#ContaminatedFanfic

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Contaminated (10/?)

Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa EZ Reyes x OC Frankie Loza 

A/N: It has been a minute, y’all. But enjoy this lil update I’ve had in my docs for a bit. Just needed to edit and proof read it. This is just a little fun for the youngins before we get into the real draaaaama. Enjoy!

For a refresh, all the chapter links are in the below link!

Chapter Index TW: 18+, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. 

Word Count: 3.2k Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00 @drabbles-mc (it’s been a while since I’ve posted this, if I’ve forgot to add you to the taglist just let me know!) 

The group of them had potentially driven about 100 miles in the past hour and a half, listening to music, stopping on the side of the road to pee, listening to Angel bitch about how they should’ve taken their bikes, hear the clinking of Lara’s empties, watch Coco regret his decision to come, all while EZ and Frankie swooned over each other. But now, they were at what was probably one destination of many. 

“You’re getting this. You’re totally getting this.” Lara held up the shirt that read “never underestimate an old man who rides a motorcycle” in a really cringey font. 

“Old man?” Angel scoffed. 

“I think it’s real fitting,” Coco hit Angel on the chest as he squeezed past him towards where Lara was in the aisle of the thrifted clothing store. 

“Not funny,” Angel mocked. 

Coco was laughing as he reached his hand out to get a sip of the pint of alcohol Lara had pulled out to drink. Just as she was grabbing it back from him after his few swigs, Coco pulled it away. 

“You mind if I actually take this with me? I’ma go roam the mall or some shit while you all restock your closets,” Coco took a few steps backwards. 

“You’re not slick,” Lara rolled her eyes, still with the hanger of the motorcycle shirt in her hand. As she dismissed Coco she turned back around to see Angel was gone– smart move on his part, removing himself from the situation to avoid any more slick comments but Lara didn’t care. She made her way to the register and paid for the shirt and quickly made her way back to the group that was still in the store. 

“Red really ain’t your color, bro,” Angel said with a chuckle towards EZ as Frankie held up a red polo shirt against his chest. 

“Good thing no one asked you,” Frankie remarked back, giving Angel a stank face. 

“I have to agree with Angel, I think the forest green one would be better,” Lara spoke up as she approached. She moved behind one of the racks that stood as aisle separators and leaned her head over the metal bar and rested it on top of the hangers. 

Frankie switched arms, moving the green shirt back over EZ’s chest to get a look. After a couple head tilts, she shook her head in agreement, “Lara’s right. Green it is.” 

“Look at you miss fashionista,” Angel looked over at the girl. “You should shop for everyone,” he joked but instantly regretted it as the bag was being tossed into his arms. 

“Yup, and it seems like I already got started,” she said as she walked by him as his shoulders dropped in defeat as he saw what she bought for him. 

Before Angel could make a comment Lara was cutting him off. “C’mon, Coco took my emotional support alcohol, I need to find a place that will either let me get a replacement bottle or hold me over until I can get one.”

“You sound like you need to go to AA,” Angel said as he caught up with the girl as they exited the store. Lara stood right outside the entrance and carefully looked over each store in the strip mall, although it was dark, it still wasn’t too late so things were still open. Her eyes glossed over the ice cream shop along with the 24/7 gym, she didn’t even bother getting a look at the stores that had their lights shut off. Continuing, her eyes moved over the neon lights in the short distance a little too fast before they were jolting back as if she was rewinding a tape. 

“Bingo.” She mumbled as she looked across the street at the building that was lit up in red, purple, and blue neon lights. What really caught her eye was the sign that was flashing. It wasn’t the name of the bar, it wasn’t even the sign that displayed their house beer, it had a saying on it. She squinted for a moment to get a good look at the words before smiling. 

Now look, Lara was going to go across the street regardless, no matter what she had or hadn’t seen. It was a bar, they had liquor, and she needed liquor. Simple as that. But when she read the sign she knew it was meant to be. 

Live a life you will remember. But tonight, live in a moment you’re probably going to forget. 

She began to make her way across the street, looking back over her shoulder when she heard a car door close to see Angel now in close tow after throwing the bag from the thrift store in her car. 

The bouncer at the door was a unique touch, not something she was used to back in Santo Padre, but once they both entered into the bar she got why. It was packed, the lights were bright and were definitely one of many things that brought the heat up in that place. The music was loud, but good. The atmosphere had everything going for it that would be repulsive to anyone else. But to Lara, it was inviting. The stickiness in the air from the sweat of bodies that were dancing so close, the smell of weed and alcohol was a combination she thought she was familiar with but without the mixed aroma of mixed drinks it brought a completely different vibe. There was the sound of hip hop with a touch of pop and even a little top 40 action, something she’d never hear at the clubhouse or any bar in a 40 mile radius of the clubhouse. It was new. It was fresh. It was a place where Lara could be free. 

The two of them made their way to the bar, she felt herself starting to sober up and once she caught a glimpse of where the drinks were being poured, that was her first stop. As they approached, Lara saw the familiar long black hair and Mayans kutte leaning over the bar holding a green bottle of beer. 

“Funny seeing you here,” Lara yelled over the music at Coco who nodded at her and Angel. 

“What the fuck is this place, bro?” Angel asked Coco as he propped his elbow on the bar to Coco’s left while Lara made herself comfortable on the corner seat on Coco’s right. 

“A dream.” Lara answered for Coco as she looked around before catching the bartender's attention. 

“Tequila, on the rocks, two limes, keep it coming.” She yelled, placing cash down.

That first sip of her drink was like the moment she walked into the bar, shocking, warm, but most of all inviting. Lara finished the full glass just as fast as it was poured for her and was ordering another as her body mindlessly swayed to the music. The three of them sat there, silent towards each other but in the loud atmosphere of the club. Just as she was finishing her third? Maybe fourth– Lara had lost count, she clocked her best friend. 

“Frankie!” Her voice echoed, which is how you knew it was a loud bellow. It alerted the two Mayans at the bar who were now joined by EZ. 

“Cool place you found,” Frankie said in the girl’s ear, grabbing her friend’s drink from her hand and taking a large gulp. 

“Keep it, I have another one coming, I made friends with the bartender, his name is Franky too!” Lara was yelling, not just to be heard over the bass and the crowds but because she was in fact, officially back to being drunk. 

Franky, the bartender was holding up another drink and giving it to the Losa girl with a smile on his face and took the last of the cash Lara had left on the table. 

“Come on, let’s go dance, I’ve been dying to,” Lara grabbed the drink and took Frankie’s hand with her free one, dragging her to the dance floor. 

The girl moved to the beat of the song, her backside moving against her best friend’s front as they danced on each other. Now the stickiness of alcohol was spilled on their bodies, not just from their own glasses but others around them as well, although it could have been mixed with the stickiness of sweat as well. Lara turned around to face the girl with a laugh, letting the beat carry her away as she got low to the ground and brought herself back up. The two of them soaked up every moment of every song that kept playing. They powered through the eventual pain in their feet as they both were enjoying their time together way too much. 

“I’ll be right back, I gotta pee!” Lara grabbed Frankie’s face and talked into her ear since both of their hearing now was practically gone by being so close to the speakers. 

Meanwhile, back at the bar the guys were casually drinking and chatting. Coco getting more fed up by the atmosphere as time went on and more people were bumping into him causing him to spill his drink. 

He cut the brothers off mid conversation. “I’m goin’ to have a smoke, can’t take this shit anymore.” The stool was being pushed out but over the sound of the DJ there was no way to hear it. Angel and EZ let the man go and brought themselves closer to the bar, turning to watch the dance floor, specifically the two girls they came here with. 

“So you decide to make the move yet?” EZ spoke up with a smirk as he sipped his beer. 

“Not this shit again man,” Angel whined. 

“Yea, I didn’t think you’d be a coward for this long,” EZ was now enticing his brother. He expected Angel to get angry, storm away, hell, even hit him. But shockingly he didn’t. 

“Alright, real question. Hypothetically.” Angel looked over at EZ as he said the last word to really drive that point home. “It’s the prez’s daughter. Ain’t no way something like that could happen.” Angel shook his head and looked forward again. 

EZ took a minute to think how to reply, he wasn’t expecting Angel to want to have a real moment in the middle of this club. 

“I mean, Frankie and I make it happen.” He shrugged, thinking of more to say. 

“Hank and Bishop are two way different people. At the end of the day, Lara and Bishop got a lot of baggage between them and I’m not sure if I want to get in the middle of that.” Angel said. “Hypothetically.” He quickly added to his statement as he looked back over at EZ. 

“Honestly, Angel. You’re already in the middle of it. Hypothetically, of course.” EZ grinned. 

Angel rolled his eyes and finished his drink before pushing EZ. 

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll be back I gotta take a piss.” He laughed as he retreated to the bathroom. 

He opened the bathroom door and froze when he saw Lara who had been dancing in the bathroom to the music as she washed her hands. 

At the sound of the music getting louder as the door opened she looked to see Angel at the door. A laugh escaped the minute she saw him, it was so ironic. 

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” she chuckled as she grabbed the paper towel. She moved close to Angel, closing the space in between them, any attempt to hide or stop the tension between them was long gone on Lara’s side. Any hope of that was lost after her 6th drink. 

Angel wanted to feed into it, but he wasn’t nearly as drunk and he still had a lot of hesitancy especially from just coming out of that conversation with EZ. His hand moved up and was about to cup her face but instead he fixed a stray hair and tucked it behind the girl’s ear before pushing him past her. 

“I gotta take a leak.” He said perfectly spoiling the moment. Lara stood there frozen a little embarrassed at putting herself out there like that but pulled herself together and left the bathroom without another word. 

“Way to go, fuck up.” Angel mumbled to himself as he was relieving himself and heard the bathroom door open and shut. 

When he came back out Lara clearly decided to take her anger out on someone in the club, because he saw a bit of commotion going on and Lara was at the center of it. Surprisingly, even over the music he could hear her voice getting an attitude with some man who clearly had no issue serving it back to her. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but we told you to leave us alone,” Lara was barking at the tall man who was clearly angry at the situation or the rejection he experienced that Lara was now broadcasting to the surrounding crowd. 

Angel quickly made his way over before the situation escalated and stood in between the two, looking directly at Lara. 

“Yo, chill out.” 

Three words. That’s all he gave Lara in this moment but his eyes were speaking more than he was. 

“Nah, this guy was trying to put his hands all up on the both of us. I’m not gonna ch–”

“Lara, for the love of God, please, let’s just go to the bar and cool off.” Angel was surprisingly trying to deescalate the situation which annoyed Lara. She kept a frown on her face and gave him a stank look but had full intentions of listening to his advice and moving to the bar. She hadn’t had a refill in a while and could use one so there was that silver lining to this whole commotion. But then the guy spoke up. 

“Yea, listen to your little biker bitch and move along.” The mans words were sharp and venomous, like he wanted to cut through both of them. It was honestly a stupid move, insulting the man who he didn’t know who was essentially trying to help him out. 

Lara’s face grew with a smirk as she looked up at Angel, knowing how he was going to respond like they knew each other for an entire lifetime. 

“See you at the car?” She laughed and began to search for Frankie’s hand. 

“Yea, I’ll see you at the car.” Angel said nodding, now in a completely different headspace. 

Lara began to make her way to the door, it got rather easy as everyone’s attention was now on the commotion behind them. 

EZ’s eyes were glancing over to see the girl’s running to the exit and then they darted over to the commotion. 

Everything was slow motion, Angel’s arm was like a slingshot, moving backwards to gain momentum and then jolting forwards to meet in line with someone’s face. EZ was going to make his way over until he saw the unlucky man who was now knocked unconscious on the ground and figured heading out was the best option. 

The girls were laughing as they pulled each other out of the club at a decent speed, passing Coco who was leaned against the building smoking what was probably his 5th cigarette in a row. If they didn’t catch his attention, EZ did as he called out to them. 

“What the fuck happened?!”

Before either of them could answer Angel was running out of the club. 

“Go, go, go, go, go, go!!!!” He called out gaining speed. The group of them quickly piled into the car at his eagerness as well as the crowd of security that was closely behind him. They all ran across the street, it was now well into the night and there wasn’t much traffic so it was easy to escape. Coco was quick to understand and was the first in the car surprisingly, while EZ was the second. Both of them had better reflexes from all the unexpected club shit they had experienced. EZ was pulling the car out of the spot, fast but precise and slammed on the brakes to let the remaining 3 jump into the car. All of them taking the seats they had on the way down. As EZ pulled away, everyone took a second to catch their breath and look behind them to see if they were being followed. Lara was the first to let out a laugh as she saw one of the bouncers attempting to chase after them on foot. 

“Faster, EZ!!!” She laughed as she opened the sunroof to plop her upper half out of. 

“I”m trying Lara but you don’t exactly drive a sports car!” 

Lara stuck her middle fingers up at the bouncer and her tongue out of her mouth once she knew there was no way he would catch up. 

“See ya never, motherfucker!” She yelled followed by a scream to let the wind take her voice high and her hair shook out. 

Angel had to laugh at the girl, she was crazy and if anyone could appreciate that it was him. 

“What the fuck was that?” Coco asked the boys as Lara re-situated herself in the vehicle. 

“Some motherfucker wanted to get mouthy,” Angel offered up an explanation. 

“So Angel knocked him out.” Frankie smiled and turned her head at the whole back seat. 

“What a rush.” Lara smiled and settled into her seat. 

“Yea, let’s never do it again.” EZ said with a laugh since most of the weight was on him to get them out of there. 

The group pulled back into the clubhouse a few hours later, half of them were asleep, but Lara stayed wide awake. Her brain was thinking about everything, even when it would wander off into other thoughts, it’d always find its way back to the two things weighing heaviest on her. The Calaveras and Bishop. 

“We’re back,” EZ whispered to Frankie as he parked the car in the clubhouse lot. 

She stirred awake and mumbled under her breath. “Can we crash in your trailer? I'm too tired to take the bike home.” 

EZ laughed and exited the car and grabbed the girl from the car, carrying her fireman style. “Yea, we can crash here.” 

“You guys good?” EZ called out to the group, Coco was already making his way to his bike and just offered a quick nod. 

“Remind me never to do this shit with you guys again,” he said seriously before following it up with a smile as he started his bike. Lara was climbing out of the car with a chuckle and then turned to EZ. 

“Thanks for driving, prospect. Take care of her, she’s going to be sick as fuck in the morning,” Lara said knowing the girl like the back of her hand. 

EZ nodded, “Can’t wait. You need anything?” He looked at his brother who was groggily getting out of the car.

“Nah, we’re fine.” He looked at Lara. “You wanna crash at the clubhouse?” He tilted his head at the club. 

“Actually, if you’re up for it, maybe we could take a ride.” She said looking directly at Angel. They were standing at two opposite sides of the car, staring at each other. 

“I’ll let you guys be,” EZ smirked and disappeared in the lot towards his trailer with Frankie. 

Angel wanted to argue it but he could see from the girl’s eyes she needed something so he agreed. 

“I can drive, I’m sober now. I didn’t drink much at the club, only like 2 beers and I slept it off in the car.” He explained. 

The next words out of Lara’s mouth shocked her, “Let’s take the bike.” 

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Contaminated (11/?)

Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa 

A/N: Did I put Guy’s Grocery Games callout in this fic because I’ve been binge watching season by season for the past week? yes. and i’d do it again lol. 

For a refresh, all the chapter links are in the below link!

Chapter Index 

TW: 18+, mentions of sex, murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. 

Word Count: 3.6k 

 Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00 @drabbles-mc @lilac-tea-time (it’s been a while since I’ve posted this, if I’ve forgot to add you to the taglist or you’d like to be tagged just let me know!)

Lara rolled over and groaned. The sun wasn’t exactly up yet but the orange and yellow tones were starting to peek through the window causing her to stir awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she didn’t recognize where she was. Her heart dropped and she quickly made notice of her surroundings. The minute she saw Angel to her right, she felt a breath of relief escape her mouth before letting reality set in. 

Of course, she ended up at Angel’s house. Her next move was to notice he didn’t have a shirt on and she was miraculously missing her other clothes too. Her eyes shut, the sigh she was letting out was in defeat. There was nothing she could do about any of this now, except settle her mind on the fact that she slept with Angel. Again. 

Luckily, Angel was a deep sleeper. This allowed Lara to grab what she could around her to get dressed and get out without having to deal with, well, Angel and everything this situation entailed. She didn’t pay mind to what she was putting on, she just needed to cover up so she could get to her car and get home.

Lara had successfully maneuvered her way out of the house and into her car but when she was met with a picture of her and her best friend in the sun visor, thats when more of reality hit her. 

“Frankie. Fuck.” She thought to herself as she checked the clock in her car. 7:29AM. 

Her eyes looked down to notice she was wearing Angel’s tank top. A deep sigh escaped from her mouth. If Frankie was home, she would have known immediately what happened. If not for leaving with Angel and coming back home in the morning, but what would seal the deal was the fact Lara was wearing his shirt. She banged her head against the headrest of her car a couple times before she came to a realization. Frankie had stayed at EZ’s, there was a really good chance she wasn’t home yet, and Lara would take those odds. With that, she quickly sped through the early morning light traffic that Santo Padre had to get home. 

Now, Frankie finding out wouldn’t have been the end of the world. It was her best friend, and if anything, she was dating EZ, she’d get it. But that was the thing, Frankie and EZ knew what they were doing, they had mutually agreed to being a couple. All Angel and Lara had mutually agreed on was sex, and even that was strictly consent based, there had been no conversation about labels, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, none of that. If anything, Lara expected things to go back to how they were years ago when they first had sex. Angel ignoring her and Lara making life hell for him. It was the only logical explanation, plus history tended to repeat itself, right? 

There’s a saying that when you leave it to chance, all of the sudden you don’t have any luck left. Well, in this case, that was a lie. Lara pulled up to her house and quietly tip toed her way through. As she trekked down the hallway, she glanced into Frankie’s room since the door was open. Empty. She hadn’t been home. Her head dropped back as she smiled and then made her way to her room. 

After a quick shower and a short lived nap, Lara was being woken up by the ringing of her cellphone on her nightstand. 

She let out a grumble instead of a pleasantry for whoever was on the line. 

“Come to the clubhouse in about an hour. We need to talk.” Bishop’s voice said not even bothering to comment on her grumpiness.

Who needed alarm clocks or roosters when the eerie call of your father who sounded just about ready to kill someone did just the same thing. 

