

Adelta it's no one honey

Yn mama is he my dad

Adeltia sigh yes he is

Yn this whole time you knew who he was and you didn't say a thing

Adelita yn

Yn no I'm leaving I can't with the lies anymore

You leave out the door and there's a dress on the evenlope so you go there

You pull up the romero car shop in hopes that he there

Ez hello

Yn Hola I have a feeling your my tio my moms is adleita

Ez yes you are honey

Yn it's nice to finally me you is my dad here by chance

Ez yes he is come this way quierda

You walk into the temple

Ez angel come here

Angel walks over

Ez this is adelita daughter

Angel Mija

Yn Hola papa

Angel you've grown up so much cuantos tenos

Yn Quince

Angel oh mind vida lo siento

Yn it's OK papa I'm here now

Yn can I hug you

Angel of course

You hug your dad for the first moment

#daughter reader #angel reyes

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gperez-jackson · 1 year

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[ camila murrone | 30 | cis female | she/her ] Hey, look! It’s [GABRIELA PEREZ-JACKSON] at [THE EASTHAVEN MUSEUM OF ART]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [MANAGER AND EXHIBITION CURATOR]? I guess they’re from [SAN ANTONIO] and have been in town for [6 YEARS], living in [MAPLE HILLS]. I also heard they’re a little [JADED], but also very [PERSONABLE] which definitely makes sense.

BASICS Legal Name: Gabriela Adelita Perez-Jackson Nicknames/Alias: Gabi, G Perez-Jackson (the names she uses when she creates her art pieces), GPJ (her signature) DOB: December 25, 1992 Gender: cis female Sexuality: heterosexual (though bicurious), heteroromantic Place of Birth: Hospital Angeles Ciudad Juárez, Mexico Currently: East Haven, Vermont Nationality: Mexican Occupation: Manager and Exhibition Curator of Easthaven Museum of Art

Childhood/Family Life: Gabriela was born to Mexican immigrant parents down in San Antonio after the two had fled their native country due to her mother’s parents hatred for her father. The relationship between the two was never an easy one – the sizable 14 year age gap and her father’s past as a gang member never earning the blessing from her mother’s parents that the two had been seeking. Running away and starting anew seemed like the best and only option for the lovers. After they had arrived in the states, they moved several times, often staying in cities that closely hugged the Mexican border, but when Garbriela’s mother fell pregnant a fourth time (this time with twins) the parents made the decision to find somewhere more permanent and decided to settle in San Antonio. The seven people family managed to fit in a three bedroom home for as long as humanly possible, up until the kids began to move out of home on their own. Her father found work as a groundskeeper for the San Antonio city council and her mother became a Spanish Tutor, taking cash for pay to help neighbourhood kids pass their Spanish exams.

Education: Attended public schooling from Kindergarten through to Graduation in Highschool. Offered a scholarship to Yale in the fine arts program, attending her first year in Edinburgh, Scotland before finishing her degree at Yale.

PERSONALITY +creative +personable +open -jaded -obsessive -particular

Personality type: ISFP - The Composer [x] Archetype: The Creator [x]

Likes & Dislikes: +relaxing on the balcony with a hot cup of coffee after waking up +baking +painting through her feelings -yelling -creative block -snobbery

RELATIONSHIPS Parents: Jose and Magdalena Perez Siblings: 4, all brothers, the youngest two being twins Children: None. Current Partner: [open] Ex-Partners: Andrew Jackson, [open] Boss/Employer: The Easthaven Museum of Art Co-Workers: [open] Friends: [open] Enemies: [open]

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Build: since her divorce was announced, Gabi has lost a little weight. She is running a lot, so her lean frame is starting to look slightly gaunt. She is 168cm tall Hair Colour: deep chocolate brown, almost black Eye Colour: deep brown Distinguishing Marks: a wear line from where her wedding ring used to sit on her finger, a scar on her lip from an accident she had as a baby, swollen knuckles from years of gripping pencils and paint brushes too tightly.

#easthavenintro #about

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jamesvaldez · 4 years

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I’ll check in later on you this week. Buenas noches, querida.

