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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 3 years ago

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Mayans MC Cowboy AU

Trouble

Pairing: Cowboy!Bishop Losa x Female!Reader

Summary: Your father's wrapped up in dodgy dealings, and Bishop has come to collect. Your dad doesn't have the money, but that's alright. Bishop's willing to wait.

A/N: Just a little something cause I'm obsessed with the idea of outlaw Bishop out in the ol' west.

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Your heart hammered hard, steadily replacing the pistons that had ceased to chuff when the train ground to a halt. The brakes had screeched on like a shot horse and soon a din rose in the air as everyone whispered and tried to work out what had happened.

One minute you had been sitting slyly itching at yourself, complaining about trivial matters; You didn’t want to wear the silly scratchy dress, you didn’t want to go meet your fathers horrible old friends, you didn’t want to trek across the country on a speeding train. The next thing you knew you were left gasping as men flooded into the cramped carriage like roguish pirates.

They crashed in, barrelling through windows and doors, grinning wildly as they held your fellow passengers at gunpoint. Cigar smoke and gun powder filled your senses and you could’ve sworn the lace curtains on the windows were wilting in their presence. You’d never seen men like them in your life, big brutes all clad in leather and bandoliers, they were the stuff of nightmares and scary stories. They were terrifying.

“Everyone settle down, we’re not here to cause trouble for you all. We got a bone to pick with one man and one man only,” a booming voice declared.

Your eyes shifted to the source of the call and you froze as he stalked forward through the throng of passengers and bandits and into view. He was a stocky man, his square jaw stood out to you, that and his thick dark moustache and fiery eyes. You sucked in air through your teeth as you regarded him, realising you’d seen him before. You squinted in recognition.

The man from the wanted posters that littered the surrounding towns like tumbleweeds. Bishop Losa. The outlaw and his band of Mayans.

“Ah, here we are,” he grinned, his eyes seemingly landing on you and your father.

Oh heavens! Surely not?

People murmured and watched as he made his way to your table, his boots were rattling the wood as he walked. Bishop commanded the carriage, everyone sat stock still as they watched him, as they looked around at the gunmen holding them in their seats. They were all scared to death, none of them attempting to move or draw attention to themselves should they find themselves at the mercy of a dirty metal barrel.

There was so much happening, your brain was running at a hundred miles an hour trying to comprehend what this man could possibly want with your family. With your father.

“Mr.Doe! You look surprised to see me,” Bishop chuckled humorlessly. “You really thought you could get away with it didn’t you? Hm? Tell me, did you think I really wouldn’t seek retribution?”

Your father clenched his jaw and stared up at him defiantly. He must’ve been the only passenger in the carriage that could bear the weight of the outlaw’s gaze. Your mouth hung open as you watched them stare each other down and you furiously wondered what on earth your father would have done to upset the outlaw. How on earth were they even connected?

Your father was a banker for crying out loud, he spent his days at work and his nights at home grumbling and upholding order. He’d sooner pour over his bible than pour a drink and you were quite sure he’d sooner cut his hands off than place a bet or touch a woman he wasn’t married to. Given this, it seemed impossible that he’d be mixed up with a man like Bishop.

“What do you want?” Your father finally ground out.

“All business, hmm? Well, let’s get into it then. What do you think I want?”

Bishop hiked his boot up on the seat next to you and made you Yelp. Your screech drew his attention and you shrank away from him as you locked eyes, quickly diverting your gaze. You whimpered as you felt his hand graze your shoulder and twirl into your hair, praying for it all to end. Praying he’d take his coin or whatever it was he wanted and presumably ride off the same way he came. His warm touch was making your flesh burn, scandalising you with his boldness.

You’d never been touched by another man like this. No one would have dared, especially not in front of your father.

“I can get you whatever you want, Mr Losa. Just, please…leave my family out of it,” your father breathed, his voice going soft as he spoke of you.

“Oh, how sweet. A concerned father looking out for his daughter. You put on such a good show Harry,” Bishop snorted. “Very well then, let's have that be the last of the pretence. I want the money. I want every single damn cent!”

You gasped as Bishop gripped his hand around your arm and dragged you toward his chest. It was when you saw the big gun that he gripped in his worn hand that you screamed, screamed as you realised it was being pointed up against your throat and toward your head. He was going to shoot you if he didn’t get what he wanted, you realised with horror.

The warm metal felt like a hot iron, it felt like it was scalding you, you wanted to scratch and scrape to get away. You wanted to scream and shout. Though you knew better than to anger the bandit while he had a gun to your head. He’d be more than happy to dispatch you, you thought.

“I don’t have that sort of money on me Bishop,” your father growled, his voice sounding strained.

This was the most rattled you’d ever seen him. Through your hot tears you saw his face twist with horror and you whined out, hoping that he could fix this. You prayed Bishop would just take whatever he had and be satisfied with it. How much money could he really be expecting from a man like your father.

“I thought you might say that,” Bishop smirked, nuzzling his scratchy face against yours. “Which is why we’re going to have a trade. In two weeks you’ll meet me at midday at Blood Gulch. You come alone or you lose your chance.”

A trade?

You frowned, watching on confused at your father cast his wary glance from Bishop and toward you, looking furious. What was he going to trade, you wondered, what could he possibly have that your father would want?