Lara shot up out of bed, “El que?” The shock had been so real that she flipped to Spanish like it had been her first language. 

“10:30. The Club. It’ll just be for a few minutes.” Bishop said still with the same firmness in his tone. He didn’t give her a chance to respond, just hung up leaving Lara in bed, hungover, half asleep, wondering what what going on. 

Her head began to fill with thoughts as she drove down to the clubhouse. Had her Dad solved the issue? Had he dug himself deeper? Had he dug the club deeper? Had he fucked up? Was he sending her away for good? The thoughts weren’t going to stop, she thought by stopping for coffee, it would give her something to enjoy but the caffeine just made her spiral more, until she started to drive down the dirt road towards the club. 

That was the funny thing about getting behind that metal fence, it ironically felt safe. It felt quiet. It felt calm. There was a peace to knowing that all of the people here would have her back, not just because she was the El Presidente’s daughter but because they all did genuinely care about her. 

The yard was packed, there had to be 2 times the amount of bikes there. For the first time, Lara hadn’t recognized half of them, but she did recognize one of them. 

Tio Marcus. Curses flooded her brain as her thoughts went back to being extremely negative. Lara now stood in front of the club, staring at all the bikes. The feeling of safety was still there but it was being pushed to the back burner. Nervousness, anxiety, pressure, and the most prominent, scared. All words she’d use to describe her thoughts right now. She would give anything to go back to last night, where nothing mattered. But instead, she was here, while reality started to hit her like a brick. 

“Lara!” A voice said from behind her causing her to jump and get startled. 

“Sorry,” EZ grinned getting a bit of enjoyment out of startling her. 

“Yea, the sympathy is dripping off you.” Lara rested her hand on her chest to catch her breath. “How’s Frankie doing?” 

EZ’s grinned stayed plastered on his face, “back asleep, I gave her Tylenol, a granola bar, and a gallon of water to keep her hydrated while I’m on prospect duties,” he explained, “planning to bring her lunch later.” 

Lara nodded as he talked. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here so early,” EZ added as they stood in front of the clubhouse. 

“Came to talk to Bish.” She pointed inside. 

With a nod, EZ began walking towards the building, Lara in tow, “They’re in templo.” he informed her. 

Lara froze for a minute. “All of them?” She pointed towards the bikes, “do you know why they’re all here? What’s going on?” Lara was starting to spiral. 

EZ turned to face her and pointed at the prospect patch on his kutte, “Your guess is as good as mine.” And with that he entered the club. 

That was a lie. Lara’s guess was most definitely way better than EZ’s, but she also didn’t want to believe it. With a deep breath, she followed behind EZ and just as she entered the club, templo was over and the large amount of Mayans were exiting the room. None of them looked twice at the girl, or even once for that matter, not even the ones that she had known. It made her think that maybe whatever this was about had nothing to do with her, it was just some larger club business, which Lara would gladly accept. She was turning now towards the templo doors that were still open, sneaking a peak to see that the head patch members were still in there. She managed to get a glimpse of Bishop and Marcus before the doors closed again. 

Lara didn’t have enough time to sigh because in the next second Angel was in front of her. 

“Sup?” 

Lara was frowning, there was so much going on in her head at this moment, everything with the Calaveras and Bishop and now Angel, who was standing in front of her, neutral faced, talking to her like nothing happened. 

“Sup?” She repeated his question. While she was really questioning it, Angel took it as she was genuinely asking. 

“You left your shirt at my house,” he smirked. 

It was said at a whisper which made Lara smirk but she was still a bit confused. 

“Maybe you can come by later and pick it up,” he shrugged trying to keep a cool composure. 

Lara was honestly shocked, she hadn’t expected Angel to give her the time of day and here he was trying to get her to come over again. It was better than the last time, and honestly, she was on board, so she went with it. 

“I took yours by mistake this morning.” 

“Yea, mistake.” Angel nodded. 

“Hungover, half asleep, you know, wasn't paying much attention.” Lara smirked. 

“Right, totally makes sense.” Angel nodded. 

“I mean, if you want I can stop by tonight, pick mine up, drop yours off.” Lara continued. 

“That works,” Angel faked like he was thinking pretty hard. 

“See you tonight, then.” Lara turned as she saw the templo doors open.

She didn’t have a moment to process what really happened, she was already focused on the main reason she was here. 

Marcus had walked by her, offering nothing but a nod, but Lara could tell there was something off with the way he looked at her, he normally would stop and chat, but this time he was leaving before she could even wave. Her eyes moved towards the next few people that passed by, president patches from the other clubs, offering her no glance or acknowledgement. Finally, Bishop walked out and they made eye contact. 

There was so much tension between them. Lara felt it. Bishop felt it. 

“Come on, let’s go outside.” He said and before Lara could argue he was already halfway out the door. 

They stood against the railing of the porch, watching Marcus get on his bike and leave. Once he was gone, Bishop spoke up. 

“If you get any notes, any calls, any in person run ins, any fuckin’ morse code messages for all I care, you tell me immediately. You don’t wait till you see me, you call me immediately. I don’t care if you think it’s not from them, I want to know. I want you home by 10, everyday, if you’re working, me or one of the guys will follow you home. No more going out to God knows where with God knows who.” Bishop was firm in his words. 

Lara opened her mouth to argue. 

“I’m not done.” Bishop didn’t even look at her. “If there’s so much as a fuckin post it note on your car, I’m putting someone on you 24/7. I’m not going to lose you over this.” His eyes were still staring straight off. 

The urge to argue was gone. Lara knew there was no version of this conversation where she’d end up winning or getting anything that she wanted out of this. So she decided to go the route where she metaphorically punched him in the gut. After a long pause and a deep breath, Lara spoke up. 

“You lost me a long time ago, Bishop.” She began to take a couple steps down the stairs. “Don’t worry, if one of the Calaveras sends pigeon mail to me you’ll be the first to know.” She called out now that she was further away. 

Bishop stood there, ruminating on her first words. You lost me a long time ago. Bishop. Bishop. She used his first name. Which wasn’t uncommon; she had used his name before, especially when talking to other people, but this was different. He heard the sting behind her tone, he felt it. But regardless his number one concern was her safety. And that’s what he was doing. That’s what he was always doing. Whether he was doing it right or not. 

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Before Lara knew it, it was night time. She briefly checked in with Frankie earlier in the day and she was spending another night at EZ’s. There were pros and cons to that. For one, it meant that she had no one to talk to about what happened. This wasn’t something she wanted to explain over text, but she also needed to explain the audacity of Bishop, and maybe get a dose of reality from Frankie but either way she just needed that support. On the other side, it meant that EZ and Frankie would be occupied tonight, which made sneaking to Angel’s, well, less sneaky. 

Which is what brought her where she currently was. Sitting in front of Angel’s house. It was a little intimidating if she was being honest with herself. They had a history, and she wasn’t sure if she fully trusted him yet. But there was something there. There always was. It was also different this time around, for a multiple of reasons. She felt more vulnerable, which was likely because of everything happening with The Calaveras and Bishop and yet the butterflies were on level 10. 

Lara knew if she sat there any longer, she’d psych herself out. So she grabbed his shirt which was in the passenger seat and made her way to his front door and knocked. 

Angel opened the door and it was one of the first times she saw him (outside of their intimate interactions), without a kutte on since their first time meeting. She was taken aback a bit which is why she paused after his greeting but quickly recovered. 

“Your shirt.” She lifted up the tank and kept eye contact with him. 

“Right. My shirt.” He smiled and opened the door more and nodded to invite her in. 

She stepped inside, even though she was there in the morning, there wasn’t really much time to look around and take in his place like she could now. It looked like a frat boy’s house. Random flags and signage, old black leather furniture, a mini fridge even though the kitchen was not too far. It was very, Angel which gave her a bit of a giggle. 

“Nice place.” Lara was still looking around. 

Their conversation hadn’t gone past 4 words a piece, yet. 

“Ain’t much, but it’s home.” Angel shrugged, moving to the mini fridge and grabbing beers for the both of them. 

Okay 5 words. They were getting somewhere. 

Angel approached Lara with the beers, startling her a bit. “Oh, no, I’m not drinking tonight.” She shook her head and pushed the beer away a bit. 

Angel’s eyebrows raised in shock, he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard Lara Losa turn down a drink before. He wasn’t going to push her, though. He nodded and went into the kitchen and grabbed two waters. 

“You don’t have to not drink just because I’m not.” Lara grabbed the water from him. 

“Nah, it’s cool. I still feel like I’m fighting a hangover anyways.” Angel shrugged and plopped down on the couch. Lara nodded and stood awkwardly still looking around his house. 

“You can sit down, you know.” Angel tilted his head next to him. 

Lara hesitated before she moved to sit next to him, letting her mind go a mile a minute before pushing every thought to the back of her mind and sitting down on the couch to his left. 

“It doesn’t have to be awkward.” Angel said as he turned the TV on to have some background noise. “I had a good time with you last night, even before we came back here.” Angel boldly said. 

The girl wasn’t expecting that from Angel, and he definitely wasn’t either, which is why he started to back pedal. “But whatever you wanna do, you know. We can act like nothing happened, go back to how things were, you know.” 

“Is that what you want?” Lara turned to face him even though he was nervously staring at the TV, “to go back to how things were between us?” 

Angel should have thought before he spoke, but that rarely ever happened so he just blurted out something. “Whatever you wanna do, you know?” He shrugged like they were talking about traffic or the weather not the situation between the two of them. 

Lara in that moment felt her confidence overtake her. She saw through Angel’s charades and knew that the power was in her hands, it was up to her, and that made Lara thrive. 

“I think the sex is too good to go back to how things were” Lara smiled. 

Angel’s head snapped to her, stunned at her words but managed to let a smile build on his face. 

Lara’s nostrils flared as she tried to hold back her laugh as they stared at each other before they both let a belly cackle out. 

“So what are we watching?” Lara got comfortable on the couch, the two of them weren’t touching yet, but it was progress from when she first got there. 

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It had been 4 hours since Lara first arrived, she was currently sprawled out on the couch, her shoes off, swimming in one of Angel’s hoodies, and cuddled up next to the man. 

“I can’t believe we’ve been watching Guy’s Grocery Games for the past 4 hours.” Lara said as she checked her phone, 9:27PM and a notification from Bishop. 

9:26PM Bishop Losa: Home. 10PM. Don’t forget. 

“I mean, it’s the superstar challenge, we gotta see it through,” Angel said as he innocently looked down seeing the message on her phone but quickly looking away. 

“Wish we could but, I gotta get out of here. Plus this is the last episode on for the rest of the night,” Lara leaned over to the coffee table and grabbed the remote and pressed the button that allowed the tv guide to pop up. “See, Kitchen Nightmares is on next.” Her body fell back into his. 

“Man, I fuckin’ hate that show.” Angel said, wrapping his arm around the girl effortlessly as her head rested on his chest. “Makes me never want to go to a fuckin’ restaurant ever again.” He shivered. 

“You easily have 4 different kinds of takeout in your fridge as we speak, Angel. That’s never happening.” She went to stand up. 

“You leavin’ already?” Angel changed the subject. 

“Yea, gotta get home.” Lara said leaving the rest to be interpreted, but Angel wasn’t going to let her go that quickly. 

“Bishop got you on a time clock?” He frowned, he didn’t get up or even change his position on the couch. 

“You shoulder surfing?” Lara frowned realizing he had read her text. 

“Didn’t mean to,” he adjusted his posture and was now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“What do you know?” Lara asked, sitting on the wooden table so the two were eye to eye. 

This was the million dollar question, what did he know. What was she going to share. Were they going to trust each other. 

The answer was yes, but also no. 

“I know Bishop’s got some personal shit going on that he brought to the table.” Angel started, trying to tiptoe around the templo meeting this morning. 

“Bishop?” Lara frowned and nodded. “Sure let’s go with that.” Lara wanted to leave it at that, but she couldn’t. “I get that what happens in templo is sacred, blood brothers, secret spit handshakes and all that shit, but I know Bishop said my name at that table this morning. What do you know?” 

Angel thought about it, this was the first time they were hanging out as whatever they were and he was already seeing the consequences of messing with the club president’s daughter. 

“You know I can’t tell you about templo, but I can tell you that Bishop is serious about keeping you safe.” 

Lara nodded, “So you know that I have to be home by 10.” 

“I didn’t know that, but it makes sense. I know there’s some shit that went down with The Calaveras and I know that the day I saw you at the main square you were having issues with someone wearing a Calaveras rocker.” Angel shared, hoping that would be enough. He knew a little more, but there was a line he had to tow when it came to this. 

“So observant.” Lara sarcastically joked. 

“What happened?” Angel asked, now flipping the interrogation onto the girl. 

“I used to date one of the guys from The Calaveras, bad breakup, they’re taking it out on Bishop.” Lara told a partial truth. 

Angel didn’t push for more, he just stood and stuck his hand out to the girl who stared at it for a minute before taking it in her own. 

“Well, I guess we better get you home before the clock strikes midnight, Cinderella.” 

“10, and I think I’m more of a Mulan.” Lara said with her hand wrapped in Angel’s who looked at her a bit confused. 

“Disobeying my father, but still fighting for his honor, you know.” Lara grinned. 

Angel took the bait that Lara probably didn’t even realize she left. “Well if you’re disobeying, you might want to go to my bedroom.” Her eyes went wide in shock not expecting Angel to be so bold. “To get your clothes, from this morning.” He smiled even harder knowing he had made the girl blush with her assumption. 

“Right, my clothes.” Her head moved up and down as she stepped away from the tall man and inched her way to his bedroom. “You know I think I might need your help to find them.” She turned to him with a fake confused look on her face. 

“Well, you know me, I’m a helper.” Angel’s shoulders shrugged and followed her through the house. 

“I sure do.” Lara laughed as their hands intertwined and they disappeared into the room.

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Contaminated Chapter Index

!Dad Bishop Losa & OC Lara Losa Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa Ezekiel Reyes x OC Frankie Loza

Summary: Lara Losa was back and living in the town that she swore she’d leave, the town she swore was cursed. It was only supposed to be temporary, she was just going to stay until her father had gotten back on his feet, but that never truly happened. So here she was, back in Santo Padre, where everywhere she looked was a memory ready to haunt her, and new memories ready to be made. 

Chapter 1, Prologue, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, more chapters coming soon.

Characters: Lara Losa, Frankie Loza

The Contaminated Playlist

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Contaminated (9/?)

Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa  EZ Reyes x OC Frankie Loza 

A/N: Hi....how y’all doing? Okay. I know. It’s been a minute. Life has been crazy and then I got hit with inspo for some other stories I’ve been working on. BUT we’re back, baby! Lara still lives rent free in my head and please believe me when I tell you I got plans for this girl. Thanks so much for being understanding and patient. Enjoy this update! 

Chapter Index TW: 18+, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. ANGST. We are getting VERY angsty. 

Word Count: 2k words Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00 

Meet me at the house. We need to talk. Now. 

The message was brief, it was to the point and she could hear Bishop’s frustration behind every one of the typed words. She stared at it for a while before offering up a simple reply...

okay. 

After that, Lara took a couple minutes to sit at the edge of her bed and just contemplate what had happened the night before. Waking up this morning, she had hoped everything had been a dream, even down to her encounter with the Calaveras, but as she continued to sit on the edge of her bed the more she realized she couldn’t hide from the reality of things anymore. 

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“You haven’t looked that happy in fuckin’ years!!!” Lara yelled at Bishop from across the kitchen. 

To say their conversation wasn’t going well was probably an understatement. The irritation was felt from both sides immediately when Lara showed up at his house, even despite her bearing apology gifts of coffee and breakfast.  

“Don’t raise your fuckin’ voice at me.” Bishop barked back with a tone just as raised. 

They had been arguing from the moment they stepped into each other's presence. The things said were a build up of years of tension, years of unspoken emotions and thoughts all bottled into this breaking point. 

“Real swell, comin’ from you, pops,” the girl didn’t hesitate to match his attitude back. 

‘When Sophie called me to tell me you got attacked in the fuckin’ street–”

“What?” Lara frowned at the realization that she freaked out on Angel for no reason. 

“Sophie called me and told me what happened, she must’ve seen it from her shop, I just– when did we start keeping secrets like that?” Bishop questions. 

“When did we start keeping secrets?” Lara repeated with shock and laughter in her voice. Her eyebrows raised and her head began to shake as the next statement readied up in her mind. “Like father, like daughter, I guess.” She felt completely shocked at the man’s words; she wasn’t holding anything back. 

Bishop choked a laugh out as he shook his head, bringing his hand up to his mouth to rub his chin in thought. He turned around and threw open a drawer and pulled out a note and slammed it on the table. He pointed at it while his hand shook. 

“Alright here, no secrets, go ahead, read it,” he nodded towards it. 

Lara grabbed it aggressively and flattened out the piece of paper, still keeping her eyes on Bishop for more of an answer about what it is he was giving her. 

“It’s the mail Chucky gave you, to give me, the other day.” 

Her eyes moved down to the note, the handwriting was vicious looking and there wasn’t much to read in the first place. 

“This isn’t a fuckin’ game. Your family problem just became a club problem...heads are about to roll. And if this isn’t clear enough, we’re coming for you. Ojo por ojo, sangre por sangre.” 

“This?” Lara scoffed. “What pussies, it’s a fucking letter.” The paper was thrown back on the table, along with the weight of its words. 

“Yea, they’re built fuckin’ different Lara, they’re crazy,” he took a breath and was going to bite back his next words but let them roll off his tongue no issue. “You out of everyone should know that, you dated and killed one.”

The way the mention of murder was so casual, so lighthearted, hurt Lara more than she cared to admit. But being a Losa through and through she just buried that emotion and spewed out more attitude. 

“Fuck you,” She let those words fall out of her mouth just as easy as Bishop’s previous ones. 

“Don’t disrespect me like that in my own home, I fuckin’ helped you, after not hearing from you for months, I showed up, no questions asked!” Bishop yelled. 

“Congratulations for acting like a father!!! Do you want a cookie? Maybe a bottle of whiskey seems more fitting. Yay! Bishop Losa finally stepped up as a father, everyone!!” Lara yelled louder. 

Bishop stood frozen at the girl’s words. 

“I was happy when you decided to stay, despite my dreaded fuckin thoughts of what could happen. I wanted to get to know you, help you..,” Bishop started to finish his sentence but Lara didn’t let him get another word in. 