#mayans mc #mayansmcedit #angel x adelita #angel reyes #adelita #luisa espina #clayton cardenas #carla baratta #*#they own me seriouslyy

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thesandbeneathmytoes · 3 years

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Why don’t you necessarily like Nails with Angel?

Hi! Good question! I don’t mind them together, but I think he needs someone who will hold him a bit more accountable. Maybe Nails was trying to do that with the “conversation” they were going to have, although part of me thinks she was gonna spill some dirt on who squealed to Border Patrol/Vicki’s anger. I guess I want him with someone who can both care for him and push him to be better. Someone between Nails and Adelita. A happy medium!

#mayans #mayans mc spoilers #mayans mc s3 #mayans mc #angel x adelita #angel x nails

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la-dahlia · 2 years

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MAYANS MC | 4x07

#mayans mc #mayansmcedit #mayansedit #dailymayans #angel x adelita #angel reyes #luisa espina #adelita #clayton cardenas #carla baratta #otpsource #my posts.

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rachelluv11 · 3 years

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I just want Angel and Adelita to be happy and have their son in their arms 😭

#angel x adelita #mayans fx #mayans mc

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amaro-angel · 3 years

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#angel x adelita #angel x luisa #angelita #mayansmc #adelita #angel reyes #fan art #mayansmc art

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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ANGEL REYES x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: ofc I had to do a summer prompt for this highly frustrating man and you can absolutely guarantee this is about to be some bullshit! Lmao. Enjoy!

#16. Cannonball + #22. water park adventures from this prompt list here: https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer

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You’re probably wondering how we ended up here (being thrown out of a water park)…and of course you blamed the one and only, in usual circumstances, Angel Ignacio Reyes.

It was a spur of the moment idea, midnight was here and you were half asleep surrounded by your children—since your bed was basically their bed in their eyes, meaning everyone was spending the night in your room. You weren’t sure when Angel got up from the bed but you were aware that your daughter now clung to you instead. Which unfortunately added more heat to your sweaty body than you needed, it wasn’t until the clicking of the AC that you peeled your eyes open to see Angel now blocking the air, with his bare tatted chest.

“What’re you doing?” You hissed, with your daughter’s copper hair tickling your eye.

Angel wiggled his hips, dancing in front of the unit, “my back needed some air.”

“So do my titties but yet your big headed daughter got that covered.” You reached up to smooth her hair and peeked down, searching the bed for her scarf that you mistakenly allowed your fiancé to tie for the night.

Angel snorted, moving to the bed to pry the chunky four year old off you to cradle in his arms, back in front of the air conditioner. You switched the arm that was wrapped securely around, “Mavy” (you refused to call that baby, “Maverick,” respectfully) and slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position to place the sleeping infant into the nearby bassinet.

That’s when the whining started but you weren’t backing down this time. Your limbs needed a break from the weight of the children and so you caressed his skin with patience until he dozed off. You spun back around, raising your arms above your head and arched your back with a nice satisfying crack before you slid over to Angel and bumped him out of the way for a cool breeze.

The fan above the bed was not cutting it. And you were the main one who commonly said this but angel didn’t mind sitting underneath or right next to multiple fans…yet here he stood blocking the AC you bought.

“Hey, how about we do something fun as a family tomorrow? Well today. I have the day off.”

You rubbed at your neck, “okay?”

“Let’s roll to the waterpark. There’s one about a hour away so we gotta be outta here by ten.”

“Do they have spiked slushies?”

Angel blinked as he slowly twisted your baby girl back and forth in his arms, “I’m sure they do but like…you’re not about to walk around with a black umbrella strolling all over the park right? I know you can get in the water, you just got those braids last week. I saw you sticking your head in the sink later that night for whatever reason.”

“Shut up.” You moved back to plop down on Angel’s side of the bed, reaching over to your son who rested in the middle, “I will, but if we have three kids with us at a crowded park in the heat? Imma need a drink.”

“…do we need to schedule a AA meeting on top of that?” Angel joked, making you send a solid middle finger his way.

You could drink Angel under the table but he was more of a smoker and you preferred a edible instead every now and then.