“Bishop please, you can’t take her, I-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! I’m the one with the gun here,” Bishop thundered “Now, do we have an understanding?”

Your face paled as you realised exactly what Bishop intended to trade. He was going to take you. He was going to take you and keep you locked up for two weeks with all of his horrid entourage snapping at your heels. You could only guess at what depraved notions those men would have about you, and though you knew your guesses would be tame in comparison, you didn’t like them.

“Please,” you whimpered, “Please don’t take me.”

“Shh, darling, this’ll all be over soon. As long as your daddy agrees to my deal, no harm will come to you,” Bishop murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

Your father growled and slammed his fist on the table, looking away from you both and out of the window searching for an answer in his head. Clearly, he didn’t have any. He sighed and hung his head, eventually nodding slowly.

“I promise, I will do as you wish. Though I expect that in the time leading up to our meeting you will leave my daughter unharmed…and unspoiled,” he said, gritting out the last part.

You gasped as you processed what he said and in your haze of anger you lost yourself as you were led out of the carriage and toward a big brutish horse. It huffed out at you both as you approached, knocking you back to your senses. Suddenly you’d realised the gun had been removed from under your chin, the phantom of it still burned at you, but it was gone.

He surely couldn’t shoot you now if he needed to trade you.

You yelped and started running, digging your boots into the sand and making a break for it. You panted, scampering your way across the desert plains, ready to run all the way back to civilisation if you had to, but all too soon you were stopped short.

One of Bishop’s big men latched his arm around you and you gasped as you brought to the ground with a jarring thump. You screamed out, kicking your legs, trying to scratch his arms, though the lanky man didn’t let up. At least not until he’d tied your arms to your sides with a length of thick scratchy rope that only dug in worse as sand filled the cords.

“Get off of me you monster! You will unhand me at once, this is inappropriate you fiend! Get off,” you yelled.

“Callate!” The stranger shouted, startling you.

You were pretty sure that it was Spanish and you were convinced he was telling you to be quiet. Though, you had no way of knowing. You glared up at the man and cursed him, cursing his braids, cursing his tattoos, cursing his glowering eyes. How did he have the nerve to treat you like this?

“Easy, Coco. Here, hand her over,” Bishop grinned. “This one seems like trouble.”

“No! No you- you- you heathen! I’m not an object, do not hand me to anyone,” you shouted, trying to wiggle against your bonds to no avail.

“Oh darling, you’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” Bishop said, drawing you to him and dragging you back to his horse. “The sooner you learn your place, the sooner things get a lot easier for you girl.”

“My place! My place is back with my father, you must let me back, you have to-”

You were cut off as Bishop used your ranting as an opportunity to force a scarlet bandanna between your lips and tied it around your head. You yelled out, utterly affronted at what he was doing to you, in complete disbelief that he had the nerve to gag you. Who the hell did he think he was?

“I do not have to do anything that you say, in fact it’s quite the opposite. Let's straighten things out, shall we girl? The name’s Bishop Losa, you will treat me and my men with the same respect as you treat your father or you’ll come to regret it. Now, when I say you’ll come to regret it, I don’t mean I’ll make you miss a meal, I mean that you’ll get the strap. For now, I want you to stay on the horse and don’t try anything stupid,” Bishop huffed out, lugging you onto his horse. “Do I make myself clear, Miss Doe?”

You widened your eyes at his threat and breathed hard against the gag, shocked that he’d threaten you with something so sever. Where was his humanity? You surveyed his worn face and honey eyes, begging for him to change his mind, looking for him to have a scrap of decency. Though, soon it became clear that you would be waiting a long time.

You nodded, relaxing atop the horse and bristling again when Bishop jumped up behind you and smothered you against his chest. You were tied up, you would have to wait till your next chance to escape, for now you would have to do as he said.

You had no choice.

“I’m glad we could reach an understanding Miss.Doe,” Bishop smirked, pulling the reins and yelling out to the horse. “I look forward to spending some time with such a lovely smart lady such as yourself.”

#bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #Cowboy!Bishop Losa #mayans fanfic #mayans au #mayans mc #michael irby

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hermankopusortizorsumshite · 4 years ago

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Don’t Call Me Daisie Mae.

WARNINGS” honestly I don’t know, I’m so tired. Read at your own risk.

Daisie Mae Grady, the daughter of the late Michael Marsden Grady, a military man with a big heart. She was her father’s baby, his world, his sun and his moon. He was her knight in shining armor, her protector. He also taught her a lot of self-defense and to ‘take no shit’.

As she pulls into the lot of the Romero Brothers Scrapyard, she finds the nerves eating away at her. Her father had told her so many beautiful stories about Santo Padre, but she didn’t even really have a chance to look as she was busy finding this hole-in-the-wall bar place her father had spoken of so many times. Stepping out of her car, she takes in the view around her. The dustiness floating around her like smoke, the crinkled up car parts and twisted metal, the short man blowing spitballs at a big man with full sleeves. He misses the big, burly man and hits her directly in the neck.

“Oh shit!”

“Goddamn it Coco! She hasn’t been here five minutes!”

“My bad!” The smaller man calls as he pushes his tousled hair from his eyes and waves. The thinner man was sort of charming, with his crooked nose and impish grin, childlike behavior.

“It’s alright!” She waves with a giggle, heading up the steps. Coco, as she’s recalled, jogs up to her, pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“You at the right place, Ma?” He asks, very serious.