“Get to know me? You’ve kept me at arms length since day 1.” 

“To help you!!” Bishop snapped. 

“Okay fine, you wanna get to know me? I’m fucking contaminated. I can’t be helped. I guess I get that from you, the good ol’ Losa way, stuck in this contaminated fuckin’ cursed town letting it suck the life out of you. I thought I could get you to change, I really did,” Lara scoffed again. The tears were pouring from her face now but her voice was steady. “But I was wrong, you can’t change. Aiden died and took every last redeeming bit of you with him. Lucky for you, when I go, there will be nothing left of you to lose out on. You can put all your focus on the club.” 

“Lara..” Bishop’s voice was soft as he reached out for her. 

“Don’t. I’ll do whatever you need me to do regarding this fucking shit since I’m the one that brought you into this, but once you’re done, we’re done.” 

“Lara..” Bishop said again, reaching for her as she stormed to the door. 

She stopped after she propped the door open, her hand resting on it as she stared at the picture hanging on the wall. “You know, I think you forget that I lost him too,” her eyes bounced to him for a second but she knew if she let herself stare at him a second longer she’d lose it. And with no time at all she took the step that would define their relationship moving forward and left, slamming the door behind her. 

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Lara got in her car and sobbed, she drove and sobbed letting her muscle memory take her down the different streets. And like that she was pulling into the clubhouse. She laughed at the irony of it all, having nowhere else to really escape to in this town. She could’ve gone home, but she wasn’t looking to sit in her emotion right now, she wanted to forget everything. Fill the void. 

Lara parked her car, and practically body slammed herself into the clubhouse doors. Her eyes wandered around the room, thinking of what her next move was going to be. Her eyes fell on Angel, talking to one of the club hang arounds. She didn’t even care, she walked up to him with no warning. 

“Let’s go somewhere,” she said, interrupting their conversation. 

Angel made a face, looking at Lara and then back to the woman he was originally talking to. He nodded at her to excuse her from the conversation and Lara took her spot at the corner of the bar they stood at. Angel looked down at the girl, frustrated at her randomly showing up. But once he saw her face, the blood shot eyes, red cheeks, and completely distraught presence, he frowned. 

“You smokin’ that shit??” he questioned her. 

“Let’s just go somewhere, we’ll drink and just party or something I don’t know,” Lara shook her head trying to come up with something. 

“What the fuck, Lara?” Angel said still pissed, “last night you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself and now you’re here trying to go on a fuckin’ bender with me?” 

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t tell Bishop, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you like that, I just– it’s– I’m sorry.” Lara was getting caught up on her words. 

“You’re really fuckin’ losing it. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize,” Angel laughed. 

Lara chuckled, “So you in? Let’s just get out of here.”

Angel looked down at her for a few minutes before answering. “Alright, we’ll take my bike.” 

“Not the bike,” Lara practically threw up the words. 

Angel rolled his eyes, “so what other rules do you have for this spontaneous bender of yours?” he asked. 

“Spontaneous bender, huh?” EZ appeared from behind the bar placing a large cardboard box down. 

“Yup, Angel’s taking my car and we’re leaving Santo Padre in the rear view mirror,” Lara turned to lean on the bar facing EZ. 

“Oh, I’m taking your car?” Angel raised his eyebrows. 

“I’ll come with, I could use a break from staring at this fuckin’ clubhouse for a bit,” EZ wiped his hands on his pants and moved around the bar. 

“Fantastic, let’s go,” Lara threw her keys to Angel who was the closest to the door. 

“Go where?” Frankie said as she entered the clubhouse with Coco behind her. 

“Roadtrip motherfuckerssssss,” Angel dangled the keys in Frankie and Coco’s face. 

EZ walked by and quickly placed a kiss on Frankie’s lips to say hello to her before grabbing the keys from Angel. 

“I’ve served you at least 5 beers already, and I’ve had...let me think...none, so I’ll be driving,” EZ said looking back over at Frankie nodding his head towards the door for her to follow him out. 

“I’ll be there in a minute, you guys go, we’ll meet you out there,” Frankie’s eyes moved over to her best friend who was rummaging through the bar now throwing bottles of alcohol and beer into a box. 

“You good?” Frankie asked as she watched the girl. 

“Not at all, but I don’t want to talk about it and not sure when or if I will, so for now I will be drinking and attempting to have a good time for one night,” she paused and looked up at her friend who was taking in everything the girl said. 

“Don’t forget the tequila,” Frankie said, leaning over and grabbing the bottle and placing it in the box. 

The both of them walked outside, box of booze in hand and a full 12 hours of insanity and fun ahead of them. 

“You’re comin’ with?” Frankie asked Coco, who was getting in the back seat of Lara’s car. 

“Ain’t got nothin’ better to do so figured being fifth fuckin’ wheel was the way to go,” Coco said which earned a smile from EZ and Frankie. 

“Shotgun!” Angel called out as he finished smoking his cigarette. He was staring at the back of Lara’s car at the bumper sticker plastered right on the trunk. 

Frankie stuck up her middle finger as she entered the passenger side, making EZ chuckle as he got in the driver's seat. 

“Looks like you’re sittin’ next to me,” Lara raised her brows. 

Angel sarcastically smiled as he threw the bud to the ground. He grabbed the box of alcohol from Lara for her and they both headed towards the car. 

“What’s with the fuckin’ ‘cute but psycho’ bumper sticker?” Angel asked as he placed the box in the car. Lara snuck in between him and the trunk and grabbed a couple bottles to keep on her. 

“It’s true,” she shrugged, and made her way to the car. 

Angel rolled his eyes and made his way to the last empty seat. 

“Could you at least move your seat up, I got long legs,” he peaked over the car seat, looking at Frankie who moved the seat up barely two inches. 

“Well, jeez, thanks,” Angel said resituating. 

“So where to?” EZ said, looking in the rearview mirror at Lara, waiting on her direction. 

“Far from here,” was the only response she could think of and that was followed by a large gulp of the tequila bottle before passing it off to Frankie and opening one of the beers she grabbed from her collection. 

“Slow down there, we got the whole night ahead of us,” Angel furrowed his brow. 

“If you fuckin’ yak on me at any point of tonight, I swear to fuckin’ God,” Coco said opening the window so the smell of alcohol wouldn’t stay trapped inside the vehicle. 

And with that, they were off, with no destination in mind, just the five of them, open road, and a box of booze.

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Contaminated (1/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

A/N: HUGE shoutout to @drabbles-mc for just being the absolute BEST. For inspiring me, talking through this fic with me pretty much everyday and supporting me to post this. Literally the other half of my brain and I couldn’t have written any of this story without youuuu. To say I’m nervous is an understatement lol, this is my first time ever posting my writing publicly so please feel free to share your thoughts and feedback, it’s greatly appreciated!! First few chapters will be very Bishop x Lara focused but I promise we’ll get some classic and typical Angel soon.

Chapter Index

TW: Mentions of blood, death, murder, abusive relationship, just a whole lot of trauma.

Word Count: 1.7k

The frame sat perfectly in his hands as he stared down at it, running his thumb over the two faces in the picture. The kitchen table he sat at was empty except for the arms that leaned against it and the fresh bottle of whiskey that was yet to be opened, but in another 10 minutes it would be well on it’s way to being consumed. 

Bishop wasn’t much of a sulker, but this specific time of the year was guaranteed to bring out the worst in him. He felt like he lost two kids in one moment along with anything else that held any importance to him. The photograph of his two kids, one sitting on the shoulders of the other, was his most prized possession, and this man had top of the line motorcycles, guns, and a house, but each of the latter meant nothing without those kids. 

It had been two years since everything changed, and with how things were going with the club, Bishop felt like he had been losing grip on reality for a while now. Hence, the late night brood session with Jack Daniels. Just as he reached for the bottle to begin his night of self pity, his phone began to buzz. A sigh escaped his throat, frustration filled his mind,  figuring someone from the club needed something, and that something was probably saving from something exceptionally stupid, considering the hour of the night it was.

His entire body froze as the name lit up the phone screen. He felt his heart practically drop to his gut seeing the same picture that he was staring at was now on the phone screen as the name Lalo Barrera Losa moved across the screen. After that initial shock there was no hesitation, he answered the phone immediately. 

“Lara?” The man used her full first name to answer. 

The sobs came immediately through the speaker and Bishop pushed the seat he was in at the kitchen table out, as if that was going to get him answers faster. The sound of his first born child in hysterics made worry and anger flood his emotions. 

“Lara what’s wrong?” He asked with a stern voice as he stood up, trying to process what was going on which was hard to do as the girl cried into the phone until she finally took a breath and was able to speak up. 

“I’m physically ok. I– I– I just really need you. I need your help. I–“ 

“Don’t.” Bishop cut her off in an instant. “Don’t say anything more.” Bishop thought quickly. Whether or not his worst thoughts were the truth he didn’t want to continue the conversation on an active phone line to find out. 

“Are you still living in the house you moved into in San Francisco?” He asked calmly as he was already up grabbing his bike keys. 

“N—no.” She stuttered nervously, so many thoughts running through her brain. 

“Okay. That’s okay.” Bishop’s voice was calm, he spoke with a neutral tone to relax the girl. “Can you text me where you are at this number? 578-4576.” He gave the burner number to the girl. “And if you have a burner phone around that’s the best option.” 

Bishop hoped– practically prayed, that the girl had one lying around. It was something he had always said to her when he entered the outlaw life, because of situations like this. 

“Yea, a-actually I do.” The girl's voice was more clear as she calmed down. 

Bishop covered the phone with his hand as he let a sigh of relief out. He didn’t know what was happening but knowing it wasn’t going to be traceable was one less thing for him to worry about. 

“Okay, text me from that phone.” 

A ping came from the kitchen drawer and Bishop pulled out the flip phone he kept to see where she was. 

              (1) New Message from 857-3568:                    43 Hill Street, Lodi California.

“I’ll be there in no more than 6 hours.” He over-promised his arrival knowing the drive was a lot longer than that but if he broke speed limit laws he knew it was achievable. 

Just as he was about to hang up, Lara spoke up. 

“Dad.” 

She said the name the man hadn’t heard in a long time and he immediately wished he was there just to hug the broken girl. 

“Thank you.” She sniffled through more tears. 

“What I’m here for, Lalo. I’ll see you soon.” And with that he was on the highway racing towards whatever mess his daughter had gotten into.  _________________

Bishop didn’t bother knocking, all the lights were off and he just body slammed the door open. Immediately he called out for Lara so he didn’t startle her wherever she was in the house. There was no response which worried him. He made his way through the unfamiliar house, searching behind doors and closets until he made his way into the kitchen where he found his daughter on the ground curled up against a wall with her knees to her chest, shaking. 

She was covered in blood, which was obvious even with the lights off, he slowly moved his flashlight on her and called to her softly, purposely using her nickname to create a safe, familiar feeling. 

“Lalo.”  

As the light shined on her body, it was easy to see the bruises all over her - old and new. Her eye was purple, which meant it was well in the stage of healing and her skin was irritated and had strong hand prints on them. Rage filled Bishop. He was about to go looking for the person who did this until he followed the blood trail, hoping it wasn’t from his daughter, but not expecting what he found. 

There was a lifeless body on the ground in the pool of blood. And that’s when he saw it, the kutte that sat on the dead body. The three skulls on the back rocker were stained with dirt, showing that the man hadn’t been a new member and had seen a fair share of MC life. The Calaveras top rocker was staring Bishop in the face as he processed everything. 

“Fuck.” he thought to himself. This was a lot messier than expected.

“Do you need medical attention?” he spoke up still staring at the dead body before shifting his gaze over to his first born child. She shook her head and just stayed hugging her legs. 

Bishop nodded and kept looking around at the scene in front of him, trying to figure out his best next steps. It wasn’t the first time he was in a situation like this, but not with his daughter. His next actions had to be the best for her, not him, not the club, for her. But if he could find a way to at least choose a path that was the best for Lara and semi-decent for the club, he wouldn’t have been opposed. 

“Is this your house?” Bishop asked and the girl shook her head again. 

“Lara, sweetheart, I need you to speak actual words.” He bent down in front of her now. “I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay.” His hand reached out and she looked down at it and rested her hand on his. 

“Is your name in any way associated with this house?” He asked again in a different way. “On any bills, any mail, anything.” 

He figured more detail, the better the girl could wrap her head around what he truly was trying to understand.

“No. It’s all Jess’.”  Lara used the kid’s nickname which made Bishop want to kill the man all over again but he just acknowledged her with a nod. 

“You have anything of yours here? Your fingerprints are all over here aren’t they?” 

“I honestly only have my backpack.” she pointed to her worn out bag that sat on top of the kitchen table. “He just moved here not that long ago, this was my first time here.” 

A wave of alleviation filled Bishop hearing those words. This would be easy to handle. 

Bishop stood up to go grab the girl's bag and as he did footsteps sounded through the house. He went to his waistband to pull out his gun but stopped when he saw Hank, his right hand, enter into the kitchen. Hank looked down at the scene in front of him and then at the girl and back to Bishop. 

Lara’s eyes went wide, she recognized the man who was like an uncle to her, but it had been a while since they last saw each other and this wasn’t exactly the family reunion she envisioned in her head.

“I called him on my way up, it’s okay.” Bishop looked over his shoulder at Lara before turning back to Hank. 

“Can you get her out of here, get her to a hotel or something, I don’t fucking know, she just needs to be anywhere but here.” He whispered to the man as he handed him the backpack.

“Frankie’s place isn’t too far from here, maybe like 40 minutes? I’ll drop her off there and come back.” Hank offered. 

“Perfect.” Bishop nodded and turned back around to squat in front of the girl. 

“Hank’s gonna take you to Frankie’s house. I’ll meet you there a bit and take you home.” 

“What about–” Lara stopped speaking and let her gaze trail off as she looked at the body. 

“I’m going to take care of it.” Bishop moved his hand to cup her face, bringing her head close to him not only to kiss the top of her head but to get her to stop staring at the body. “Come on.” 

He helped her up off the ground and he walked her over to the front door. She offered a weak smile to Hank, who just smiled at her and politely gestured for her to lead the way. 

“And Lara,” Bishop called out in a normal tone. 

He wanted to tell her that he was going to need an explanation of what happened, of what had been going on with her, but he froze as she gazed into his eyes. She looked just like her mother, she looked just like him. 

“I love you.” He offered up another vulnerable statement in place of the one he wanted to say originally. 

“I love you too, Dad.” 

[garbinge]

Contaminated (8/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing) A/N: Okay so FINALLY have an update. Been a really tough week for me with some personal life stuff but finally got in the head space to finish this chapter up. First time writing smut so be patient with me lol! But I hope y’all enjoy this update on some of my fav characters, I have so much in store for them!!!  Chapter Index TW: 18+, SMUT, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. 

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The driveway of her rented house seemed exceptionally long as she sped walked to the front steps towards the porch. Lara refused Angel’s offer to follow her home but he did do her the courtesy of escorting her to her car. While she liked to play the calm and collected woman who wasn’t worried about what had just happened, she was terrified. On her second lap of circling the block to make sure she wasn’t followed she realized just how spooked she was. 

Her hands shook as they fumbled with the keys to get in the door and after a few failed attempts she finally got it open, quickly escaping to the opposite side of the door and locking it shut. Her eyes scanned over what she could see in the house and it seemed that everything was in place and normal and as she walked up the entryway stairs her eyes did the same. Her body jumped as Frankie exited her room and started to speak without warning. 

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” she practically skipped by Lara. The both of them were at completely different levels of emotions currently.  Lara stared at her almost in envy, wishing she could go back to the bliss she felt nearly an hour ago. 

“What’s your deal?” Frankie walked back by her now with a snack in hand. 

“They know,” the only words that escaped her mouth as she began to really process what happened. 

“Who knows?” Frankie questioned, still with her upbeat inflection unaware of what the girl meant. The instance was nearly 5 years ago, the girls had moved on, so much had happened, it almost could have been another lifetime.

“The Calaveras.” Lara kept to her two word statements. The adrenaline was gone, the realization was now sinking in. 

Frankie now froze, her emotion began sliding down the spectrum getting closer to where Lara was at now. 

“Ok, I need information,” Frankie was still level-headed enough to come up with a plan. 

Lara looked up at Frankie, tears in her eyes as she began shaking, not able to get a word out. Frankie understood and just grabbed the girl in an embrace. 

Silence. The girls held each other with no words, just the sound of the clock over the kitchen sink ticking back and forth almost mocking them as if a countdown had begun to shit hitting the fan.

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Eventually, the girls sat down on the couch and began to talk. Lara filled in Frankie on what happened, what the man said, what she said, how Angel showed up. 

“He’s going to tell Bishop,” Lara shook her head. 

“He won’t, but would it be so bad if he did?” Frankie frowned. “I mean Bishop knowing seems like our best bet right now.” 

“For sure, but there’s so much shit going on, I feel like I flipped his life upside down with this shit before and it was just beginning to settle,” Lara massaged her forehead, she knew she had to tell him, even though it was just going to push him further from her, but this was bordering on the line of life or death.  “Alright, I’ll go to the club tonight and tell him,” she said abruptly. 

Frankie looked at the girl as she ran through all the possibilities in her head, how to say it, what to say, what his reaction would be. 

“You wanna practice how you’re gonna tell him? I can be Bishop,” Frankie shrugged.

Lara looked at Frankie expecting her to be joking, something that would have eased the tension in this moment but she was staring back at her dead serious. 

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yea, Bishop’s going to freak you might as well be prepared.” 

“Thanks,” Lara’s lips turned straight as she smiled sarcastically. “Hey dad, remember that guy I killed? Well apparently what’s left of his club knows and their VP practically jumped me in the street.” Her voice was dripping in sarcasm. 

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!!!!” Frankie’s voice raised and came out octaves deeper than her normal voice. 

Lara jumped and her eyebrows creased as she regained her thoughts. 

“What the fuck was that?” Lara barked at her best friend. 

“Probably how Bishop is going to react,” Frankie answered her friend. 

“That’s just fantastic,” Lara was now standing up pacing in front of the coffee table that resided in their living room. 

“I mean, that’s the ideal scenario, right? You want some reaction out of him, if he gives you nothing…” Frankie paused as she thought of the best way to get out her thoughts. “I just mean a freakout reaction is better than shutting you out.” 