“Okay, let’s say we’re going. Did you check the weather?”

“Does it matter? It’s hot either way.”

Of course he would say this, you made a mental note to stuff some ponchos into his backpack later.

Sighing you carried on, “you need to get in touch with Adelita and let her know then…she’s away on business but keep her updated.”

“Yeah, I’ll text her in the morning.” Angel shrugged.

Shaking your head you corrected, “call her.”

Angel sucked his teeth and thought about it, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Humming you peeked over at the alarm clock on his bedside and lifted your legs to get comfortable on the bed. Angel poked your shoulder making you slap his hand away, “hey, that’s my spot, Cariño.”

“Let me have this Angel, you’re the one who blocked the air for a solid ten minutes.”

“And I’m the drama queen?” Angel huffed, “it was at least three minutes, stop it.”

You were already falling back to sleep when Angel placed your daughter right beside her little brother, kissed Mavy on the back of his neck, and finally climbed in on your side.

It was 11:13AM by the time all of you got out of the car. The sun was already roasting all of you and you were reapplying all of the sunscreen on the kids and securing them into the stroller and wagon.

“C’mooon, y/n.” Angel complained, bouncing on his toes as he closed the trunk to the car.

You stood up straight after handing Mavy his bottle, and adjusted the bucket hat on your two year old son who sat right beside the infant. Sending Angel a glare you carefully circled around the stroller and wagon, with a hand raised and smacked some sunscreen right against his neck.

“What the, fuck? Ow!” The taller man flinched, holding onto the handle of the wagon which carried your daughter who was too involved with her tablet, while you chuckled beginning to rub the protectant in making Angel want nothing more than to get out of your grasp.

“None of us are getting sunburned, not on my watch!”

“I already put this shit on thirty minutes ago before we even entered the park, why are we wasting more time doing this?” Angel huffed.

You continued applying more to his puffy cheeks as you answered, “The instructions say fifteen minutes before you get exposed to the rays. It doesnt hurt to reapply, you know? you should be thanking your wife to be because you’re the main one out of all of us that gets fucked up by the sun, so stop bitching.”

All Angel could do was suck his teeth. He knew he couldn’t argue, the sun do be beating his ass majority of the time. It was never much of a factor to him since his mind was always set on getting into some shit. He had vague memories of his own mother applying it to his skin whenever they would go to the beach—his mother loved the beach. Then on occasion, EZ would encourage Angel to do it but he basically told his little brother to, “fuck off!” Yet with you? Ms. Part-time esthetician, he didn’t have any choice. Sunscreen was to be applied daily and there was only a three percent chance that he got away without it.

Once satisfied, the five of you were off to quite the adventure. The last time you were at an amusement park was when you were pregnant with your son, two years ago…let’s just say it was not a good experience for you. You didn’t have the highest hopes for today since it was already eighty-three degrees but you kept that to yourself knowing this was mainly for the kids, including your fourth child, Angel.

At first it was a nice stroll through the park, which was slowly becoming filled with other attendees. Angel decided he would take your daughter onto the spinning tea cup, claiming that the carousel was too boring for him. You snapped some photos with your camera before taking a seat near by, cheering them on.

Hearing the laughter of your child was enough to make you happy for the moment.

The both of you took turns playing the arcade games before meeting EZ and Sofía? By the donkey riding? Portion of the park. You weren’t expecting to see Sofía here since it seemed that she was repulsed by children and you weren’t entirely sure where her and Ez’s relationship was headed. Not that it was any of your business but Ezekiel was basically your idiot brother too.

“Dario, you wanna ride the jackass?” Angel talked regularly to your son, who’s birth name was Marcellus but he preferred Dario so thus calling the boy by his middle name.

Checking your phone you answered, “he’s been on your back before, Angel.”

Which earned snickers from both Ezekiel and Sofía. You smirked to yourself, getting ready to respond back to a text message when Angel snatched your phone out of your hand holding it above both of your heads. Folding your arms you sent him a glare, you were not about to scrap with this man in this humid environment— that’s for damn sure.

“I know you won’t mind us using your phone to take a photo of us on donkey, right?”