“I think so, Romero Brothers? Mayans MC hangout?” She asks, looking at the door and waving to the plaque on the door. Her southern twang catches Coco off guard and he just grins at her for a moment.

“Ah, you here for someone?”

“Obispo Losa, actually.” She nods, smoothing down her thighs. With a quick nod, he swings open the door waving her through.

“Thanks, darlin’.” She drawls, sashaying in front of him. His eyes trail down her curves and come to land on her butt as she heads towards the bar.

“Damn, ma.” Coco calls as she looks over her shoulder at him.

“I’m sorry?” She asks, a little smirk on her pink lips.

“You are fine, ma.” Coco winks, lightly smacking her butt, making her jump and squeak.

“Well, bless your heart.” She drawls, and Coco just nods.

“That’s code for you’re a dumbass.” Bishop chides as he reaches out and pulls her into a hug. “I’m real sorry about your dad, darlin’. He was a good man.” He murmurs, gripping her tight. Bishop’s hug felt so much like her father’s that as he leaned back she couldn’t help but hold on a little longer. As she lets go and swipes quickly at her cheeks, she meets his smile with a grin. “I haven’t seen you since you were a baby. Your dad wouldn’t even hold you, said he didn’t want to risk breaking you. You here for the job?” He asks, nodding to the bar.

“Yeah, actually. I’m gonna settle in Santo Padre for a while. Pop used to blabber about it all the time so I figured I’d come see what the fuss was about.” Bishop laughs at her slick remark, shaking his head. “Is there a certain uniform?” She asks as she follows Bishop back behind the bar.

“No, you can wear what you like. I’ll get you a yard shirt in case we put you on any yard shifts.” He disappears a moment, giving her a second to process things. She takes in the bar her.

“Yo Bish! I gotta talk to you!” She turns and faces the owner of the gravelly voice. She could swear her heart stops as she lays eyes on the most beautiful man she’d ever seen in her life. Angel assesses the woman standing before him. Short, about five feet, five inches, blue eyes, round face, beautiful look honey blonde hair pulled back into a thick braid. He takes in her long, bell bottom jeans and sunflower top, a pair of black cowboy boots poking out from under her sweeping pant legs.

“What the hell is that?” He asks Coco, waving nonchalantly at her. “Some kind of Daisie Mae from Alabama?” He hisses, glowering at her. Just then, Bishop comes storming in, handing her the green shirt.

“Here’s your uniform. She’s not just any Daisie Mae, she is Daisie Mae. Daughter of a friend. She works here.” Bishop barks, jamming a finger into his chest. “And she will be respected.”

“Daisie Mae.” He snorts, shaking his head and heading to the bar for a drink. “Hey Daisie Mae? You started your shift yet?” The man calls, perched on the barstool with his back to her. She takes a moment to drink in his hunched over form, the red checked shirt he had buttoned up to his collar.

“I haven’t. But I’m sure it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to pull a beer out of a fridge.” She drawls, swinging her hips a little extra as she sashays around the bar and swings open the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle from the door, twisting off the cap with her bare hand and sliding it over to him with a wink.

“Weird.” He huffs, taking a long pull before his eyes lift to hers for a second, before he gently shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Hey, Daisie Mae, come here really quick.” Bishop calls from his seat on the couch, glasses on his head as he looks through some papers. “Have a seat, hun.” He pats the couch with a chuckle. Angel watches over his shoulder as she all but sits in his lap, close enough to him that she laughs when he wraps her in his arms and hugs her tightly.

“Gross. You two get a fuckin’ room.” Angel chides, rolling his eyes. Bishop watches her blush and she quickly pulls away from him.

“Angel! Get the fuck out!” Bishop strikes the table with his fist and jams a finger at the door.

“Sorry, Bish.” He mutters, grabbing his beer and heading outside.

“Sorry about him. He’ll grow on you.” Bishop nudges her shoulder with his and she gives a shy smile. “He already has, huh?” He plays, poking her sides.

“He’s cute, that’s all.” She giggles, waving her hands.

“Sure.” He chuckles, sliding some papers over for her to sign. She finishes up for the day and heads out to her truck and grabs the door handle just as she hears a shout from across the yard.

“Yo! Ma! Where you stayin’ tonight?” Coco calls as he jogs over, swiping his hair from his eyes.

“No. Do not.” Angel barks, grabbing Coco’s arm. Coco gives a ‘psh’ and yanks his arm away.

“Yo! We got an extra room? We could rent it out to you.” Coco smiles as he wanders up to her, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Thank you, Coco. But your friend doesn’t like that idea. I ‘d hate to impose on y’all.” She smiles, patting his shoulder.

“Girl, fuck him. He ain’t never there anyway.” He waves Angel off with a single swipe of his hand.

“Aw, hun. Thank you, but-“

“I insist, ma.” He grabs her hand, kissing her knuckles and earning a sweet giggle.

“Alright, fine then. But one wrong move and I’ll drop that sum’bitch.” She threatens sweetly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, opening her door and letting her follow him home. She heads in and Coco helps her carry in her bags. “Yo, drop that shit, I’ll get you some groceries. C’mon!” Coco calls, letting her follow him to his car.

“Hot damn! A nineteen-sixty-three Chevy II Nova!” Her voice fires off full of giddiness.