Lara took a minute to process what Frankie was saying and began nodding. “Yea, you’re right, I just don’t know what I’m going to do, like what’s my next move?” 

“That’s for Bishop to figure out, this isn’t just a you circumstance anymore, it’s a club call,” Frankie spoke the words Lara had yet put together truly. 

“It’s funny cause I told Angel it wasn’t” Lara laughed ironically. 

“So he just came up and intervened?” Frankie asked at the mention of the biker she knew Lara didn’t particularly like. 

“Yea I guess he was at his father’s shop or something. I don’t know, but it was nice,” Lara was back to pacing. 

“Wow,” Frankie leaned back and took a sip of her water bottle that she held in her hand as her eyebrows raised. 

“Wow, what?” Lara asked. 

“Didn’t realize you two had it in you to be nice to each other, that’s all,” Frankie shrugged. 

Lara froze again, wondering if it was worth telling her best friend about her and Angel’s night so long ago. Weighing the pros and cons in her head, it wasn’t that she wanted to keep anything from her but it was honestly that she wanted to erase the night from her brain, from existence even. But it was too late, what made Frankie, well, Frankie was her ability to read a room, it also made her great at psychology and almost impossible to keep a secret from her unless you simply just never thought about it around her. 

“What’s that face for?” Frankie was intrigued. 

“Nothing,” Lara shook her head but before she could quickly bring something else up, Frankie was pushing for information. 

“No, something is up, I know that look,” Frankie was leaning forward and pointing at Lara. 

Just as Lara was about to speak, her phone began to ring. A wave of relief came over her as she picked up the phone. 

“Hello?” she turned away leaving Frankie annoyed and quite literally at the edge of her seat. 

“I need you to do me the biggest favor,” EZ’s voice was frantic on the other line of the phone. 

“Are you sure you called the right number?” Lara answered. 

“Yes, Lara, I did. We’re having this like big thing at the club tonight, totally last minute and I’m swamped here and Bishop–you’re dad, he wants Dos Equis and we have none left here and I gotta go pick up the steaks from my Pops and–”

Lara cut EZ off. “You need me to pick up a case of Dos Equis so my dad doesn’t rip that prospect patch off. Say no more, I’ll do it and see you soon.” 

“Thanks Lara, I owe you,” Ez graciously answered. 

“I’m holding you to that,” Lara replied before hanging up the phone and turning to Frankie. 

“C’mon, your boy toy needs me to run some errands for the big club party tonight,” Lara was grabbing her bag to head out. 

“I think I’ll sit this one out, I’m still recovering from last night,” Frankie didn’t move off the couch, “and this doesn’t mean you don’t owe me an explanation for whatever you’re not telling me,” she pointed at Lara and squinted. 

“I promise, one day you’ll know every little detail about my life, Frankie,” the girl rolled her eyes with a chuckle. 

“Let me know when you get to the liquor store, and when you make it to the club…” the girl left her statement hanging for a minute, “cause you know,” she finished with a worried tone. 

“I’m gonna go to Top’s and pick it up, that way it’s familiar faces in a public setting that’s literally walking distance from the club if anything goes left,” Lara explained before heading towards the door. 

Frankie made one last comment before Lara was able to leave, “And be sure to tell Bishop, it’s the perfect scenario in all honesty, tell him you’re being stalked by the men with the creepy kuttes and before he gets mad show him the case of Dos Equis, soften the blow.” 

 “Yea, yea, love you, bye!” The Losa girl called out and made her way out of the house. 

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Lara walked into the clubhouse with the case of beer in her hand. The scene unfolding in front of her was unlike any of the recent parties she’s seen. There were tons of bodies flooding the clubhouse, the volume was 10x louder than it normally was, and then there was Bishop who was practically rolling on the ground with how hard he was laughing. He explained the story inbetween chuckles and after every punchline the group he was talking to exploded in laughter. 

It was the first time in years she’d seen her father this happy. The belly laugh he gave out as he pointed at Taza was something that felt comforting to the girl, this was the Bishop she grew up with, before the club took over, before Antonia and him had split, before Aiden had passed. Lara smiled for a minute as she took in the presence of her father but that didn’t last long. She remembered the news she had brought, but before she could think of what to do, her father had made eye contact with her. The smile plastered on his face grew from ear to ear and it was enough to discourage Lara from even thinking about mentioning her run in with The Calaveras earlier in the day. 

“Later, I’ll tell him later.” she thought to herself as she matched his smile as he approached her. 

“My girl!” he called out as he casually strutted up to the girl with his arms wide open and then brought them close together up to cup her face. “What brings you here?” he slurred his words a bit. 

“Definitely not telling him,” she thought again to herself as the slurred words left his mouth. 

“I come bringing gifts,” she lifted up the case of beer that was quickly taken out of her hands by EZ who ran over the minute his eyes glanced over. 

“Thank you,” he said before quickly disappearing back behind the bar with the case Lara brought.

“I guess we do got the prospect runnin’ bitch for everyone,” Bishop laughed as he threw his arm around his daughter bringing her to the table where the group of Mayans and Sons sat. 

“So much so that I’m now runnin’ bitch for the bitch,” she teased which made the group chuckle.

Before the conversation could continue, Bishop was interrupting the lull in conversation with another thought of his. 

“Guitar!” 

The one word escaped out of his mouth as he slammed his fist into the table causing Lara to jump. “I’m gonna get my guitar!” He was now pointing at Taza who was shaking his head with his hands up as if he was denying whatever Bishop wasn’t saying but was able to convey through his few worded comments. 

“Yes, yes!” Bishop laughed and with that, he was moving quickly through the clubhouse searching for what Lara assumed was his guitar. Bishop excusing himself caused a few of the men to follow him, while others moved to different parts of the clubhouse. Lara stood frozen, trying to take in everything, things were beginning to stack up in her head emotionally and she wasn’t exactly sure how to process all of it. The overwhelming feeling was building up and she could feel the tension practically welling up in her throat. 

“You alright?” the familiar voice said, causing Lara to snap out of her panic attack for a moment. 

“Huh?” she turned to where the voice was coming from. Angel stood tall, now looking down at her. 

“You good?” he repeated himself. 

“Yeah, just–” she stopped as her eyes wandered to Bishop who was now strumming one of the guitars that was previously mounted on the wall prior to being in his hand. 

Angel let out a chuckle, “yea, Bish did work today, settled some big shit for us not just as a charter but as a club,” he willingly gave out a little information, leaving the details to be imagined, but it was something. 

Lara looked at him confused for a moment and then her eyes softened, almost as if to say thank you. He looked back down, meeting her eyes with his. 

“What do you want, Angel?” Lara quickly let the friendly face fade. 

Angel didn’t speak for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. “Figured I’d check in on you,” he shrugged, breaking the eye contact. 

“I’m alright, don’t need a babysitter, or a knight in shining leather,” she rolled her eyes. 

Angel chuckled, “I know you don’t,” he was about to walk away when he turned on his heel, “honestly I just wanted to say sorry or whatever,” 

“Or whatever?” Lara’s left eyebrow raised at his half-ass apology. 

“Yea, you know for all that shit that went down with us years ago, it was stupid–I was stupid.” Angel’s hands tucked into his pocket. It was a big step for him to apologize but he figured it was the right thing to do. 

“Wow, wish I recorded that one,” Lara couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

“We cool?” Angel chuckled from her response. 

“Uh-huh,” Lara accepted the apology. 

“We friends?”  Angel added seeing how far he could get with the Losa woman. 

“Don’t push it,” Lara began to walk by him towards the bar while Angel nodded as a chuckle escaped from his mouth. 

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The night continued, the music was blaring, the drinks were flowing, the joints were being passed, and pool was being played and lost by the Losa’s. 

“Ay, you’re cheating!” Lara pushed Coco as he casually pushed one of the solid billiard balls with his hands towards one of the openings. 

Coco let out a belly laugh that was echoed by Lara’s, Bishop was now drunkenly pushing the stripe balls into the pockets to even out the score. 

“This” Bishop pointed to the shot he was about to take, “this is where we make our comeback!” he called out before taking his shot. As his cue stick scratched the table he collapsed over the table in defeat. 

“I thought you said this was our comeback, Dad,” Lara moved over to her father and rested her hand on his shoulder. 

“Looks like your dear old dad was wrong,” he brought himself back up to a vertical position and looked over at the girl. “I think we need more alcohol,” he nodded, answering his own statement. 

“Yea, you go nurse those wounds while I try to make that Losa comeback you mentioned,” she pushed him towards the bar. Lara then picked up the stick and took a moment to line up her eyesight with the ball, the air inhaled into her lungs through her nose as she concentrated and aimed, bringing the pool stick back and forth towards the white cue ball, she closed her eyes and held her breath, and just as she let the built up air escape through her mouth, her eyelids fluttered open and she made the angle shot, sinking the striped ball into the pocket effortlessly. A smile grew on her face as she stood back up and moved to chalk the stick. As she moved around the table with a grin, her eyes traveled and met someone that was almost waiting for her to look at him. 

Angel lifted his beer up towards her and mouthed over to her. 

“Nice shot.” 

He brought the beer to his lips and if Lara had been sober, she probably could’ve let the sensuality of his actions roll off her back with ease but as she stood there leaning on the wooden pool stick watching his moves she felt the alcohol working its magic on her, or maybe it was just the Reyes charm. Hell, it seemed to work on Frankie. Angel didn’t break his stare at the girl even after the beer bottle moved down back to its position in his grip at his side. As his eyes were still met by Lara’s he brought his tongue to his lips to clean off the beer that was left behind from his sip. 

For a moment, Lara wished she had that beer on her lips, or that Angel had a grip on her like he did on that beer bottle. It was almost like he could read her mind because he let out a small exult and shook his head. Lara copied the man and let a small smirk grow on her face. 

“Don’t smile yet, we’re still losing,” Bishop was back and handed her a shot of some clear liquor. “For good luck,” he lifted the glass and took his shot. 

She was stunned out of her thoughts as she tried to shake her mind clear. 

“Or to drown our sorrows because you just lost,” Coco said as he cleaned the table. 

For Lara, the shot was liquid courage, the liquor trickled down her throat slowly, it not only sent a burn down her throat but it warmed her whole body up, it shook every doubting thought in her brain while also putting a million more in their place. She looked over at the clubhouse door to see the back of Angel’s kutte as he snuck out the entrance. 

“I’m gonna get some air,” Lara said without cognition and let her body move her towards the door. Bishop and Coco were so deep into their drinks and arguments over the lost pool game that neither of them paid any mind to the girl leaving. 

The chill breeze of the night hit the girl as she left the clubhouse. She crossed her arms around her chest to bring in some body heat. The crisp air didn’t do much to sober her up, her eyes wandered around the lot until they landed on who she was looking for, the only person out there. The cloud of smoke is what gave Angel’s location away, he leaned on the edge of the scrapyard’s office building smoking a cigarette. 

She approached him, her demeanor wasn’t sloppy drunk, but it wasn’t confident sober either, it lived somewhere in between the two, if you were to ask her to describe it she probably would have said it was the most laid back she had felt in a long time, she felt like herself again in that moment. 

“You know those will kill you, right?” Lara spoke. 

“Yea, I think someone told me that once,” Angel responded, handing her the cigarette knowing she had plans to swipe it out of his mouth anyway like she had done in the past. 

She took a step closer to him, closing the gap in between them and took the cigarette. She brought it to her lips and instantly she could taste the beer, her mind went back to moments ago when he licked the residue of it off his lips and she felt chills move down her spine. 

“If you’re cold you should go inside,” Angel responded, almost to suave for his own good. 

“Why would I do that when my friend is out here?” It was like her mouth was thinking before her brain. 

Angel couldn’t hide the growing grin on his face at her sentence, “friends, huh?” 

“Don Julio convinced me,” she passed the cigarette back to him like they were smoking a joint. 

“He another friend of yours?” Angel asked as he took the last puff of the cigarette. 

“Something like that, I think,” Lara tilted her head to the side trying to read the man standing in front of her. “Don and I are like the type of friends who bring out the worst in each other if we hang out too long,” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t hang out with Don too much,” Angel countered the girl’s statement. 

“Why do you think I came out here with you, friend?” 

Whether Lara knew it or not her body was moving an inch forward with every word she let roll off her tongue. 

“And what type of friends are we?” Angel threw the cigarette to the left of him and brought his eyes down to look into Lara’s. 

“The kind that do this.”

Lara brought herself up on her tippy toes and brought his face down to meet hers. Their lips crashed into eachothers and it didn’t take them long to fall back into what they started 5 years ago. Angel immediately wrapped his arms around her torso, moving it to rest on the small of her back and slowly retreating lower and lower. 

The taste of the beer Lara was fiending to taste filled her mouth as their tongues danced back and forth. Something that normally would have repulsed her but thanks to her friend Don Julio was enticing her more. The smell of the cigarette mixed with cologne on his kutte filled her nose and it oddly comforted her. He was familiar. And not in the ‘been there done that’ kind of way but in the comforting, safe, ‘you know me and I know you’ way. 

Angel moved the girl’s hair out of her face with his left hand as he cupped his palm around her cheek to bring her closer to him as if that was even possible. Lara’s hands moved to Angel’s kutte and ripped it off his shoulders, then grabbed the sides of his flannel to grip him flush against her body. With that movement Angel brought the hand that was resting on her lower back underneath her shorts to cup her ass. He felt Lara’s smile as they kissed and it was the push he needed. Suddenly he was moving his left hand to mirror his right and with a steady grip he picked the girl up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as she let a chuckle out and his hands didn’t move from cupping the denim back pockets. 

Angel brought the girl into the office, not letting their lips part, just putting all his faith in muscle memory of how to properly enter the building. With what some would call luck, he made it without stumbling and placed the girl on the desk as he began to finish what Lara had started by taking off his flannel. They leaned their foreheads against each other and as he did so, Lara started to unbuckle his pants.

“Slow down,” Angel said after he threw his flannel to the ground and gripped Lara’s hands to stop her from continuing her task of undressing him. 

Lara frowned for a minute until Angel lifted the girl's hands straight up. They were now up above her head and met together at the wrist by a tight grip by Angel’s hands. He began to slowly kiss his way down her arm, some spots were unmarked without a kiss but the touch of his hot breath against her skin filled those empty spaces. It was the simplest form of foreplay but it was enough to get to Lara. A moan escaped her mouth as he reached down to her bicep. 

“See good things happen when you slow down,” Angel chuckled and moved to her neck, letting her arms fall and rest around his naked upper chest as she leaned back letting her neck be completely exposed for him to explore like a treasure map. 

“And good things happen if you just fuck me already,” she let out the aggresive statement without thinking and let her legs spread and bend at the knee so their clothed bottom halves were against eachother. 

Angel let out of breath but didn’t argue with the woman, he undid her denim shorts and slid them off her silky smooth legs, he moved her underwear to the side and brought his hand to her inner thigh which made the girl tremble a little. She arched her back and leaned back so she could regain balance and just as she did, Angel brushed his fingers against her opening, causing her to lean her head back and let out a whine. 

After moments of him teasing her still, she was about to beg for him again but he stopped. She brought her eyes back to see him undressing what was left of his apparel and move back to let their bodies touch again without anything in the way now. 

“No,” she said as she brought herself back up. Angel froze, nervous that he had done something wrong, something to upset her, but she jumped off the table and pointed for him to lay down on it. 

“My turn to do the work,” she smiled. 

Angel got onto his back on the table and quickly put on the condom he had before Lara brought herself on top of him, she rubbed herself on him before moving to let him enter her. As he slid into her a few curses left his mouth, and he grabbed tight onto her hips, practically doing the work for her by moving her back and forth. Lara leaned forward letting her chest rest against his, her hand gripping his face, and Angel moved slowly out of her before she began moving her hips back down, building up momentum as she bounced up and down on him. Moans escaped from both of their lips and the sounds met each other as they kissed. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Angel let out as he pushed the girl back up so she was now sitting upright on his member. He gripped her arms again, much like he did earlier in the night but this time each of his hands was gripped around one of hers to hold her up in that position as she rolled her body with him inside her. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Lara’s head fell back as she moved faster against his body, Angel’s hands squeezed harder as he panted. 

“Cum for me, come on Lara, cum on my dick,” Angel let himself get lost in the moment. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” Lara spoke in a breathy tone before she reached her limit. “I’m cumming, Angel,” she screamed and Angel matched her moans with his own as he met his climax himself. 

Luckily there was enough space on the desk for both of them as Lara moved to lay next to him. The two of them had their eyes shut and chests moving up and down as they laid there enjoying the moment. The silence took over the room and for a moment, as both of them processed what had happened. 

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Back in the clubhouse, Bishop had slowed down on the drinking, not because he wanted to but because he got a phone call. 

“Bishop?” Sophie’s voice sounded concerned on the other line. 

“What’s up, Soph?” Bishop moved to the room behind the bar that kept their inventory of beers where it was much quieter. 

“I just wanted to check in on Lara, I just tried calling her but no response, and after what happened on the strip today just wanted to make sure she was holding up okay.”

“She probably didn’t hear it ring, she’s somewhere around here at the club,” Bishop leaned over to peek through the door opening to search for his daughter. His eyes landed her sitting on one of the couches sipping on a beer. 

Lara was back in the club house now, Angel and her had reentered at different moments to ward off any suspicion of their late night activities, which did them right because no one had a clue. 

“Yea she’s here,” Bishop responded after locating her but then froze when he processed the rest of Sophie’s statement. “What happened at the strip today?” A frown grew on Bishop's face, confused as to what the woman was talking about. 

“I was at the jewelry shop, opening up, and I saw Lara get into it with someone wearing a kutte, I was gonna intervene but someone else did so I just backed off, figured it wasn’t worth making a scene,” she explained. 

“What kind of kutte, Sophie,” Bishop’s voice was serious. 

“It was hard to read anything on them, but they had skulls or something on the rocker.”

Bishop felt like he couldn’t breathe. Anger, fear, confusion, frustration, all flooded to his head, it sobered him up real quick. 

“Thanks for checking in, Soph,” Bishop said after taking a minute to process everything, “she’s fine and I’ll have her call you back tomorrow, I gotta go,” Bishop hung up the phone and began making his way towards Lara.

His voice raised, it was louder than the music and it was louder than the crowds. 