Ez cut in, “you do know adults cant get on the donkey right? That’ll be cruelty to the animals with that big ass head you got. It’s just for the kids.”

“In that case, let’s all send well wishes to that donkey.” Sofia chimed in.

It was your turn to send a look to Sofia who caught your eyes, you gave her a thumbs up at the jab before Angel raised both middle fingers to you all. He pulled Marcellus-Dario out of the stroller and walked up to get in line for the donkey ride. It was humorous watching Angel trying to bargain with the teenage woman at the entrance, who was clearly not in the mood for his antics. So once your two year old was placed on the animal and watched over by another worker, Angel was snapping away photos like a proud dad and even got a video in there.

Time seemed to pass by quickly with Angel and Ez rushing off to a rollercoaster, going on a few more kiddie rides, and once Sofia and Ez went off to tend to a few other rides themselves, you, Angel, and the kids settled at the food court for some lunch. After spending a half hour there you finally made it to the water section of the park, which instantly made your Pisces daughter, sprint off to the large pool with uncle ez laughing, who made his own show of pulling off his shirt to follow after his niece.

You settled on a lounge chair in your own bathing top with Sofia near you and Mavy was chilling with you two. eventually Ez came around and snatched Marcellus to hang with him and his big sis. You and Sofia didn’t bother with small talk, you tending to your phone and her snorting at the women who were gushing at Ez with your kids. When you caught on, you snickered with Sofia before plucking up your cocktail and checking on a napping Mavy, who you kept positioned away from the sun.

When Angel came around drenched and causing chaos around the pool: tossing your daughter around like she was a football, shooting water guns at Ez and Marcellus to the point Marcellus was full on crying from the pressure, Ez wasted no time handing Marcellus over to you while you got ready to cuss this man out in front of the entire park, however Ez and Angel got into a fighting match in the pool which made Marcellus giggle at his uncle almost drowning his father by the large dumping buckets.

Rightfully so, Angel knew Marcellus was a sensitive thing. He ended up apologizing to your son with some tickles only to continue being chaotic as he got to the largest water slide with your daughter. He went down with her twice, no problem. It wasn’t until he went down on his own that you realized he was up to something. You sensed it before Ez called out to you in the pool, arm locked around his niece moments after he went down the loopy slide himself.

Standing with Marcellus on your hip, you lifted your shades from your eyes, shielded the sun from your forehead, and peered into the distance watching as Angel seemed to cut the line in front of what looked like some teenagers and began sharing words with the workers and the teens.

“The hell is he doing?” Sofia commented.

You watched in horror as he put his fingers up in the air and moved to the slide. Instead of sitting down, he gripped onto the side of it, perched like a damn frog and leaped from the slide. You heard gasps from others that seemed to notice the commotion but you barely realized his name bleeding from your lips.

It didn’t take long for security and some medics to arrive to the scene but Angel was clearly laughing them off. It was without a thought that you handed Marcellus off to Sofia as you stomped over to the group. You could see his mouth was busted and some bruising forming on his stomach as you approached him.

“Hey, querida! Did you see that shit?” The dark haired man greeted you.

You gave him a sweet smile as you stood in between two security guards and eyed the medic who pressed on Angel’s stomach, making him wince.

A rich dark skinned guy asked, “Do you know this man?”

“Yeah, unfortunately I do. He’s my husband. Is he okay?”

The medic answered, “he’s fine. With minor injuries but just to be safe, we can take him to the hospital to make sure there’s no internal injuries.”

Angel quickly looked away from you, “Internal? Man, I’m good! There’s no fucking injuries from a simple cannonball.”

The security to the right of you added, “maybe he suffered from brain damage awhile ago.”

If your spirit wasn’t deeply irritated, you might have let out a cackle.

“Thanks for the advice,” you sighed stepping towards Angel, “I’m gonna kill my man now.”

The blond man reached out for the back of your arms, “Enough! We don’t need anymore public disturbances, so we have to ask the both of you to leave.”

“What?!” Angel yelled, “I just bought my family here to have some fun and now you’re tryin’ to tell me that you’re kicking us out because I made a splash in the pool?! That’s what the fuck it’s for aint it?”