“Hot damn! mamacita knows her cars.” Coco calls, slamming a hand to his chest in an overdramatic gesture.

“Just a little. My daddy was a mechanic.” She smiles, waiting as Coco steps up and swings open her door. “A true gentleman.” She laughs, mimicking his earlier hand to chest.

“Hush and get in.” He rolls his eyes as he slides across the hood and gets in. They head to the grocery store and she grabs a lot of fruits, vegetables, some chicken, pasta, tortillas, and they head for the check out. As he cruises home, he looks over at her and grins when he finds her with the window down and a big smile on her face. “‘Aye ma? You’re gorgeous. Anyone ever tell you that?” He asks as he still drives.

“Not really.” She gives a shy smile, her cheeks turning pink.

“Hey, about Angel, you’ll warm up to him. He’s kind of an asshole but he gets nicer the longer her knows you.” He assures, patting her knee.

“Sure, why does everyone keep saying that?” She asks, looking over at him as he pulls into the driveway.

“He likes you, we can all tell. And you clearly like him.” He raises his brows at her, poking her side.

“I do not!” She cries, laughing as Coco tickles her side.

“Sure.” He laughs as he gets out and grabs her grocery bags. As they walk in, Angel pads out to the kitchen in his boxer-briefs. Coco heads down the hall to his room. Without a word, Angel’s hand grips her hip as he slides behind her into the kitchen. Gulping and stiffening straight as a board, Angel chuckles, looking over his shoulder at her with a smug grin. Grabbing a bottle of water, he heads back, but this time as he slides behind her, he grabs both hips and squeezes, whispering in her ear.

“Sorry, lemme get past you, querida.” His low, rough voice in her ear sending shivers down her spine. His fingers graze her lower back as he walks away. Her eyes follow the swing of his hips as he disappears down the hallway, Coco appearing a moment later in sweatpants, no shirt.

“Gross, I’ll make him put some clothes on.” Coco groans until he looks and sees her flushed cheeks. “Or I won’t.” He laughs, looking over his shoulder and whistling.

“Shush, you want dinner? I’d love to cook for ya’ll.” She drawls, grabbing the chicken out of the fridge, the peppers, onions, to make a stir fry.

“Nah, it’s good.”

“I insist!” She cheers, putting together a dinner and grabbing the small tortilla shells to make fajitas. “Coco! Angel!” She calls, “dinner!” Angel and Coco come into the kitchen smiling, digging in.

“Thanks, Daisie Mae.” Angel huffs, his mouth full.

“My pleasure.” She smiles, filling her own plate and finding a seat on the couch. Angel flops next to her, letting his hip rest against hers as he stuffs the fajita into his mouth.

“Hey!” She barks as he grabs a fajita off her plate and takes a bite, a mischievous grin on his face as he finishes his bite.

“You love it.” He chuckles, patting her knee before he gets up and heads to the kitchen. Coco smiles at her and nods, loving every bit of the playfulness between the new girl and Angel. He didn’t normally open up like that, but Coco put it up to her sweet accent and innocent demeanor. Angel appears a moment later with two fajitas and drops one on her plate.

“Thanks.” She smiles, eating the fajita and heading to the kitchen. Angel appears next to her, working around her to wash the dishes in the sink and he grabs the sprayer from the sink and sprays her. She lets out a happy squeal, sticking her hands out to stop the water.

“Oh shit! I knew that was broken.” He chuckles, sneaking a side glance at her for a second before going back to doing the dishes at the sink. Popping open the freezer, she grabs an ice cube. Tossing the cube down Angel’s sweats, she spins on her heel and runs away giggling. Coco just sits on the couch shaking his head. Coco hears a happy squeal and peeks down to see Angel’s hulking figure wrapped around her and carrying her towards him.

“Coco!” She cries, letting Angel toss her over his shoulder and carry to her to the couch. “Coco!” She squeals, reaching for him. He puts his hands up in mock surrender, letting the two work it out. Angel drops her onto the soft cushions, tickling her sides and reveling in the sweet ring of her giggle. Coco’s phone rings, and he he snags it while disappearing down the hall.

“So tell me, Querida. You’re from Texas?” He asks, sitting up and letting her up.

“Yeah.” She nods, straightening her shirt as Coco comes out fully dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, kutte hung on his shoulders like a banner. Without a spoken word between the two, Angel rises to his feet and heads down the hall, appearing a moment later fully dressed.

“Yo chica, we gotta go. Not sure when we’ll be back but I’ll make sure to call you when we know.” He assures.

“Okay, is it dangerous?” She mutters, looking at the ground. Angel is the first to pull her against him in a gentle hug.

“Don’t worry about us, Querida.” He chuckles, grabbing the door handle and heading outside. Coco pulls her in, gripping her tight.

“We are the big bad Mayans. We’re good, ma. Don’t worry.” He assures, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead before he heads out the door, stopping before he shuts the door completely and she hears murmurs behind the door. Angel steps back in, heading to his room and appearing a moment later with a pistol.

“Okay, querida. The safety’s on right now. Just click it off, point and shoot at whatever comes through that door that doesn’t introduce itself. Okay?” He asks, handing it over to her. “Be careful, okay?” He whispers, kissing her forehead before he slips back out. The bikes roar to life and they pull away from the house, leaving her alone with the pistol and silence.