“You got fuckin’ jumped in the street and you didn’t think to fuckin’ tell me? You keepin’ secrets now?”

Everyone’s voices got brought down, there were a few murmurs here or there as the Losa’s stared at each other but aside from the music, nothing could really be heard. 

Lara turned to him, “I–” she began to speak. 

“You got any idea the fuckin’ target we got on us?” he stared into his daughter's eyes, referring specifically to her and him. 

“It–” Lara began to speak again. 

“I expected more from you,” Bishop said before stomping out of the club. 

Lara followed him outside, yelling after him to stop. 

Bishop made his way to his bike, every step heavier than the last until he turned around, almost causing Lara to collide into him. 

“Tell me one thing,” his voice was low but firm. “Do they fuckin’ know?” 

Lara didn’t need more context, she knew what he was asking, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to answer with words, she just nodded as she stared at the dirt below her. 

Bishop sucked his teeth and turned back around making his way over to his bike. The sound of the engine turning over drowned out Lara’s thoughts, but as her father left the clubhouse and the sounds got softer and softer, the noise in her head got louder and louder. 

Once the bike rumble completely faded she turned around to see Angel at the top of the clubhouse stairs. 

“Figured since we’re friends, I’d check in on you, think that’s part of the job description,” he tried to make the girl laugh. 

“Don’t talk to me,” she said as she passed him on the stairs. 

“Lara come on, he’ll come around,” Angel pleaded lightly with the girl. 

She turned around now that she had passed by him, practically mirroring the behavior of her father moments ago. 

“You had the fucking nerve to sleep with me after I told you not to tell him what happened. After you looked me in the goddamn eyes and we talked all that bullshit about trust, and you burned me again.” Lara spat the words in anger.

“Lara I didn’t–” Angel began to defend himself. 

“Save it, Angel. Go fuck yourself.” 

And with that she stormed back into the clubhouse, with a raging headache, no clue what to do, and now no one there to help her through it but herself.

[garbinge]

Contaminated (5/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

A/N: Been a really busy week at work and personally but I was finally able to finalize this chapter! These beginning chapters are still very much in the “building” stages of the full story but I got some big things ahead for our girl Lara... good and bad. lol. Hope you all enjoy this chapter :)

Chapter Index

TW: Mentions of death and alcohol. Also some attitude and angst. 

Word Count: 4.9k words

Taglist: @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc​ @alienstardust​ @mrsstevenbuchananstark

5 years later. 

There were two things Lara thought were definite the day she officially moved back to Santo Padre 5 years ago. One, was that she would rarely, if ever, be at the clubhouse. The second, was that she was going to have a conversation with Angel, the man she thought she’d never see again. Establish ground rules between them, whether that be messing around in secret or deciding it was just a one time thing and they’d be civil with each other. 

Neither of those things happened. Angel had ignored her that day. Walked right by her like he had no clue or care who she was. That continued for the day, then the whole week, followed by the month. The tension that built between the two grew large, eventually the two were just out right rude to each other. 

Which leads to the first thing she was so definite about. Visiting the club. Bishop gave that up within the first month of Lara living with him. He found that having her around wasn’t just enjoyable, but also helpful. Lara knew her way around the scrapyard and was cleaning the place up. Organizing paperwork, scheduling visits for copper pickups, working with refineries to repurpose the metals, and everything in between. She mainly kept to herself, so that did help Bishop in the grand scheme of things along with the fact that he kept club business way out of her reach. While she would occasionally hang out with the guys, she mainly just lent a helping hand and when she was hanging with the guys, Bishop would lie if he said it wasn’t damn entertaining. Seeing her deliver an attitude, that usually only he saw, at the guys to keep them in their place was not only hilarious but it made Bishop proud of his kid. 

So much in fact, that here they were, five years later and Lara was still living with him. And he was content with the idea of her in Santo Padre, but that didn’t mean Lara wasn’t ready to rock the boat a little bit. 

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The sound of motorcycles vibrated the ground but Lara kept cleaning up, unfazed by the group of bikers entering the yard. Through the headphones that were blasting music in her ears, she heard the familiar voice of her father as he approached her. 

“You know we got a prospect to do that, right?” The man was taking his riding gloves off chuckling at the scene of his daughter cleaning up. 

“Maybe so, but you got EZ runnin’ bitch for everyone else that clean up seems to fall at the bottom of his list,” she smirked as she tossed the bottles into the recycling bin and then folded up her sleeves. 

Bishop laughed at the boldness of the girl, she was the only one who could ever talk like that to him and truthfully it was because he knew she got the attitude from him. 

“You left the house early today,” he followed her to the steps of the clubhouse making conversation. 

“I went to go see an apartment.” 

The words froze Bishop for a moment before he furrowed his brows and began to question the girl. 

“Where?” His voice was gruff and deep. 

“One on Mango Street and another on Cherry Blossom,” she didn’t even offer a look towards the man knowing that his response was about to start an issue between them. 

“So you saw apartmentS,” he emphasized the plural in the word, “in Santo Padre.” 

They stepped inside the clubhouse where pretty much everyone was hanging around, doing their own thing. 

“Yup,” she squeezed behind the counter next to a couple of the girls who manned the bar as she dropped the glassware she had collected outside into the sink and washed her hands. 

“So you’re looking to move into your own place in Santo Padre?” he said standing in front of the bar trying to make eye contact with her. The questions he was asking were pretty much a repeat of the last. But it was just taking him a minute to wrap his head around the shock of it. 

“You ask a lot of questions,” her attitude was growing as she popped her headphones out and put them in her pocket. 

Before he could respond a group of the younger Mayans had entered into the clubhouse with loud laughs as they joked with each other causing both of them to look at the door. Lara took the opportunity to slip from behind the bar and to the table where Hank was sitting, in hopes to escape the conversation she was having with her father. 

“Save me,” she whispered to Hank as she approached the table. Lara gripped her uncle’s shoulders in desperation for him to help her and almost instantly a smirk filled the man's face. 

“Not sure if I want to be dragged into whatever you got going on with your ol’ man,” he laughed. 

“Lalo” Bishop used the nickname he gave her when she was a little girl with firmness behind his tone. “We agreed you’d leave here,” he leaned over the table, “and now you’re out here looking at fuckin’ apartments on fucking Cherry Blossom Street,” he spoke outraged.

“Yea, you’re on your own.” Hank got up and kissed the girl's head before retreating to anywhere but there. 

“Are we really going to do this?” Lara sighed and looked at him. 

“Yea, we fuckin’ are,” his anger level was rising. 

Lara rolled her eyes and then looked at her father, his face was filled with frustration and she’d lie if she said it didn’t break her heart a little bit. 

“Look, I just need my own space,” she pleaded with him knowing that wasn’t his concern. 

“That’s fine, Lalo,” his voice had more sympathy in it as he moved to sit down at the table. “I just thought we agreed that you would leave Santo Padre. Start fresh somewhere.” 

She joined him at the table, her shoulders leaned against the back of the chair. “We said that nearly 5 years ago. It was only two years after Aiden. Things were different,” she paused for a minute thinking about how much changed. She got pulled into thinking about what brought her back here which led her to her next statement. “Things were...messy.” 

The name of his youngest child stung Bishop as it left Lara’s mouth and she could tell immediately. 

“I don’t want to be far from you. Is that so much to ask?” she smiled hoping it would lighten the mood. “Dad’s little girl,” she raised her eyebrows and laughed at the comment. 

“Shut up,” his eyes rolled as the smirk grew on his face at the sarcastic comment from his daughter.

“I’ll even let you come over and fix shit,” she crossed her arms and leaned back in the seat. 

“Oh yea, I’m sold,” he laughed nodding his head. 

Before they could continue someone was interrupting their conversation. 

“Yo, Bish. El Padrino’s on his way.” Angel hovered over the two with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“No one ever taught you manners?” Lara was standing up now fully annoyed by the tall biker. Angel and Lara had a simple dynamic, they didn’t like each other and they made it very known. Between what went down between them, she had seen the way he treated the girls that hung around the clubhouse and that mixed in with his cockiness created a very noticeable dislike between them. 

Pushing her way in between Bishop and Angel, she bent down and kissed her father on the cheek. 

“I’m going to pick up Frankie and we’ll be at Soph’s teaching the kids jewelry making all day.” Lara said as she hugged the man goodbye. 

“I’ll be home late too. I have a shift at The Villa tonight,” she completely ignored Angel’s presence until she reached and grabbed the unlit cigarette from his mouth.

“You know these will kill you?” She brought it to her mouth and lit it, taking a deep inhale. 

“What the fuck?” His voice raised a pitch at the audacity of the young woman. 

Bishop offered a slight smirk but then wiped the look off his face before either of them could see. As Angel looked towards him to do something Obispo lifted his hands up in surrender. 

“Don’t look at me,” his head shrunk into his shoulders as he shrugged. 

“Maybe next time you’ll learn to say excuse me,” Lara called out as she grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. 

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“If you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be?” Frankie asked Lara as they sat at the table putting together bracelets as the kids around them were doing the same. 

“I think I would choose the Frozen CD!!!” a little boy who was about 7 years old jumped up to answer the question he overheard which caused the table to shake and the assortment of beads to rattle. 

“Great choice, Joshua!” Lara smiled at the young boy. “Remember to try and be aware of your surroundings though, we don’t want you to get hurt,” she gripped the table to stop the shaking before things fell to the ground. 

“Sorry Ms. Lara.”

“No need to apologize,” she smiled at the boy and stood up nodding for Frankie to follow. 

Lara began volunteering at Sophie’s jewelry shop without even realizing it. She ended up visiting the woman so much that it just sort of happened. Lara had always been into making designs up when it came to jewlwery. Beading, braiding, bending, you name it. It was therapeutic for the girl, while also kept her mind occupied, even back in the day when not nearly as many thoughts were taking up space in her brain. Bishop always used to say to anyone who’d listen, ‘Lara could accessorize trash and turn it into something beautiful.’ There were just so many reasons she held onto the hobby, which is what led her to the present moment. 

The girls made their way over to the register of the shop as Lara continued to make her bracelet in hand. 

“Did you tell your dad that we got an apartment?” Lara asked Frankie. 

“Did you?” she responded back with her eyebrows raised. 

“My dad wants me to stay as close as possible, when I told him we got a place together in Santo Padre it was like a sigh of relief came over him. I only live one town over now and you’d think I was halfway across the world,” the girl joked and jumped on the counter to sit. 

“Bishop freaked,” Lara grabbed her water bottle next to the register, wrapping the finished bracelet around her knuckles as she cracked the cap of the bottle. “And I didn’t even mention that we signed a lease.”

“I’m sure you freaked too, Mrs. Attitude,” Frankie smirked. 

“Besides the point,” Lara rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “it seemed like he partially came around in the end. It's gonna take a few more conversations but either way I’m doing my own thing. Only reason I stayed this long is because domestically, he’s a mess. The man needs a woman in his life because otherwise that house would just crumble.” 

Just as she finished that statement Sophie came out from the back with a shipment box. The kids at the table began to get riled up in excitement to see the woman. 

“Hook him up with Soph,” Frankie said casually as she scrolled on her phone. 

“Honestly, not a bad idea,” Lara looked at how amazing the woman who owned the jewelry shop was with the kids. She already meddled enough in Bishop’s life though, organizing the scrapyard and keeping his house clean was enough for Lara, she didn’t need to get involved in his love life too. She moved on and continued to talk about her father. 

“He’s finally starting to show signs of healing but you can’t even say Aiden’s name without feeling like you just stabbed him in the heart,” Lara brought the bottle up to her mouth. 

“We all have different ways to grieve,” Frankie sympathized with the man. “I mean, you’re here,” she motioned around the room at the kids making jewelry.

“This is to honor him though,” Lara offered up an excuse. 

“And maybe what Bish is doing is his own way of honoring him.” Frankie shrugged knowing her point was clear but not wanting to rub salt into her best friend's wound. 

“Alright, Jennifer Melfi.” Lara referred to her as the therapist from the Sopranos as a joke. 

Frankie laughed and walked over to the table to help the kids get ready as the session was wrapping up for the day.  For a moment Lara went back in time in her mind, thinking about this connection to her brother.

“Lara, can you teach me how to make jewelry?” The little boy said randomly as she pushed him in the grocery cart with Antonia next to her. 

“Of course I can.” The girl smiled as she leaned over the cooler to grab a tray of steak. 

Antonia looked over and smiled at the comment the boy made and continued walking down the food aisle. 

“Will they bully me at school for wearing it?” He asked as he was swinging his legs through the cart openings.

“If anyone says anything to you, you tell them your sister will come down there and scare them straight,” she whispered so Antonia couldn’t hear. 

“Thanks Lara.” The boy smiled and rested his hand on hers that was gripping the cart. 

“I know you hate hearing this but you are so much of your father it blows my mind.” Antonia said as the two of them caught up to her. Lara had thought she was out of earshot to the woman but clearly she wasn’t.

Lara smiled to herself at the comment. It had been an act whenever she’d roll her eyes at the ‘your just like your father comments’. Truthfully, it made her happy. Her father was strong, he was resilient, being like him was a compliment. 

The memory quickly faded from her mind and she joined Frankie to help the kids pack up and as the parents arrived Frankie continued to talk to the girl about club stuff. 

“You comin’ to hang at the club tonight?” Frankie was adjusting the backpack on one of the kids before sending him out the door. 

“I’m at The Villa until closing tonight, if I’m able to hop out early I’ll probably come by,” she was crossing off the names of each student who left to make sure everyone was accounted for. 

“EZ told me it’s just going to be lowkey. Not too many randoms.” Frankie now stood next to Lara leaning against a table that was now practically empty and only had a few more kids left around it. 

“Then what’s even the point?” Lara smiled knowing her best friend was about to lecture her. 

“You know one day one of the randoms you bring home or to the bathroom of the club, whatever you do, is going to be a serial killer and I’m going to have to help two white girls that run a podcast solve your murder,” she glared at the girl, “and I’m not holding back. They’re gonna know every excruciating detail about you.” 

Lara laughed out loud at the comment, “I mean I’m not sure what the difference is, it’s not like the ones I actually know are any better, they were now whispering secretly so the two kids left that were playing at the furthest seat at the table couldn’t hear.  “So I have some fun,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I see no harm. Plus, you’re getting your information from the Prospect. That’s your first fuck up,” Lara joked. 

“Harm is... it's what you’ve been doing for 5 years now. You know it’s just a temporary bandage on an overly infected wound,” the girl lectured her. 

“When you said you’d want to go to school for psychology I didn’t realize I was signing up to be your guinea pig patient,” Lara answered with a tone that was friendly enough for Frankie to surpass the sass. 

“Mhm. I’m just looking out for you,” she said, hoping to end the conversation there, “and if anything, EZ knows what the party’s going to be like because they make him get all the beer and food and shit,” she rebutled as they packed up before heading their separate ways. 

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Lara said her goodbyes to the last family to leave the restaurant for the night. It had just hit 10:30, which was an early night for her. Typically she would find herself leaving close to midnight but then again, it was a weekday. She said her goodbyes and clocked out, taking her apron off, along with her tie as she walked over to the car Bishop had got her. Before getting into the driver's seat she rummaged through the back for an outfit to put on. Working late nights at The Villa turned her car into a walk in closet to avoid the extra stop between destinations. She quickly changed her outfit and took her hair out of the messy bun it had previously been in before driving off to the clubhouse. 

The gate was open, which meant more people were coming, and that meant that this wasn’t some lowkey party. Lara parked off to the side, close to where EZ’s trailer was to avoid getting blocked in. As she locked her car, she made her way towards the large green gate to see dozens of people in the lot. The music was blaring, the fight rink was seeing a lot of action, people were dancing, and that’s when she saw her actual uncle about to walk past her. 

“Tio Marcus?” Her tone came out as a question even though she was 100% it was him. 

His face looked sad, a look Lara wasn’t familiar with when it came to the man. He was always cheerful around the girl, she knew he had a serious side to him, but it was something she rarely saw growing up, only when she would interrupt him and Bishop. 

“Lara?” He said in the same questioning tone. His face lit up a bit when he saw her and he quickly brought her in for a hug. “Where’ve you been all day?” The two let go of their embrace and stood in front of one another.

“Work,” she sighed, holding up her name tag that was on the sweater she held in her right hand. 

“All day?” he frowned knowing he got there around 10AM. 

“I volunteer at the jewelry shop when I can,” she shrugged, “then I work nights at this restaurant downtown,” she explained. 

“Workin’ hard. I’m proud of you.”  

“Where’re you headed? Seems like the party’s just getting started.” Her eyes glanced around the yard as the large crowd around the fight ring yelled to declare a winner. 

“Business. My partying days are over,” a smile formed on his face.

“I don’t believe that for one second,” she smiled back before giving him a goodbye hug.

“Next time you’re in town, take your business,” her tone was cheeky, “to The Villa, I’ll set you up at a good table, you might even eat for free,” her eyebrows raised and wiggled. 

Marcus laughed, “Speaking of, Izzy’s been asking about you, think she wants to cook you a free meal.” 

“You tell Izzy I’ll come over for a free meal anytime,” Lara called out as both of them parted ways. 

Lara scanned the scrapyard for a familiar face, and stopped when she found her father who seemed absent minded as he sat at one of the wooden picnic tables. 

“Why’s everyone look so damn sad around here, haven’t you got the memo, we’re partyin’” Lara took her sweater and lightly hit it against her father’s legs as she sat down next to him. 

“Long day,” he responded without averting his gaze. 

“Tell me about it,” her face grew in a smile because she knew her response would get some reaction out of Bishop. 

He looked over at her with a smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden. He placed his arm behind the girl as they both leaned back against the table. 

“You wanna talk about it?” she met his gaze. 

“Things around here are changing.” 

Lara nodded and understood he wasn’t going to get too in depth of what the issue was. To be honest, what he had said was strides compared to years ago where he kept her completely in the dark. But even this, it was surface level. He never divulged anything about the club to her that wasn’t public knowledge. It bothered Lara, it put her and Bishop at odds very frequently, but tonight, she wasn’t going to argue. 

“Aren’t they always?” Lara responded as she took Bishop’s beer off the table they were leaning on for herself. 

The two sat in each other's presence for a few minutes, soaking in the night around them. 

Lara enjoyed moments like this. Sitting in comfortable silence with her father while the world around them moved on and they were just on lookers of it all. It was the quality time she enjoyed because she didn’t need to be thinking, just observing and enjoying. 