The dark skinned security guard chuckled, with his hands resting on his belt, “maaan, don’t you realize you could have broken your damn neck from that stunt you just pulled? Save that for your backyard.”

The blond man rapidly shook his head in disagreement, “I wouldn’t recommend that, honestly.”

The security guard to the left continued, “You could influence the kids to think that what you just did was acceptable. Not only that, we were informed that you were about to square up with some teenagers?”

“I don’t know about all that,” Angel scratched at his hair, “alright look, they were talking shit so I shoved them out of the way and told them I ain’t no punk. They dared me so what do you want from me? In fact, those little turds owe me twenty bucks.” His eyes searched the park, while keeping a great distance from you.

Molding your lips together you clasped your hands together and spun around, not bothering to meet the eyes of the security guards. They already knew you were fed up and honestly felt a little sorry that you “married” this man.

“I’ll grab our things.” Was all you said to the men, as you silently excused yourself, walking back to Ez, Sofia, and the kids.

Ez opened his mouth to round off some questions but Sofia silently shook her head, advising that wasn’t the best idea. He cleared his throat and decided to head over there himself as Angel began to get loud, pleading his case to stay at the water park.

Sofia placed Marcellus beside a wide awake Mavy and helped dry your daughter off while you downed the rest of your fruity cocktail. Taking silent breaths and ignoring the judging stares from other people, you slipped on your floral chiffon robe. Placing your shades back over your eyes, you glossed your lips and tossed it back into your purse, before turning back to your daughter who was wrapped in her towel.

“It’s time to go, baby.” You picked the 4C four-year old up into your arms, quickly putting her back into the wagon. You caressed the once twist-out and noticed the tears beginning to swim in her eyes, then you handed the stuffed banana Angel won her, “it’s okay. We’ll blow up the pool for you tomorrow and we’ll have our own adventure, I promise.”

“Okay, mommy.” The girl hiccuped going to lay down in the wagon.

Giving a small smile you began pulling on the wagon while Sofia admired how you handled this.

“Is it okay if—?” She started, motioning to the stroller which carried your two boys.

Dipping your head you began leading the way, until a Karen blocked your path.

“You know…I hope you and your distasteful family never come back here. This is a place for well-behaved families and I know those men are nothing but outlaws just scaring the children away.” She slurped on her blue cocktail.

You didn’t bother taking your shades off as you replied, “bitch. You mean the same outlaws that you were drooling over not too long ago? And isn’t your kid the long haired lanky redhead? I just saw him vaping by the bathrooms, which I’m positive he didn’t get from my distasteful family. Also…you might want to ease up on the blow in your cocktail, it is a family park isn’t it?”

Smirking at her, you moved forward making her step out of your way and made sure to have the wheels of the wagon run over her bare foot.

“Ouch!”

“Mommy?”

“Sorry baby, just a little bump in the road.”

That’s how you ended up being escorted out of the park, despite angel’s efforts to stay but you were already over it. The guards watched you in the parking lot, making sure that you wouldn’t enter back in—or else they’d have to, “call the authorities.”

“So the real pigs? I thought that’s what you guys were.” Ez egged them on, which made you cut your eyes at him too with a shake of your head.

As you got to your car, Mavy started crying while Angel and Ez were getting ready to light up some cigarettes. Angel moved over to you while you started unbuckling Mavy from his spot all day.

“That’s his diaper cry, he definitely needs a change. Let me see.”

Putting your back to Angel you hissed, “I know, Angel. I got it! He doesn’t need you in his face with blood in your teeth and smelling like that shit. Just stay out the way, I’ll change him.”

Ez inhaled air through his teeth, mentally signaling that this wasn’t good for Angel as he watched you throw the backseat door open to lay Mavy on his back.

“Oh, she’s pissed at you, dude.” Ezekiel remarked, his eyes briefly watching Sofia as she awkwardly went to the other side of the car, socializing with his sleepy niece.

Angel licked his lips before wrapping them back around his cigarette, inhaling, “yeah, no shit. Its about to be a long ride back.”