Her alarm wakes her with a fresh start around six- forty-five in the morning and she heads to the kitchen for some coffee. By seven thirty she’s starting a smoothie when she hears someone grunt behind her. Whipping around, she finds Angel standing there in his boxer briefs.

“Good morning!” She sings, handing him a cup of coffee before whisking away to her blender.

“Querida. It’s seven in the morning. We got home at three. Why are you running a generator? Did the power go out?” He grumbles, reaching around her and grabbing her hands, placing them at her sides.

“It’s not a generator, it’s just a blender. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were home already but you have a yard shift at nine. Did you want a smoothie?” She asks, looking to him. He groans loudly, disappearing back to his room. She giggles a little and fills a bowl for him, not sure if he was returning. A few minutes later, Angel appears in his jeans and work shirt, looking at her through sleepy eyes. Without a second thought, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her down to his lap.

“Listen, I can tell you like me. So tell me,” he nuzzles her neck with his warm nose, sending chills down her spine. Slipping from his grip, she grabs his smoothie bowl, sprinkling on some granola and handing it to him.

“Enjoy! You’re training me on yard shifts today.” She giggles, sitting next to him and stuffing a bite into her mouth. He grunts in response, too busy eating. Scampering off to change, she puts on a little mascara and a pair of bootcut jeans that hugged her thighs, tying back her hair into a huge bun and tying a black bandana over her head and tugs on her Romero Brothers shirt, tying it at her waist. Fiddling with the tie in the front, she smooths her jeans down and nods, heading back out to the kitchen. Angel almost chokes on a small piece of granola seeing her. She looks beautiful.

Almost a week passes as she gets comfortable in her new home. Angel pads into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes and greeting her with a squeeze to her shoulder.

“Hey, we have a run today.” Angel coos, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looks over to see what she’s cooking.

“You guys gonna be gone long?” She asks, turning to face him.

“I’m not sure. Might be a couple days though. We gotta go to Mexico.” He takes a raspberry and smashes it against her cheek.

“Argh, Angel!” She whines, grabbing the kitchen towel as he leaves the kitchen, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. Appearing a moment later with jeans, green button up and his kutte.

“Well, do I look okay?” He asks, shifting his vest a little.

“Nah.” She giggles, heading towards him and fixing his hair before smearing black raspberry across his face.

“Goddammit.” He groans, shaking his head and heading for the kitchen.

As Angel approaches the shop, he parks his bike and heads in. Bishop sees the black raspberry on his cheek and snorts.

“Y’all get kinky before you left?” He chuckles, pointing the the smudged black spot on his face.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin?” He barks, licking his thumb and scrubbing it off.

“It’s gone now.” Angel shakes his head as they head into Templo. When they come out, Angel sees her standing off to the side with EZ chatting and laughing. Angel takes a moment to soak her in, in her bell bottoms and tank top knotted at her waist. Her smile was from ear to ear and EZ was holding his sides. Striding over, he joins the party.

“Hey. What are you here for? You work today?” He asks, hooking an arm lazily around her shoulder.

“Yeah, Bish called me and asked if I’d take over while you’re gone.” She smiles, involuntarily leaning in against his warmth. Bishop’s eye is caught by the two standing in the corner, Angel’s arm around her shoulder, her tucked so nicely under his arm.

“Hey you two lovebirds, you wanna break it up over there?” Bishop shouts, watching them separate momentarily, her whisking away to the bar. Finding ways to keep herself busy, she watches as everyone heads for the door, each Mayan stopping to tell her bye. Angel was last, pulling her into a hug.

“Be careful. Gun’s under the bar.” He whispers, smacking her butt and sauntering out.

“Be careful Angel!” She calls as the door goes shut.

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursdsay

Friday morning, as she heads to the shop to open up at seven thirty, and she greets Chucky at the door.

“The club should be back this morning.” He states, giving her a weird smile. Giving a nod, she lets them both into the clubhouse. “Angel is very vulnerable around you.” Chucky blurts as he makes coffee.

“I’m sorry?” She looks across the counter from her stack of books, face screwed up.

“He is very vulnerable around you. Normally he’s very guarded. He doesn’t let down that wall so easily. But you just blew on it and it crumbled like a sandcastle that’s dried all day on the beach.” She just stares at him for a minute before heading back to the back to open the door for the local scrapper Guillermo, a small Mexican man with a huge laugh.

“Morning Mo!” She calls, waving him through onto the scale. “What do you have for us today?” She smiles as she leans onto his window sill, handing him the clipboard.

“Just alimunum querida. You and that biker a thing yet?” He asks, as if he’d read Chucky’s mind.

“Not you too.” She groans, pushing off the truck with her clipboard.

“Que, corazon? If he won’t take you out, I will!” He calls to her. She just laughs, meeting his smiling eyes. With his tag filled out, she hands it to him.

“If you were ten years younger, I might let you.” She chuckles as he grips her knuckles and kisses them, his grey mustache tickling the sensitive skin. “Pull forward, you big lug. Got a couple guys down there to unload it.” She laughs as he drives away. Pulling on her yard shirt, she grabs her gloves and heads down. After unloading Mo’s truck, they head inside, Mo leaving with a huge grin as he waved.

“Jeez, Chuck! It’s almost noon!” She cheers, pulling out the lunch meat from the fridge.