In the midst of her observation, she noticed EZ standing on the edge of the porch of the clubhouse with Frankie on the steps to his right as they chatted and laughed. Lara could pick up on the energy between them and just offered up a little smirk to herself as she sipped on the beer. 

“What’s goin’ on with those two?” Bishop asked with the same exact smirk on his face as Lara as he pointed nonchalantly at EZ and Frankie. 

“Beats me,” Lara responded by moving her eye around the scrapyard and stopping at Angel. 

“What’s goin’ on with that one?” her head nodded towards Angel who was sulking privately which was unlike the man, especially at a party. 

“Family shit.” Bishop said, standing up. “Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but if I tell you this, you can’t go runnin’ your mouth to him.” Bishop pointed at her. 

“Me?” she pretended to be shocked. “Run my mouth?” her hand raised to her chest as her jaw dropped and she looked around as if she was searching for the audacity of her father’s words. 

Bishop rolled his eyes. “Cut the bullshit, Lalo.” he joked back at her. 

“Tell me all the chismoso,” she leaned forward. 

“EZ asked me to be his sponsor. The two of them got some shit to work out, who knows.” Bishop explained, standing over the girl. 

Lara’s face dropped a bit, the last time Bishop was a sponsor was the last time she felt she really knew her dad. Or at least who he used to be. She’d get glimpses of that man every so often still to this day, but once he sponsored Medina for the club, that was when he became 100% invested. It made sense, with someone’s life on the line, and that call on your conscience. But it didn't make it any easier on the family Bishop left behind. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Bishop said to Lara, knowing everything she was thinking just from her expression.

Lara quickly shook her head to wipe the disappointment off her face and replaced it with a grin. “He’s lucky to have you. You’ve always been a good person to look up to.” The tears began to well up behind her eyes but after a few blinks she was able to push them back. 

Bishop kissed his teeth and brought the girl in for a quick hug before he got down to her eye level. 

“I’m sorry I pushed this life on you,” his hand cupped the back of her head with a strong grip.

“When are you going to realize I want to be a part of this life?” Lara wasn’t being mean this time though, she wasn’t trying to argue, she was being honest. She accepted that this is what was meant for her life a while ago, but Bishop was still not letting anyone in.

He reached towards the girl to wipe the few stray tears that began to fall on her cheek and was about to speak but she didn’t allow it.   

“Don’t,” she stopped him by shaking her head loose from the grip. “Don’t do this shit now. I’m here now because I want to be. Let’s leave it at that.” She quickly pressed a kiss to her fathers cheek as they both stood up. “I’m going to get another beer and enjoy this party,” she was now too far for them to get any further in the conversation, “and I suggest you do the same!'' She called out and then jogged up to EZ and Frankie. 

“Look what the cat dragged in.” EZ grinned as the girl approached. 

“Heard the big news, prospect.” Lara said as she tossed him her empty beer. 

“Not sure if you’re happy for me, or happy you have something to hold over Angel’s head.” EZ laughed as he straightened his back from leaning on the porch. 

“Why does everyone think I’m gonna use this as some sort of leverage on Angel?” A scoff escaped her mouth as she turned to Frankie since EZ was now laughing and making his way inside to replenish the girl's beer. 

“Because anyone with two eyes and ears can see that you two have some deep rooted shit.” Frankie spoke. The girl had no idea about Angel and Lara’s run in at the local bar five years ago. The only people that knew were Lara and Angel and Lara was going to keep it that way. 

“You two bicker like an old married couple,” Frankie continued to explain. 

Lara quickly changed the topic not wanting to hint at anything between her and Angel. “You’re getting mighty close with EZ,” her shoulder lightly tapped Frankie’s in an attempt to tease her. 

Frankie laughed, “What if I told you, we were kind of…”

Frankie didn’t get to finish her sentence before Lara interrupted. “Tell me you’re dating the prospect. Teeellllll me you’re dating the prospect.” She repeated over and over again. 

“Can you relax?” she shushed the girl down and linked their arms as they declined down the stairs to go somewhere where less people were gathered. 

“So it’s not like there’s an official title or anything but we’re definitely more than friends,” she explained as they moved to the right side of the clubhouse ground, still near the porch. 

“So it seems like Coco ain’t the closest person you got anymore.” Lara teased again. 

“Things just are easy with him,” she rolled her eyes.

“Easy with EZ” Lara kept the mocking going. 

“Can you be serious for like 2 minutes,” Frankie pushed her. 

“Okay, you got serious me for two minutes then I’m going inside and taking about 3 shots and a round at the pool table with Coco to try and win back the money I lost last week.”

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Frankie wasn’t going to waste any time, she knew Lara was being serious about the two minutes and she understood she had a long day and needed to unwind. 

“For dating EZ? No. Not at all. Look at him. Plus he's like crazy smart, I’m sure the two of you could come up with a world peace agreement if you really tried. But at the same time, he’s more factual while you’re more philosophical, so it evens itself out, you know? Logic versus emotion.”

Frankie looked at the girl in awe. 

“What? You asked for serious, and you got 90 seconds left of it, so ask away.” Lara leaned against the pillar of the porch.

“That was really all I wanted to know. I’m going to take the rest day by day.” 

“You tell Hank yet?” Lara was still being serious, wondering how the man was going to take it. He had to know something like this could happen, especially having her around so often.

“Tell Hank what?” Ez smiled as he reproached the girls. 

“About the apartment,” Lara covered for the girl quickly. 

“Oh yea, Frankie told me you’re moving into your new place on Saturday.” Ez handed over the beer to the girl. 

“New place?” Bishop’s voice sounded from the left. 

He was in perfect earshot of the conversation. Lara kicked herself off from leaning on the porch as well as mentally kicked herself in the ass for not being aware of her surroundings. Her plan was to warm Bishop up to the idea of her having a place in Santo Padre, and with how things went this morning she was still in the beginning stages of her plan. And while Lara wasn’t sure how much he heard, he definitely heard enough which meant she skipped warming him up and ripped the bandaid straight off.

Lara took a deep breath as she took in Bishop’s face. She swore she could see steam coming out of his ears. This might’ve been the angriest she’d seen the man since she was a kid and all she managed to come up with was a cheesy smile followed by one word. 

“Surprise?”

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Contaminated (2/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, blood, domestic abuse, relationship abuse, more t r a u m a.

A/N: A little Uncle Hank and Niece Lara being awkward and shy followed up by some classic girls supporting girls. Next chapter will have some more Dad Bish, he’s just currently cleaning up our girl’s mess right now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Index

Word Count: 2.3k words

Contaminated Taglist: @est1887 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

It was practically 2AM at this point as Hank and Lara sat awkwardly quiet in the van as they drove down the empty interstate. The MC van wasn’t new to her, she knew the vehicle and the man driving it well, but knowing how she left mixed with the situation that led her here made everything even more tense than imagined.

The silence was eating Hank alive so he decided to speak up. 

“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn down the air?” He asked as he went to fidget with the dials. Trying to just make the girl he looked at as a niece comfortable. 

“No, I’m ok.” She responded, hands sitting in her lap as she mindlessly played with her jewelry on her hands. 

Hank nodded and put both hands back on the wheel. A couple cars zoomed past them on the highway, but besides the occasional speeder, they were the only ones on the road. A sign that read “Oakland 5 miles” passed overhead and Lara wondered how much longer they would be driving. 

“Are you hungry or anything?” Hank spoke up after a few minutes again. He scrunched his face up after asking once he noticed Lara jump at the unexpected noise, now double guessing if that was an okay thing to ask. 

“What do you got?” Lara looked over at him curiously for the first time. She needed something to keep her mind occupied and sitting in silence was not helping.  

Hank leaned over and rummaged through the side compartment of the van. He took out a couple pieces of paper, folded up scrapyard forms, and gas receipts until he pulled out an unopened chocolate bar and a bag of peanuts. 

“The prospect always keeps junk hangin’ around.” The side smirk grew on his face as he handed them to her and shrugged.

“One man’s trash.” She said with a courteous look and opened the Hershey bar as Hank went and turned on the radio to ease the silent tension as they continued to drive.

The ride was only 10 more minutes but it felt like an eternity. If Lara was being honest, although not talking was torture for her brain, the thought of having to explain anything to Hank seemed more torturous. He was an amazing uncle– kind, thoughtful, but hard to talk to about the deep stuff, as his niece that is. She was sure when Bishop approached him on club business he had a whole different persona, I mean how else do you get to be the Sergeant at Arms of an MC?

Hank put the car in park which made Lara snap out of her thoughts and stare up at the tiny house they pulled up to. She took in the area as she climbed out of the van and made her way to the front door. Before either of them could knock the door was being opened and Francesca Loza stood there waving them in.

Lara looked around the house as Frankie and Hank whispered by the door, clearly talking about her. 

“Just look after her, you know?” Hank offered up to his daughter. 

Frankie nodded and looked at the girl who was clearly uncomfortable and decided she’d take her father’s advice. Which is why she then kicked him out. 

“Alright, go.” Frankie shooed her father out the door and he raised his hands up innocently as he walked out the door just as quickly as he entered. 

“You want some water?” Frankie asked as she walked past the girl to fill up a glass despite Lara’s lack of response. 

Lara awkwardly followed and grabbed the glass that Frankie put on the counter. 

“Alright, so we’re gonna do the quiet thing, that’s cool.” Frankie said when she realized Lara wasn’t going to speak. 

She escaped into the back hallway and Lara thought she was just going to stay back there which would leave her alone with her thoughts. But almost within seconds the girl was back in the kitchen with a bunch of folded clothes in her hand. Lara froze when she saw the clothes and then looked down at her own to see the blood all over her current outfit. A look of worry filled Lara’s face which Frankie clearly could read off of her immediately. 

“It’s not a big deal.” Frankie spoke so nonchalant you’d think they were talking about spilt milk. “You know who our dads are?” She shrugged and left the clothes on the counter as she opened the fridge looking for something to quickly put together. 

She took out some produce along with a container of meat and placed them on the counter before turning around to the island in her kitchen where Lara stood on the opposite side. 

“Do you eat meat? I have soy chorizo too, we don’t discriminate in this house.” She turned back around and grabbed the ingredients she stacked up and brought them onto the island. She paused for a minute and looked directly at Lara before speaking again.  “We just don’t tell Hank he’s eating a vegan based meal.” She smiled spreading everything out for Lara to get a look at. 

“I’m a carnivore.” Lara said her first words since entering the house and then immediately flinched at the thought of her statement. 

Frankie understood her thought process immediately, that was something great about her, she could read the room swimmingly, and all of her psychology classes made that skill even more useful. Turning around she rapidly put the beef away and replaced it with the soy chorizo. 

“Cool. Well this is a new brand so you can tell me if it passes for the real stuff cause then I can add it into Hank’s secret menu.” She smiled trying to move the conversation along as to not upset the girl and keep her calm. 

Lara laughed and nodded, grabbing the clothes but not sure where exactly to go.  

“Bathroom is down the hall to the right, my shower is broken right now otherwise I’d let you hop in, but the sink works and there’s some washcloths in the linen closet.” She pointed with the wooden spoon in her hand. 

Lara entered the bathroom and stared at herself for a couple moments. She wanted to cry but there was nothing left in her. No emotion, no tears, nothing. If anything this entire night felt like a fever dream. 

Grabbing one of the washcloths, she began to let the water run and wipe herself down from the blood and dirt currently stuck on her being. As the towel moved down her bruised arm, her mind flashed to Jesse grabbing her and slamming her against the wall. The shriek she let out when he had her pinned against the wall filled her mind like a song would when it would get stuck in your head. Her eyes shut tight and body leaned on the counter as her head dropped. Memories kept flooding her mind as she cleaned off the blood and it drained out into the sink. 

“You think you can just show up because you have nowhere to go? We broke up a month ago, Lara.” Jesse said, storming through the house. 

“I literally have nowhere else to go. I got kicked out of my old place. I have like no money because you took all of my savings and spent it on bullshit!” She said with an attitude as she chased behind him in the house.

 Lara thought this was what rock bottom looked like. Begging her shitty ex for a place to live. But looking back this moment might have been the least cringey of the day. 

“What a low life like you? No friends? Nowhere to go? Shocking.” He scoffed and pushed past her shoulder aggressively. 

Standing in the kitchen looking around, she realized there was no reason to be begging for anything from this man. He didn’t help her when they were together, he obviously wasn’t going to help her now. At this point she figured she’d try her luck at a shelter or try and get some money for a motel, you know, take things day by day. 

“Whatever I’m out of here” The attitude still dripping from her tone, rightfully so. Adding a nice eye roll and head shake as she walked by him, giving him the same shoulder check he just delivered to her. 

“You and that fucking attitude.” And with that statement his hand gripped the girl's arm practically cutting off her circulation and slammed her against the wall which caused her to shriek. 

The constraint he held on her was so tight that she could feel her skin bruising as the seconds passed. She felt her heart racing similar to when you’d get your blood pressure taken although if things kept up like this her vital signs would be non-existent. When she shrieked his hands moved to her mouth and then down to her neck restraining her from screaming anymore but also crushing any way for air to make it down to her lungs.

“I always told you that mouth was going to get you into trouble.”

She scrambled her hands around and came across something on the counter. The hesitation that consumed her was probably the last bit of innocence she had left in her. Lara knew what was in her hand was a butcher's knife and the damage it would do could be irreparable, but as she realized there wasn’t a single breath of air coming through her, she just went for it. Stabbing the knife into the man’s body and almost immediately he fell to the ground letting her go to slide down the wall. 

“You stupid bitch.” He spat as he lay on the ground. His next move was where he made the mistake that took his life. Taking the knife out, he bled out within seconds. Not able to say anything, just fight for air like Lara was moments ago. 

Lara sobbed. Not for the loss of his life but for the fact that she had caused someone's loss of life. 

Lara exited the bathroom with her change of clothes on. As she entered the kitchen she saw the plate of food on the island waiting for her and Frankie scrolling on her iPad as she sat on the counter. 

“Thanks.” Lara said as she dug into the food, not holding back, there was only so long a candy bar and bag of peanuts could hold someone over. 

Frankie smiled and let the girl eat in peace while she also ate a plate of food. Eventually the two began small talk, which turned into friendly talk about their past. They weren’t complete strangers, the two had known each other when they were younger teenagers. They were friends in fact, but once things started to go down hill with her family, Frankie was one of the people that Lara pushed away with ease. 

“So why are you in Oakland?” Lara asked as she leaned back in the bar height chair with her now empty plate in front of her. 

“Finishing up my last semesters of school before I come back down. I’m surprised my dad didn’t mention it on the way over. He’s counting down the days until I’m home.”  

“If it means anything, he didn’t really mention much on the ride. He hasn’t changed at all.” Lara smiled. 

“They never do.” Frankie said with deeper meaning behind her words but keeping the conversation going so the statement went by in passing.

“Must be nice to have him want you around. Bishop practically pushed me out the door when Aiden died.” 

The mention of Lara’s dead brother was said with no emotion and such ease, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed to Frankie. 

“Although they live a very similar life, there are differences, being the president of a MC versus a member, even an office patch.” Frankie explained. “I’m sure he did what he thought was right, but that probably didn’t feel good for you.” She validated the girl. 

“Just very accustomed to losing people, you know.” 

“This life, being the daughter of– whatever the fuck you want to call it, the MC, of an outlaw, it’s very… unique.” Frankie explained. 

“Unique is what you describe something from a thrift store, this life, is fucking traumatizing.” Lara bluntly said. 

“I’m used to being the only blunt person around.” Frankie laughed. 

“I guess you met your match.” Lara raised her eyebrows. 

“Match made in hell.” Frankie retorted and both girls laughed. 

The two of them did dishes and wiped the counters down as they talked and just bullshit the rest of the night away until both of them decided to retreat to the living room. Both of them sat on the couch and watched some late night cartoon that was on TV but neither of them were truly watching it, they were both in their own thoughts. Lara digesting the events that happened earlier while Frankie digested the best way to handle everything moving forward. 

“I’m sure they deserved it, you know.” Frankie said to break the silence, not expecting a reply.  “Not sure what happened but in most cases, it’s usually you or them. And you gotta put yourself first cause otherwise, no one else will.” Frankie added on. “You don’t have to talk about it, yet. But if you want to, I’m here.” Frankie paused before taking her eyes off the girl and back to the TV. 

Lara didn’t give an answer, a trait she carried over from her father, but simply draped the blanket she had on over Frankie’s legs to show her she was thankful and appreciative of her and the two sat in silence for the rest of the night letting their thoughts ruminate and their friendship blossom.

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Contaminated (7/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing) A/N: A quick little update that’s going to ultimately push our girl Lara really deep into some S H I T.  There was a lot more I wanted to put in this chapter but we would have been pushing like 7k words so I figured I’d split em up. Happy reading :)  Chapter Index TW: 18+, mentions of blood, murder, death, violence and alcohol. 

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The weeks went on pretty much the same. Frankie and Lara were settling into living on their own just fine. They spent nights out and about at bars and clubs and days nursing the hangover and going to work to make the money they used to make those nights out possible. This morning was no different from the others, Lara rolled out of bed and crawled to the shower. After doing the minimal amount of work to get ready she made her way to the kitchen following the smell of a fresh pot of coffee.  As Lara passed the living room, she glanced over at Frankie who was sitting on the couch with her sunglasses on and a steaming mug in her hand. 

“Glad to see you’re alive,” Lara snorted and grabbed the pot. 

“You’re the one who blacked out,” Frankie retorted as she casually sipped on the black coffee. 

“I’m going to the club, got a call about a copper pick up and wanna let Chucky know,” Lara poured the rest of the boiling liquid from the pot into the travel cup. The smell alone was bringing her slowly back to life. Frankie was a woman of many talents but making the perfect cup of coffee was for sure at the top of that list. 

“Mm.” Frankie hummed to acknowledge what her best friend had said and just settled deeper into the couch. 

Lara grabbed her bag and keys as she left the house, making sure to lock the door behind her because there was a 100% chance that Frankie was going to fall back asleep. 

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Luckily, the clubhouse was relatively empty when she arrived. It was still morning on a Saturday so it made sense. Her eyes scanned over the bikes to see who had been there. She knew each member's bike, not just by the body style and paint jobs but by the little details that were so on brand for each personality. 