“Aye, at least you’ll beat the traffic this time ‘round,” Ez grinned at him with a nudge while Angel rolled his eyes.

Keeping quiet, you and Sofia got the kids into the car while the men put the belongings in the trunk. You gave Ez a quick hug, thanked Sofia for her help, and climbed right in the car with nothing else to say. Angel shook his head at you before he turned back to his brother, dapping him up, then gave Sofia a short side-hug before he climbed into the car too.

It was only five, maybe seven minutes into the ride back home with your daughter and Marcellus fast asleep and Mavy quietly cooing, and your late night r&b playlist on the aux, that Angel had enough of your deafening silence.

“Talk to me already, cariño.” Angel groaned, rubbing at his eyes.

Running your tongue over your teeth, you inhaled as you shifted in your seat to face the man you were going to marry, placing your hands together into a praying motion, you got your words together.

“Because our kids are in the back, I’m not about to yell at you. Just know that I do want to wrap my hands around your neck, more than ever.”

Angel smirked, “you know I’m into that, tho.”

When he peeked over at you, he noticed that you did not crack a smile. You simply pressed your elbow into the console and stared hard at him.

He gulped, “alright! Why are you being like this? Can’t a man have some fun?”

“Fun? You thought jumping from a slide high up is fun? In front of our kids? What if you died? Then what? I already have to worry about your safety when you spend hours at the club but the one moment we get of freedom, you decide you’re gonna do whatever, with no regard for anyone else?” You questioned, brows furrowed.

Angel tilted his head, “I see your point…I wasn’t thinking about all that alright? Like I said to ren and stimpy back there, the kids dared me. What am I supposed to say, no?”

“Yes! Because fuck them kids, but don’t say fuck our kids. That’s why.” You strained to level your tone.

Angel rubbed at his beard, “I’d never say fuck our kids.”

“You did when you decided to play leap frog in front of us.” You fired off, pointing behind yourself.

Angel exhaled, “okay, fine! I’m sorry for wanting to have a grown ups moment.”

“What?” You were confused, more than ever.

“The movie. You know with Chris rock, the other guy who always dresses like this is still the early 2000s, and the chunky dude from mall cop. I watched it for the first time the other night and got inspired by that.” Angel rambled.

You felt your eye twitch.

“So let me get this straight,” you scratched at your brow, “not only were you taunted by some kids way younger than you, you wanted to have a reenactment from a scene in a movie?”

“…kinda.” He shrugged.

“They were on a fucking zip line and guess what happened to Steve Buscemi’s character? He broke every bone in his body!” You couldn’t help but you raise your voice at this point.

Angel blinked as he looked at you, “he didn’t die tho.”

“HOOO MY GOD! You’re unbelievable!”

“Girl, you love me.”

“I honestly don’t know why when you do stupid shit like this.” Your head rested against the head rest, exhausted.

“Alright, alright! Listen, I’ll make it up to everyone the next day I have off. Summer is still going and I have time to create more memories for the kids. I’ll apologize to them later and make sure I didn’t fuck them up, maybe they’ll even get a kick out of it, huh? Unlike my stressed out wife.” Angel rested one hand on the wheel, as he looked over at you.

Shaking your head, you leaned against the window not saying anything more. Angel took the initiative to reach for your hand, although you tried to fight his touch away, he interlocked your fingers and brought your hand to his lips.

“I’m sorry that I thought about the thrill more than the kids or you.” He started, “I can’t promise that it won’t happen again but I can promise that I’ll think a little harder before doing whatever I want.”

Scowling you lifted your head, and mugged his head to the side, “I always said you needed to work on your sorry ass apologies and I see you haven’t learned anything.”

“Pop always said I was hardheaded.”

“He probably dropped you a few times to determine that, you think?”

Angel laughed at that, “I honestly wouldn’t be surprised. So…you forgive me?”

“No.” You leaned towards him and smiled, “not until your ass goes to urgent care and they can confirm there’s no internal injuries…then we’ll talk.”

Angel groaned as you backed away from his face but noticed you squeezed his hand a little tighter that afternoon.

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