“Wash your grubby hands, querida.” He barks without ever turning around from his bills. She lets out a laugh as she looks down at her blackened hands, and heads to the sink. “Bishop called. He says they’re on their way back. You and Angel could—“

“Lemme stop you there, darlin’. Me and Angel ain’t doin’ nothing.” She nips back, making herself and Chucky a sandwich.

“Well fine. But don’t cry to me when Angel is deep into another women.” She chokes on her own saliva and looks at Chucky wide eyed.

“Did you—did you just crack a joke Chucky?” She deadpans, dropping his sandwich on his desk.

“I am very humorous. You might not see it, but—“

“Chucky! Chuck! Goin’ in for the kill!” She cheers, hoisting him from the chair and lifting him in the air. Chucky is laughing, so is she when the crew comes in the door, seeing Chucky hoisted over her shoulder, both too busy laughing to hear them.

“Christ, Chucky’s converted her to the weird side.” Angel chuckles, slipping passed them and grabbing her sandwich off the counter and taking a bite.

“Angel!” She barks, sitting Chucky on his feet and reaching for her sandwich, which Angel holds above his head in taunting.

“She lift a grown—man into the air, but she can’t reach anything on the top shelf.” Angel chuckles, watching as she climbs onto the bar and tackles him to ground, grabbing her sandwich off the floor and blowing off the dirt.

“She can reach anything she puts her mind to, but she’s not very intuitive on other people’s feelings.” Chucky chides, eyes boring into the paperwork.

“Man Chucky! Two for two!” She cheers, patting him on the back as she takes a bite of her sandwich, heading out the yard.

“Angel Reyes, you better watch out for Mo. He’s trying to court your woman.” It’s Angel’s turn to flush, staring at Chucky in disbelief and confusion. “He offered to court her, and he kissed her hand.” The weird little man states matter of factly. Angel gives Coco and Gilly a knowing look, and they all grin.

“Thanks Chucky,” Angel chuckles, disappearing to the yard.

“So, you and Mo, huh?” He asks, leaning against the post of the weigh in station. Jumping, her last bite of sandwich hits the ground and glares up at him.

“Fuckin’ christ.” She heaves, her hand over her heart in attempt to calm it down.

“Chucky says Mo is trying to steal my woman.” His voice is low and smooth as he steps closer to her, crouching to eye level.

“He-he did what?” She stammers, taking a drink of Gatorade and gulping loudly.

“Is that true? Mo is trying to steal you?” He hushes, his lips inches from hers.

“N-no. He’s just a flirt.” She manages to get out, tapping her toes on the ground to expel the pent up anxiety. Angel’s intoxicating sent, the sweet smell of cigarette smoke drawing her in. Her eyes drift shut as Angel gets an inch closer, ghosting his lips over hers. Within seconds his lips are on hers and he’s standing, hauling her against the wall.

Moments later, Coco and Gilly are snapping photos of the two. Coco’s favorite is her shocked looking over Angel’s shoulder. Her eyes meet Angel’s as he chuckles, stepping away from her. Swiping his thumb across her bottom lip he slips out of the weigh shed and she looks on at Coco and Gilly, confused as to what just happened.

“He bet us that he could make out with you. Had Chucky planting some shit in your head.” She hiccups at Coco’s words, remembering Chucky this morning saying ‘Angel is vulnerable around her’. He hadn’t meant it.

“You guys just—it was all just a prank?” She whispers, staring at them as the tears come filling her eyes. Blinking them away, she stares at the now guilty looking men standing in front of her.

“It was just a joke. I told him there’s no way you’d let him make out with you when he got back. You barely know him.” Coco tries to explain himself but it doesn’t help. She’d trusted Angel with secrets and suddenly they weren’t safe. All the times he playfully pulled her into his lap or the late nights he cuddled with her on the couch while they watched a movie.

“Angel Reyes!” She shrieks as she storms towards the clubhouse. “You are a son of a bitch!” She hisses, slapping him across the face in front of everyone. Stalking over to Chucky, she grabs him by the collar and hauls him against the wall. “And if you so much as talk to me in the next week, I’ll strangle you with your own goddamn shoelace. Got me?” She growls, watching the little strange man nod.

“Hey, Daisie-“ She spins on her heel and jabs a finger into his chest.

“Don’t.” With that she leaves the clubhouse, leaving the older men of the club in shock, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Angel-“

“Shit.” He murmurs, following her on his bike back to the house. He gently walks in, afraid to scare her. “Ma?” He calls, ducking as a shoe whizzes past him and hits the door. Maneuvering down the hall, avoiding the flying objects, he peeks into her room to find her slamming things into her suitcase. Frowning, he stands and stalks over, grabbing her hands.

“Let go!” She shouts, yanking her hands away from him.

“Daisie Mae-“

“Don’t Angel.” She nips, finishing her packing.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, gripping her hands in his once more. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was just a friendly bet, mi amor.” He murmurs.

“Well it did hurt. I told you things no one else knows about me. And then, when I’m supposed to trust you this is how you treat me. Christ Angel.” She mutters, trying to pull her hands away.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. Let me make it up to you.” He whispers, pulling her away from her bags. “Let me kiss you, no one is here.” He murmurs against her lips. Against her better judgement, she lets him press a kiss to her lips.

“Jesus, come on.” She pushes him away from her and grabs her bag.

“Hey hey hey, no.” He calls, grabbing her bag from her.