The long braided biker whip that was connected to Hank’s handlebars proved he was not to be fucked with. It looked nice from a far but when provoked, had a mean sting. That along with the batwing fairing cowl that matched the man’s broad shoulders, his bike looked like him. 

Next to it was Creeper’s bike. To the untrained eye, the bike could have been mistaken for anyones, but not someone who was around enough to see how much dedication and effort he put into things. He was always working on stuff, whether that be taking scrap from the yard and making something practical or useful again, installing cameras and security around the perimeter of the lot, or working on the mechanics of his bike. Lara had always seen him installing new parts, that while they might not have stood out, they made the bike faster, stronger, and honestly cooler. The shininess of the metal along the blacked out bike glistened in the sun and allowed the sparkle of the bike next to it to gleam even more than it originally did. 

And that bike? That bike was ‘The Breakout’. Bishop’s bike. Lara could pick that bike out of any lineup, even on a highway going 100mph, she’d be able to recognize it anywhere. Not just by looks but by sound also, it rumbled at a pitch that none of the others did. It was blacked out and the body pieces were painted an emerald metallic green that had little black details on it you could only see if you were lucky enough to stand close to it. That green. Lara was the one who picked it out for Bishop’s first bike years ago and he never changed it, even when he changed bikes. 

“Green,” Lara said without looking at her father and then nodded as she repeated the word again, “green.” 

“Green like money?” Bishop frowned and shot his head back not expecting that color choice from his daughter. 

The girl met his eyes for a moment before smirking, “green like envy.” 

Bishop’s face turned to a grin as he looked from the girl to the bike. His head began to nod as his hand lightly traced around the body of the bike, “green like envy,” he mumbled. 

To Lara, that green not only symbolized the envy of everyone who looked at it and wanted either the bike itself or to be like the person driving it, but it also symbolized other things about her father. She had later googled what green could mean and found things such as the military, eternal life, and luck. Which Lara found ironic, because in her googling she found that the South American symbolization of green was defined as death, and if that were true Bishop was going to need a lot of luck. 

Lara luckily was able to snag Chucky just as he was leaving the lot, letting him know about the copper bid and all the details of who he should bring and where it was. He gave her some paperwork and a note for Bishop that someone left for him in the mailbox. Lara didn’t think twice of it, he was a well-known and high in demand person to talk to in this town. 

As she stepped to the clubhouse, the sound of silence hit her, it was beautiful. Especially on a Saturday morning when she was as hungover as she was. Her eyes scanned the room to see Creeper standing at the bar, and the templo doors closed. 

“What, you weren’t asked to brunch with the boys?” Lara teased the private templo meeting going on as she skipped over to the bar and jumped on the high stool. 

Creeper chuckled, “nah, invite only event.”

“What a shame,” Lara smiled as she rested her elbows on the bar. 

Creeper kept fidgeting with whatever he was fixing or installing before moving to grab a beverage for the girl. 

“What can I get ya, lil mamas?” he held a beer up to ask if she wanted it, while he didn’t drink himself, he wouldn’t stop those around him from their normalities, and in the clubhouse drinking was a normality. 

“Beer at 10 in the morning Creep? Who do you think I am?” Lara inhaled as if she was appalled that the man would offer her alcohol this early. 

His face dropped for a minute, not because he was nervous, but because he was simply confused. There had been plenty of mornings where he saw the girl not just drunk but what he would always call “keeping the night alive”. 

“You ain’t gonna offer me a mimosa or anything?” Lara quickly jumped back at the man so he knew she was joking. “I mean just because the big boys are having brunch doesn’t mean we can’t,” her back was now against the bar chair as her shoulders shrugged.

“Now, if you expect me to pull a fuckin’ champagne bottle out from behind this bar, I know you really done lost it.”

Lara let out a breathy laugh at his comment. She had always enjoyed her short conversations with Creeper, he knew how to give back the attitude without being rude and that was something Lara enjoyed. 

“Give me the beer,” she leaned forward again, waving her hand at him to bring the cold brew in her direction. 

“You look like shit,” her father’s voice now filled the quiet ambiance of the clubhouse. 

The chair swivelled in his direction as she rested her right elbow on the bar with the beer loosely dangling from her fingertips, her left arm rested comfortably on the chair back. 

“And to think people tell me I look like you,” Lara’s head turned to the side as she made a grinning expression to mock the man. 

Bishop wasn’t laughing, in fact, he looked worn out which made the girl bite back anymore humorous comments. 

“What’s wrong?” her tone 180ed as it held sincerity in it. 

“Been a long night.” 

Typical. Short and sweet response. Lara nodded and went to press more but Bishop kept talking. 

“What brings you here so early on a Saturday?” Bishop stood against the corner of the bar, leaning against the wooden slab that had seen the best and worst of anyone who dared to drink off it. 

“I got a call from my copper connect on a bid going on in Campo, wanted to let Chucky know. Plus, haven’t seen you in a while so I figured I’d run my luck and catch you here.” 

“You didn’t think I’d be home?” Bishop asked less frustrated as the thought of his daughter coming to check on him. 

“I guess I know you better than you thought,” Lara shrugged. 

“I think the right wording is you know me better than I’d like you to,”  Bishop raised his eyebrows. 

“I’m heading downtown later today just to do some shopping, you need anything? I’ll bring it by the house,” Lara was jumping down from the bar, still with her hand on the half drunk beer. 

“I’m alright, I had the prospect wrap me up some of the barbecue shit from the party last night. It’ll last me a couple days,” Bishop waved the girl off. 

“Ah, so that’s where the young and impressionable were last night. We missed them at Tops.” 

“How can you possibly miss them when you’re out every other night with them?” Bishop chuckled. 

“Same as I miss this beer the minute the bottle leaves my lips,” Lara finished the drink and placed the empty on the table. 

“You sound like an alcoholic.”

“And you sound like a party pooper,” Lara kissed the man goodbye. 

“Just please keep your head on straight,” his tone was deliberate. 

Lara stopped in her walk and turned around to look her dad in the eyes, “Hey, my bills are paid. I work 6 days a week, I volunteer to help teach kids, and I stock your fridge up for you,” she pointed at him with the last words. 

“Touché,” he lifted his hands up. 

“Oh before I forget, Chucky gave me these to give you. It’s like bills and shit,” she was stepping back towards him with the pile of mail in her hand, extending it out to him. He looked down at her wrist to see Aiden’s name engraved on a bracelet she was wearing. “Soph made it for me,” her other hand raised up to move the piece of jewelry around so he could see it better. 

Bishop simply nodded and grabbed the letters from her hand. “Thanks for comin’ in and making sure shit with the yard stays straight.” 

Lara nodded back, disappointed they weren’t able to talk about Aiden, or really anything going on for that matter. 

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Lara strolled downtown picking up groceries and just enjoying the morning on the strip. Her mind was in a million places, and good ones at that. Aside from the distance Bishop was putting between them, life was good and as the sun beat down on her face she couldn’t help but smile. 

As she made her way towards Sophie’s shop her eyes looked over the couple of people that were walking by her, offering smiles and good morning pleasantries. 

“Buenos,” her lips curved at the other locals. 

“Buenos Dias, Lara.” The voice was piercing, and she recognized it immediately. At first she thought she was hearing things, but when their eyes connected hers darted away once she was able to confirm it wasn’t just in her head. She was scared and ready to run, which wasn’t like her. Lara went to walk away but the man grabbed her arm. 

“I thought we’d seen the last of you 5 years ago.” The man’s grip got tighter as his smile grew wider. 

Lara said nothing as she shot daggers at him. “Not sure if you heard but Jesse died,” he paused to read her face, but when she didn’t flinch one single muscle, he kept talking. “Not too long after you mysteriously disappeared from Lodi, actually,” his conniving, cocky voice hit her ears sending chills through her body. 

“I heard, sorry for your loss,” she looked down to see the Calaveras kutte sitting smug on his shoulders. In that moment, she tried to squirm her way out of his hold but had no luck. The action went unnoticed by the bystanders on the street, but luckily one person had been watching from their father’s shop across the street. 

“Let me go,” Lara’s tone mimicked her father’s almost perfectly. 

“Is that what Jesse said when you murdered him?”

His words were like venom, her stomach was in knots, and she wanted to throw up, the memories of that night five years ago flooded her brain, the blood, the smell of rust, that feeling of uncertainty was rushing her thoughts, but her face stayed neutral, another thing she learned from her father. 

“I said, let me the fuck go,” not bothering to answer his question, just keeping her grounded stance. 

“You know when we found my cousin in a pool of blood in his own home, we really thought it was the Sons. They were messy enough to leave that reaper pin behind. We believe that so much so that we started a fuckin’ 5 year war with them. Every Calaveras charter fell apart, due to loss of life, loss of funds,” he kissed his teeth, “shit, only ones left are about 10 of my guys in my charter.”

Lara’s eyes moved again to the kutte to see the office patch sitting brand new on his chest. It was so new she was surprised she hadn’t noticed the brightness of it before. Vice President. 

“Again, I’m sorry for your loss,” Lara squirmed again, this time her mind was going a mile a minute. Is that why her dad went to go up north to Charming? How much did they actually know? Did Bishop know any of this?

“You’re damn right, you’re sorry,” the spit from his statement hit her in the face causing her to flinch backwards and her nerves to back down and the anger to rise up. “You’re the one who fuckin’ killed him!” Although his voice was at a whisper she could hear the animosity in those words, the blame, and she could also sense his pain, and that was what she was going to focus on because that was the weakness that could help her out of this situation. 

As the words escaped his mouth, she let the saliva build up in her mouth and instantly shoot from her mouth and hit his face, spitting it directly in the middle of his face, “I said let me the fuck go.” 

Lara was now even more gripped up as the anger rose in the man as well. 

“Pretty sure the lady told you to let her go,” another voice joined them. 

Lara looked to the side to see Angel standing there nonchalantly with a toothpick in his mouth that rolled around as he played with it. 

“And who the fuck are you?” the guy frowned and did a double take when he saw the kutte Angel was wearing.

“Don’t matter who I am,” Angel said with a shrug now leaning against the garbage bin that was about three feet to the left of the two. “You should leave her alone,” he nodded and frowned his face sarcastically. 

“Or what you’re going to beat me up,” he squinted towards the patch, “El Secretario,” the man laughed as he caught a glimpse of the kutte resting on Angel’s body. 

Angel laughed and shook his head, not even giving a single thought to get up in the man's face because he knew he didn’t need to. 

“Nah, but she will,” the words left his mouth effortlessly. 

The comment made Lara look at Angel a little differently for a split second. He wasn’t being a complete jerk, or trying to do the ‘hero - get the girl’ type of thing. He was genuinely concerned for the girl and letting her keep control of the situation. 

Lara yanked her arm free and let another drop of drool exit her mouth next to the man’s shoe. “Let’s go,” Lara said looking at Angel and nodded her head for them to leave. 

“Don’t do that,” the man clutched her up again before she had the chance to walk away and with that movement she spun her arm out of his grip and pushed him away.

Angel was now standing up ready to jump in. 

“The last person who put their hands on me, you found dead laying in their blood, and let me tell you for some badass bikers,” her eyes moved up and down with disgust at the man, “you’re a bunch of pussies.” 

With that, she walked by Angel, standing behind him waiting for him to take lead. 

It took a lot for Angel not to beat the man up, who he was now realizing was just a kid, probably 19-20 years old. The kid was laughing on the ground from the push Lara gave him but Angel figured the best option was to just get Lara anywhere but here as the murmurs and whispers filled the street. 

“Come on, let's go.” Angel guided the girl across the street. She felt like melting into him which was not like her, she felt helpless, dependent, a burden, along with a lot of other stressful emotions. Everything she was feeling brought her back to who she was years ago and she hated every moment of it. 

They stepped into the butcher shop and Angel gave the girl her space. Luckily it had just been the two of them in there, Angel’s father had gone into the cooler in the back which was practically sound proof. 

“You aight?” The seat he grabbed screeched as he flipped it around closer and motioned for her to sit while he opened the refrigerator and handed her a cold soda. 

He retreated to lean on the window waiting for her response.

“Honestly?” she looked up at him with tears forming in her eyes, “no.” Her head shook from left to right as she brought the soda up to her forehead to cool her down. The adrenaline was now starting to fade and the fear and anxiety was becoming more noticeable. 

“That’s ok,” Angel just nodded, not knowing how to handle the situation. 

“You don’t need to deal with this,” she shook her head and stood up to walk out the door but Angel also stood to stop her. 

As he approached her, even in the most innocent of ways, the girl flinched back almost like she had burned herself on something hot. 

He lifted his hands up immediately and apologized. 

“Sorry,” he nervously stepped back, “just... you’re good, Lara,” he said with a soft tone, “you don’t gotta put up an act. I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Right.” She said sarcastically letting her normal self come back for a little. 

Angel laughed. “Look, I know I’m a dick but I’m not that much of a dick. This seems like serious shit. I can call Bishop, get him down here–”

“No!” her voice was earsplitting and caused Angel to step back and scrunch his face up. “You cannot tell Bishop, you gotta let me bring it up…” her voice cracked, “It’s family shit.” 

“The dude was wearing a VP kutte, Lara, seems like it’s club shit,” Angel said back to her. In that moment she realized this was the most she talked to the man in years. 

“Didn’t you see the rocker? It’s the Calaveras, they aren’t shit, just let me fuckin’ handle it,” Lara was now moving to leave the shop. 

“If I trust you on this, you can’t burn me.” Angel said as Lara’s hands were about to push open the door. His eyes looked down on her as they both stood next to each other by the entrance of the shop. 

“Just like I trusted you and you burned me?” The words left Lara’s mouth before she could even think them through. 

Angel’s face dropped, it could've been unnoticeable if she blinked, but the fall of his expression was enough to make Lara speak again. 

“You can trust me.”

[garbinge]

Contaminated (6/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing) also a little EZ Reyes x OC Frankie Loza action as wellllll. 

A/N: A little chapter update on my birthday! I had to hit you with some more tension between Lara and Angel, I’m sorry lol. This honestly is just a fun little update. Happy Friday!

Chapter Index

TW: 18+ due to mentions of drugs and alcohol. Also some attitude and angst. I promise it’ll get fluffy in the near future lol. 

Word Count: 4.3k words

Taglist: @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc​ @alienstardust​ @mrsstevenbuchananstark

Coco huffed as he placed one of the cardboard boxes down in the furthest bedroom down the hall. 

“The fuck you got in there? Rocks?” Coco’s face contorted as he stretched out his back and complained about the work he was doing. 

“Actually,” Lara looked delighted as she went over to him and opened the box. The sunlight from the bare window shined in and created a rainbow of reflections on different areas of the room. “Weren’t far off, they’re crystals for rings.”

Lara closed the box as Coco stood there in a little bit of shock. 

“Girls and their weird shit, man,” he mumbled as he exited the room to head back to the van and unpack whatever was left. 

He passed by EZ on his way out who was carrying a large pastel purple bean bag chair in his arms. 

“Purple’s really your color, prospect,” Lara joked as she followed Coco down the hall, “really brings out the green stitching on your kutte.” Her eyebrows moved up and down as she joked with him. 

“I’ll be sure to add some more purple to my wardrobe, but until then, where do you want this?” 

“Don’t ask me, that’s your girl’s.” Lara pointed to the first bedroom on her right that belonged to Frankie as she exited the hallway leading to the living room. 

EZ flashed that infamous grin of his as he shook his head and entered into the room to place down the large fluff and move onto whatever was next as well. 

Lara made her way outside, still behind Coco but they parted ways when she jogged over to her car to unpack whatever last few things were laying around in there. The trunk flew open and her hand rested on the black bumper sticker that read “cute but psycho” as she held the trunk up and grabbed the last few bags that held odds and ends of her life from Bishop’s. Her mouth curled into a smile as she picked up the frame that held a photo of her and Bishop when she was turning 5 years old. It was one of the few memories she had in her head of when her mother was still alive. If she thought about it hard enough, she could still remember what the birthday cake tasted like. Vanilla cake with strawberry jelly filling and sprinkles melted within the fluffed curves of the sponged loaf. One thing that always bothered her was that she could never remember her mothers voice, as hard as she tried, it was like it was erased from her memory, but her laugh. Her mothers laugh. That was something embedded into her mind. She remembered hundreds of little moments where Bishop would make the woman laugh and it made her heart warm. 

Her hand slammed the trunk closed and the figure that was standing hidden behind it was now in full view. Their presence caused Lara to jump for a moment but then a chuckle escaped from her mouth. 

“Trying to kill me?” She placed the odds and ends on the car as she turned towards her father. 

“I did tell you this would happen over someone’s dead body.” Bishop looked up at the house they were moving into.

“If my memory serves me right, I believe you said over your dead body.” Lara began to banter with her old man. 

“Keep pushing and I’ll bring your whole moving crew down with me.” He countered her statement with seriousness even though she knew he meant none of it. 

“Honestly the threat might make ‘em move faster,” a huff escaped her mouth as she glanced over to Coco mocking EZ with one of Frankie’s stuffed animals. 

“Can you fuckin’ not,” Frankie’s voice echoed from the porch as she stared down at the two grown men, one of them making high pitch noises pretending to be the bear in his hand. 

“My bad!” Coco called out and threw the animal into one of the handful of boxes left and trudged up the stairs with his head down like he was a child again and had just been reprimanded by a teacher. 

“I see you packed things that don’t belong to you.” Bishop had grabbed the picture frame and now was looking closely at it.

“Come on, grumpy. Make yourself useful and grab a box. You can help me find a place for my stolen memento inside.” She laughed picking up the stuff she placed on the car. 

“Make myself useful,” Bishop scoffed. “Like I haven’t been here all morning helping you,” he grabbed the box that was at her feet and waited for her to finish throwing everything into her bin. 

The house was pretty much unpacked, the guys were on unloading duty while Frankie and Lara unpacked and set things up the way they wanted. This was the last of a few days of them moving so besides the handful of boxes left, the big things were all set up, appliances, furniture, and tv. 

After Bishop and Lara placed the boxes down, she grabbed a couple frames and made her way right outside her doorway. 

“What do you think about both of these right here?” Her hands placed the frames on top of eachother a couple inches apart. The photo she was looking at outside along with the photo Bishop always carried on his person of his two kids. He sighed as he looked at them. 