“Angel, let go.” She mutters under her breath, tugging weakly on the bag.

“No, I’m sorry. Okay?” He asks.

“Okay. Now let go.” She tugs her bag from his hands and heads out to her car.

“Hey! Please!” He calls, trying to stop her. Chills run down his spine as she slams her trunk.

“I just need some space!” She calls, hopping into her car and starting it. Angel stands in the driveway, his heart pounding heavily against his chest. His feet are cemented in one spot as he watches her leave. His favorite person to see after a long day was leaving. Everyone always left him. He always drove them away. He heads inside and pulls a beer from the fridge, taking a moment to look over the little Polaroid on the fridge of the two in the kitchen that Coco took.

“Angel?” Coco asks as he steps inside. The smaller man’s eyes land on his roommate sitting on the couch, blanket pulled under his arm and a beer in his hand. “Shit man, did she leave?” He asks hesitantly. Angel only looks up, his eyes meeting Coco’s, heartbroken. “I’m sorry.” He hushes, heading down the hall to his room.

Morning comes all too early, Angel wakes to hear rustling and clanking in the kitchen. Joy fills his heart, excitement fills him as he all but sprints to the kitchen. She came home.

“Morning.” A deep voice answers.

“Holy fuck!” Angel barks, grabbing his pistol and training it on the large man standing in his kitchen. “Who the fuck are you?” He nods.

“Cole.” The man responds, putting down the milk. “Heard you got some drugs to run. Is it the club?”

“Nah, just me.”

“Personal gig. I like it. You got it here?”

“Nah, but I can get it here in an hour.” Angel sits in the chair.

“You move your shit through tunnels. I like it. Say, I was here the other day, but the only person here was a cute little lady. Heavy sleeper though.” He chuckles, watching Angel stand at once, fists clenched at his sides and jaw taut.

“You leave her out of this.” He seethes, watching the man laugh once more.

“Yikes, see. I figure if we have something important, you’re less likely to screw this up. She’s in Mexico, actually, in a little villa. Got a friend I need you to bring back, then we’ll talk about the drugs. And if you don’t bring him back, your girl dies.” He nods, taking a sip from the jug once more.

“You wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt her for no reason.” He says, more for himself than Cole.

“See, I wouldn’t. But I’m here with you. And she’s in Mexico with a trigger happy ex-marine with a habit of killing civilian women. So anything’s possible. I’ll text you the address.” With that, Cole leaves as quickly as he appeared, Angel sitting on the couch hyperventilating. Grabbing his phone, he calls EZ and Coco.

“Cole and his ex military goons have Daisie Mae in Mexico.”

“Alright, what do we do?” EZ asks.

“Meet me at the bronco in twenty minutes.” He slams his phone shut and yanks on a pair of jeans and her favorite shirt of his, the red plaid, buttoned up to his neck.

They arrive at the address in almost six hours and as Angel heads up the stairs he sees what looks like Daisie Mae storming away from the scene.

“Ma!” He shouts, clambering from the truck an sprinting towards her.

“Well it took you long enough!” She barks as he gets closer. His feet don’t stop until he’s standing in front of her. Grabbing her shoulders without another word, he yanks her into his grip, arms tightening around her.

“Christ.” He hums against her hair, so content that she’s close to him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until now. His chest heaves against her, his heart slamming as he holds her tighter a second longer.

“Jesus christ, Angel. Chill out.” She chuckles, pushing him away from her.

“You don’t understand, some dude broke in and threatened you.” He murmurs, toeing the ground with his boot.

“I do understand. I was fucking kidnapped.” She laughs, heading to the bronco.

“You just wait there for us, okay ma?” He calls as she climbs in. Ez appears almost an hour later without Angel, he climbs in the truck and they floor it for the border.

“Where’s Angel?” She asks, looking behind them.

“They kept him prisoner until we come back.” EZ shouts over the rattling of the truck on the bumpy dirt road.

Once they return with Adelita, they all get out and run up the steps inside.

“Angel?” She calls, looking around.

“Ma! Go outside!” He shouts from his position leaned up against the wall. Huffing, she disappears to the truck to wait. As her eyes land on Angel sauntering out, the Adelita woman grabs his face and plants a kiss on his lips. Her heart stutters, hammering against her chest in raw pain. She was so in love with him and she thought he felt the same. Guilt clouds his beautiful honey eyes as they land on her in the front seat. Quickly averting her eyes to the windshield, EZ, Angel, and his girl all climb in at once. EZ pats her knee, giving her a sweet smile.

“Damn, two people kidnapped in one day. Let’s get the fuck outta here.” He chuckles, shifting into drive and heading for Santo Padre.

Six hours in the car seems like days and she grows more and more anxious by the second. She couldn’t wait to get out of the stuffy, hot vehicle. The minute they get back, she all but stumbles from the vehicle and starts sprinting away. A few minutes later she hears the familiar rumble of Angel and EZ’s bikes.

“Hey, it’s another three miles to Romero’s. Climb on!” Angel shouts as they pull up next to her. She ignores him as he calls to her. “Hey! Daisie Mae!” He shouts, parking his bike and jogging to catch up.

“Angel, just go. It’s not that far.” She barks, pushing away his outstretched hands.