“It’s a good spot.” He retreated back to the room and returned with a nail and hammer from the tool box that currently resided in her room. Quickly, he replaced himself where Lara was standing and hung the pictures up quickly and took a step back to get a look at them. A little smile formed on his face which Lara couldn’t resist making a comment. 

“Is that Bishop Losa with a smile on his face?” she shouldered her father as she stood next to him. 

“Those were some damn good memories,” the grin was still on his face. 

“You bet they were. You smashed my face into that cake probably 30 seconds after that photo was taken.” 

They both had the same familial smile on their face as they thought back to the days those pictures were taken. Standing side by side enjoying the moment in time where despite their disagreements, their problems with each other, or their issues as individuals they could remember they were family. 

The moment didn’t last long as more voices filled the house, causing both of the Losa’s to make their way towards the living room and kitchen. 

“I’m gonna have to come here with some shit from Home Depot and fix these light fixtures for you, get the right heighted person in here and that thing is going to fall right down.” Bishop pointed to the overhead light that was in pretty rough condition. 

“You know I was kidding about you fixing shit, right?” Lara said over her shoulder as she made her way to the kitchen counter and leaned forward against it just as Hank trudged over and placed a bin full of pots and pans on the kitchen island. His eyes wandered around now that he was done bringing in things. 

“It’s a nice place.” 

“Yea, couple houses down from my Pops’ place too.” EZ said as he treaded up the entryway stairs to the open kitchen and living room area with his final box in his hands. 

Hank glared at him for a moment, it had gotten out that Frankie and Ez were a thing when Creeper had walked in on them pretty close and comfy in the club house bathroom. He would have gladly covered for the two of them, Bishop and Hank had been right there to hear Creeper’s reaction which went a little like. “Woah hooo hooo” followed by a laugh and a “get em prospect.” The girls were 2 for 0 that night with hiding shit from their fathers. 

“Sorry, Hank.” EZ said without really knowing what he was apologizing for, but knowing it just felt right. 

“He’s a good kid, Uncle Hank.” Lara reached her hand out to lightly swat the man. “Plus I’m here, I’ll keep an eye out on them,” she smiled up at him. 

“Yea that’s what I’m worried about,” he laughed. 

Before she could respond, an arm was thrown around her shoulder and she looked up to see Bishop holding her and taking his turn to look around the home.

“Are you going to cry?” she laughed and leaned into her fathers embrace. 

“And what if I was?” he grunted at her and just soaked in the moment with his daughter. “It’ll be nice to have you close,” he said the words in a low whisper so only Lara could hear him. She didn’t make a big deal out of it, even though the words sent a feeling of comfort through her body, all she did was squeeze him a little tighter and nodded. 

“Yea it will.” 

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The small group of them relaxed in the living room with a couple of beers for the rest of the afternoon.  

Lara got up to go get another beer and get a light for the joint she wanted to smoke outside on the front porch. Managing to get Frankie’s attention without alerting the rest of the group, her best friend got up and they snuck out on the porch to have a moment together. 

“Figured we’d have a celebration of our own” Lara lit up the joint and passed it to Frankie to smoke first as they sat on the wicker furniture the landlord kept for the tenants on the decent sized deck. 

“My favorite kind of celebration.” The girl smiled and inhaled the marijuana smoke. 

“You know what else is my favorite celebration?” Lara took her turn in the small rotation. 

“Hm?” 

“Top’s Bar. Tonight.” Lara held her hand out to pass the celebratory blunt. 

“You know, I think this living together thing is going to work out very well for us.” Frankie agreed with Lara’s idea for a night out. 

“We should invite the guys too, buy them both a round for helping out since we ain’t got shit else to pay em.” 

The two leaned back in silence and sipped their beers and passed the weed back and forth to each other for a while just soaking in the moment. 

“You two together makes me nervous” Bishop joined the two girls on the porch. 

They laughed at his comment and Frankie handed him the joint. Bishop shook his head in decline which caused Lara to boo out loud. 

“Relax. You two owe me a raincheck on that. But I got a few hours of a ride ahead of me right now.” Bishop’s statement was lacking detail. 

“You’re headed up to SAMCRO already?” Coco said as he joined the girls outside to light his cigarette but replacing it with the weed Lara passed him. 

Lara was staring at her father hoping for more detail, whenever club stuff would be brought up in front of her she’d get gut feelings on whether or not it was something worth pushing for more answers, most of the time she let it go, it had to do with Galindo or the drug runs, but sometimes, she felt uneasy when she overheard things. The thoughts of everything that could go wrong would fill her brain and the spiral would begin. 

“I’ll be back tonight, not like I’ll have anyone at home waitin’ up for me.” He joked to deflect the conversation just as quickly as it got brought up and before anyone could follow up with more he was saying his goodbyes and within the next minute the bike was fading from a roar to a hum as he got further and further away. 

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Lara exited the cab and gave the driver a $20 to cover fare and tip. Her arm linked to Frankies as the two of them strutted towards the entrance of the bar they both frequented more often then they’d like to admit. Both of them dressed up but still casual for the night, not expecting anything but a laid back drunken night to celebrate their accomplishment together. 

“Hey Top, can we get two Tequila’s on the rocks with a splash of orange juice?” Frankie leaned over the bar and ordered from the bartender that they knew by name. 

“Coco and EZ coming?” Lara was taking a sip from the drink that just was placed in front of her and then quickly turned to the bartender before they left. “Can we also get two lemon drop shots, Top?” Her eyebrows raised up as she remembered. The key to drinking was to stagger throughout the night but before the guys got here she wanted to have a mini toast with just her best friend. 

“Yea, Coco said they’d head over after templo.” 

“Templo? Bish is back already?’ Lara fornwed not expecting that to be what Frankie said. 

“Feeling left out of Bishop’s life already?” She joked with the girl. 

“No, I just don’t get why I’m not kept in the loop.” 

“You’ll be kept an arm’s length away until the day you got one of those leather vests across your chest.” 

“No, you’re kept an arm’s length away. I’m kept in the dark.” Lara corrected the girl. 

“I know what you know, but you’re more eager to dive deep into the details of everything, I’m comfortable with knowing as little as possible. Less to analyze.” Frankie explained to the girl who nodded as she got what Frankie was saying, not that it made it any easier on her. 

The shots arrived in a timely manner and the conversation changed to a quick toast which is what got the night started.  

“Here’s to many more drunken nights where we will have to crawl up the porch stairs into our new place.” Frankie said as she held up the shot glass. 

“I’ll drink to that.” 

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The girls were well into drinking their way through the bar when a few of the guys arrived. Coco and EZ made their way over to the bar where Frankie and Lara were while some of the other guys that tagged along kept to their own devices in the bar. 

“You leave any drinks for the rest of us?” EZ laughed as he picked up one of the empty glasses that was decorating the bar amongst many others strewn across the surface. 

“TOP!” Frankie yelled as she leaned over the bar. “Do you have any more alcohol?” Her voice slurred but her pitch was smooth and her tone was earnest. 

“It’s a bar, Franks, yea I do.” The bartender shook their head as they wiped a glass clean. 

Frankie shot a look back to EZ who lifted his hands up with a grin. “Even though it was a joke, I stand corrected.” 

The night went on and the group of them chatted, drank, danced, laughed, pretty much every stage of a night out you could think of. 

Lara was well on her way of being too drunk to make reliable decisions, but she’d argue she wasn’t generally one to make those types of choices sober either. 

“I think I’m going to get Bishop a dog!!!” Lara screamed over the music to Coco and EZ while Frankie had stepped away to the bathroom. 

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.” Coco laughed as he blew the cigarette smoke out of his mouth. 

EZ smiled as he sipped his beer, he was enjoying the night out. He was still a prospect but hanging out with people who knew what the life was but also were still a little removed from it was comforting to him. He felt accepted. 

“I’m serious. It’s like– companionship…” Lara trailed off for a minute breaking eye contact with the men as she gathered her thoughts by taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Just as the sip was finished, her eyes went wide. “LOYALTY! You know?!” She got overly excited that her brain had processed what she wanted to get across. 

“What, the club ain’t enough companionship ‘n loyalty for him?” Coco laughed again, while he was on his way to being pretty buzzed he was nowhere near the level of impaired as Lara. 

“The day one of you cuddle with Bishop at the templo table is the day you can equally compare the club to a house pet.” Lara rolled her eyes and turned to EZ. 

“What’s your opinion, prospect?” 

“My opinion is that if you get Bishop a dog, I’m the one that’s going to be picking up after it.” 

Lara frowned and nodded her head from side to side in fake contemplation as she leaned on Coco’s shoulder. 

“Yea, I’m okay with that.” The both of them broke out into laughter. 

“Okay with what?” Frankie’s voice joined them again and Lara turned to her. 

“We’re getting Bishop a dog!!” 

“Cut her off.” Frankie said seriously before a smile grew on her face as she stepped towards EZ and found herself cuddling into his side. 

“Whatever. You guys suck. I’m going to the bathroom.” 

And with that she was making her way to the back of the bar where the storage closet and single bathroom resided. The one person stall was not typical for a bar, but Lara was thankful because it gave her the privacy to pull herself together. She took a couple minutes to adjust her outfit after exiting the stall. Splashing water on her face and just staring at herself in the mirror for a few moments. It was one of those times where she was so drunk she was trying to convince herself she wasn’t. Quickly she pulled her phone out to check her notifications and saw nothing that required immediate attention, just some instagram replies from her drunken story posts. Not quite ready to exit the bathroom yet and reemerge into the crowd of people, her lipgloss was now out and in hand ready to be reapplied. Luck was on her side because just before the applicator hit her lip there was a knock at the door that startled her.

“Be out in two seconds.” Her voice was still a little stammery from the drinks. Taking mental note of that, she’d make sure to drink one glass of water before drinking anything else with an alcoholic percentage in it. The gloss was reapplied in seconds and she was on her way. 

Her hand moved to the lock of the door and she swung it open with force but froze when she saw who was in front of her. 

Angel. 

His arm was resting on the doorframe, keeping his body standing tall, his head hanging down in front of him, clearly getting impatient by having to wait 1 minute for the bathroom to be unoccupied. The sound of the door opening made him jerk his head up, the neutral expression leaving his face for the look of unbelief and like someone was playing a sick joke on him. 

Lara read the room fast, it helped that seeing him not only sparked the emotion and anger within her, but it sobered her up a little. Who was she kidding, that moment sobered her up a lot, but not enough to hold back on the sass. 

“Trying to relive past regrets, Reyes?” She huffed as she walked by him. The memories of the night they shared in that exact bathroom filling her head followed by the absolutely shitty way he handled it the next day. Just as Angel was about to say something, Lara put her hand up. 

“Uh-uh,” she cut him off before a single syllable could leave his mouth. “Don’t talk to me.” She pushed by him and stomped to the bar. 

“Damn, you good?” Coco asked as he saw the girl make her way to the bar with purpose in her step and determination in her eyes.

“Two shots of tequila, Top.” 

Lara ignored Coco and waited for her order. The inebriated sense was fleeing her body and was being replaced with emotion she wasn’t prepared for and she needed to push it back down. 

After downing the shots like they weren’t even there in the first place, she turned to Coco and nodded and then made her way to the dance floor with a beer in hand. 

“You might wanna check on your girl,” Coco said as he spoke to Frankie as he nodded at the dance floor where Lara was now beginning to move in the center of the crowd. 

“Check on her? I think you mean join her.” Frankie grinned and joined her friend. 

The two girls moved around the dance floor together as each song came and went. Their hips swayed to the beat, both of them dancing like it was their last night on Earth and with the amount of alcohol they consumed that night it very well could have been. The sweat dripped down their skin as their bodies rolled in slow motion starting from their shoulders down to their abdomen and ending out at their hips in sync to the beat. The girls twirled around after that, connected by their hands in the air along with the rhythm. The lights covered some of their movements as they flashed but it didn’t stop either of them from showing off their moves. It didn’t go unnoticed either. People had their eyes on them. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Lara was gonna be here?” Angel said to his little brother as he strutted towards the bar. He spoke with a louder tone to be heard over the music, but not loud enough that anyone past EZ could hear him. 

EZ was taken aback for a moment, he hadn’t talked to his brother in a while, after the switching sponsors and shit they went through as a family recently, EZ didn’t realize days had gone by without them really having a conversation. 

EZ frowned at his older brother before wiping the expression and answering him, figuring he’d just go along with it. 

“Didn’t know you liked to take attendance to come have a drink.” 

“Man, shut up.” Angel shook his head and turned to Top to get a drink. “Shit just gets mad annoying when she’s around.” 

“I wonder why that is.” EZ teased his brother with a grin. 

The two of them fell back into their normal badgering routine. At the end of the day they were blood. There’d always be bumps in the road, but just as that fact would always be true, so would the one where they’d always have eachothers back. No matter what. 

Angel paused to glare at his brother but let it go to grab his beer and turn around to lean his back against the bar. 

“How’s lover’s paradise.” Angel decided he’d tease his brother right back, but he was genuinely curious. 

“Jealous?” EZ laughed. 

Angel huffed a chuckle out of his mouth before replacing the missing breath with a sip of beer.

The brothers were masters at getting under each other's skin, EZ always having a smart aleck response while Angel was almost always ready to argue with him. The two of them kept quiet for a couple moments, nodding their heads to the music, enjoying their drinks while everyone else in the bar kept moving along doing their own thing. EZ let his eyes scan around the building, taking in the scene around him while Angel was focused on one specific person in the room, someone who was practically always on his mind whether he liked to admit it or not. 

Watching Lara move not only brought back memories but it made him feel a type of way. At first it was neutral, but that quickly changed when he saw a man make his way through the crowd to dance behind her, pushing his body flush against hers. What really pushed him over was the fact that she didn’t flinch or put any distance between her and the stranger, she went along with it. The motions she was making against the atmosphere before were now happening against someone’s body. He felt the anger in his stomach begin to form a pit, but the thing that made him the most angry was the fact that there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. Ultimately he put himself in this position whether he meant to or not. It was easier to “hate” the girl than to use two ounces of emotional brain power to figure out what he really wanted. 

“You don’t have to keep up the act.” EZ interrupted Angel’s emotional process. 

“Huh?” Angel turned to his brother. 

“Just go dance with her, bro. Put us all out of our misery watching you two bitterly pine over each other.” 

Angel looked at his brother in shock for a moment, he hadn’t told anyone about the night with Lara. And the idea that EZ could be smart enough to know his brother enough to notice what was going on, was foreign to Angel.  Truthfully, Angel didn’t even know himself well enough to notice what was going on in his own head. He pushed everything away and filled it with booze, girls, and club shit. The MC trifecta. 

Angel’s lack of response was plenty for EZ to get fed up with. 

“Well while you mope around, I’ll be in lover’s paradise.” EZ retreated to the dance floor and grabbed Frankie by the hips bringing her close to him. 

Although Angel had still been mad at his brother and even his father, it was nice seeing him happy for once and not so deep into the shit that life had served him. 

Angel stood in the same place for a moment staring at the dance floor for what he told himself would be another minute but quickly turned into five. Just as he finished his beer he noticed he caught Lara’s eye. They held their glance for three seconds, which felt like eternity for both of them but with the tension building and neither one of them having the emotional capacity to realize what really was happening between them, they both looked away and continued on with the night like nothing happened.

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Contaminated (Prologue)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

A/N: First off THANK YOU to everyone’s feedback!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first chapter of this story!! It means the world to me!!! My heart is so full. <3 Another HUGE thank you to @drabbles-mc also! If you’re not following her definitely check out her work, her writing is top tier and honestly she is just the best. This is just a little prologue summary situation. I’ll be posting Chapter 2 (and potentially chapter 3?) later tonight along with some new OC moodboards of some characters you’re going to meet but hope this holds you over until then! 

Chapter Index

TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, again t r a u m a. 

Word Count: 534 words

Contaminated Taglist: @est1887​ (Let me know if you want to be added)

A lot can happen during a lifetime, for Lara Barrera Losa a lot happened in the first quarter of her lifetime. By the time she turned 25 she had lost her mother, her little brother, and the close connection she shared with her step-mother. 

As a young teenager her family moved around a lot due to her father’s work with her uncle, so she had grown up familiar with loss. First, losing her mom at the age of 5, then the loss of control when her father had decided to remarry, then that was followed by the loss of friends through each move. This was constant until Bishop had eventually decided to settle them in Santo Padre. 

Luckily, as time passed, Lara grew close with her step-mother, Antonia. She was someone that stepped in and not only proved herself loyal to the girl, but she helped heal her and essentially raise her.

Lara thought the feeling of loss would be one of the past. She had found friendship in Francesca Loza, Frankie, as most people called her, all while Bishop got deep into the MC life. Frankie was the one person who understood the lifestyle Lara now lived. Being the daughter of an outlaw was unique to say the least, but some of the best friendships are formed through the strangest bonds. 

But loss, it followed Lara like a lost puppy. Aiden, her little brother, had died in a tragic car accident. That alone drove a wedge into the family. The pain became unbearable, for all of them. Bishop, Antonia, and Lara. Soon enough, all of them just consumed themselves with other things. Lara with secluding herself, Bishop with the club, and Antonia with becoming the town’s mayor which just pushed the wedge deeper. An outlaw and a government official wasn’t exactly the leader in power couples, it was more of a guaranteed relationship failure. Eventually, the two had divorced and although Lara talked to the woman often, things were never the same.

Bishop didn’t stop pushing people away with Antonia. He couldn’t look at Lara without seeing her late mother, without seeing Aiden, hell, without seeing Antonia in her actions. The lack of attention and love was enough to make Lara leave and go right into the arms of potentially the worst mistake she’d make in her life. Bishop let it happen, he wasn’t a strict parent to begin with and with his mind elsewhere he didn’t have the energy to argue. But if he knew who she was getting involved with, maybe that would have changed things.

Fast forward some time, after Lara thought she lost everything she possibly could, she then lost an innocence in her she didn’t know she even possessed, the innocence of never killing someone. 

Now, Lara was back and living in the town that she swore she’d leave, the town she swore was cursed. It was only supposed to be temporary, she was just going to stay until her father had gotten back on his feet, but that never truly happened. So here she was, back in Santo Padre, where everywhere she looked was a memory ready to haunt her, and new memories ready to be made. 

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Francesca “Frankie” Loza. 

“Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.”

Meet Frankie. Hank’s daughter + Lara’s bestie. 

Chapter Index

Other Links: Lara Losa, Contaminated Playlist