“No.” He growls, grabbing her, holding her arms against her sides. “If you don’t remember, the last time I let you go you got fucking kidnapped.” He nips in her ear as he carries her to his bike. She swings her foot down and connects with his knee, rolling away from him and standing up, brushing the dirt off.

“I got kidnapped because of you.” She growls, jabbing a finger down at him.

“I know, but I can’t let it happen again. You know that!” He stands up, reaching for her hand.

“Well, let me tell you. I’ll ride to Romero. But I don’t promise anything from there.” She hisses, stomping to his bike and waiting expectantly for him. He climbs on, letting her use his shoulder as a brace while she swings one toned leg over the bike. Gripping the handle between the seats as he kicks the bike to life.

“Hey, hold on to me, that handle’s broken.” He calls over the roar of the engine. Huffing her disapproval, she snakes her arms around him and holds tightly as Angel floors it for the yard.

“Christ, could you drive any slower?” She yells as he turns onto the road for the yard.

“I could!” He shouts back, slowing down to a snail’s pace and swerving back and forth to keep them righted. The minute he stops in the yard, she bails off and storms for the door.

“Ugh! I never want to see you again Angel Reyes!” She shrieks, stomping into his face as he calls after her.

“What did I do? What happened?” He asks, staring at her.

“First of all, that little prank. You played with my emotions and my feelings Angel! You did that! I wouldn’t dare hurt you that way. Next, I was kidnapped and dragged to Mexico because of you! And to top it all off, you and that Adelita!” She swings a hand at the woman standing off to the side. “She likes you, Angel! And so do I!” She shrieks, grabbing her purse from under the counter and heading out the door.

”Ma! Wait!” Angel shouts, trying to follow her, but Bishop and Taza stop him.

“Let her go. She’ll go back to Texas, find someone else.” Bishop murmurs, shaking his head. An hour passes in silence, Angel sitting at the bar downing beers like water, when the door opens.

“Is Bishop here?” She asks so gently, he’d almost thought he’d imagined it until he looked over his shoulder.

“Bish!” Angel shouts, ordering a shot. Bishop appears from the back room and slips his glasses to the top of his head and strides the room to meet her.

“I’m heading back to Texas, just wanted to say bye.” She murmurs, letting Bishop pull her into a hug.

“I’m gonna miss you, little scrapper.” He chuckles, his knuckles brushing her cheek gently before he heads out the door with her. “I’m sorry about Angel, he did mean the best.” He assures as he pops open her door. Just as she nods, a small paper wad hits her in the face.

“Aw shit, my bad!” Coco shouts, jogging over to her. “You headin’ out?” He asks, and all she can do is nod. “Well damn, ma. I’m sorry to see you go, but we all got plans.” He smiles, yanking her into a warm hug.

“I’ll see ya later, Coco.” She chuckles as she hears a shout from the clubhouse and Chucky sprinting towards her.

“I’m gonna miss you, my fine little Daisie Mae.” He mutters, hugging her rather tightly.

“I’m gonna miss you too, jokester.” She smiles, patting the weird little man’s shoulder. “I’ll see you guys later.” She smiles as she climbs in her car and heads for Texas.

Six months pass, and her friends convince her to road trip with them, though they won’t tell her where. They’d given her hints, but her closest guess was San Francisco or Santo Madre, which she was rather unimpressed about.

“Hunni, it’s gonna be fun.” Jess assures, with a sweet smile, her green eyes twinkling in the sunlight as they arrive in a little town on the beach.

“I guess you’re right.” She chuckles, heading inside to put her things away in the little cabin they rented for a week. After putting away her things, she finds herself wondering about those sweet Mayans.

“Girl, come on. There’s tons of cute guys on the beach.” Groaning, she puts on her bikini and heads out, sun hat slapped on her head and sunglasses on her nose. She supposed she was ready for a cute guy to take her out. As they get to the beach, a frisbee is launched at her head, but she ducks instantly (having spent so much time with Coco). The frisbee clobbers Jess in the face and she shrieks, falling backwards into the sand and starts cackling.

“Boy that’s a welcome to California if I ain’t never been here.” She drawls, standing and brushing the sand off.

“Aw shit, my bad!” That voice. She turns slowly, afraid she’ll see exactly what she sees. Coco, Gilly, EZ, and the whole fucking crew jogging their way.

“Goddammit Coco! This is why we never come to the beach.” Bishop shakes his head and she can’t help the laugh that escapes.

Angel had been sitting on the beach towel in the shade, not feeling like doing much. As Coco launched frisbee to Angel, he totally missed and the wind caught it, launching it into a group of giggling girls. Angel rolls his eyes as his fellow brothers jog over there to check on the girl when he hears that laugh. Like music to his ears, a song he heard once on the radio finally being replayed. He knew that laugh. Peering across the beach to group of women, his heart all but stops when his eyes land on her.

She searches the crowd around them for Angel as her friends start to mingle amongst the men, getting them invited to a party at the clubhouse tonight.

“He’s over there.” Coco nudges her and points to the towel under the tree. A small gasp escapes her lips as she drinks in the beauty that is Angel Reyes. His caramel skin, his ebony hair and scruffy face, his sweet honey orbs, the muscles, the tattoos, she was so in love with him. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the beach, so she takes the opportunity to go over there while her friends were distracted.

“Angel Ignacio Reyes. In the flesh.” She coos, sitting next to him with a little smirk. He looks over at her for a moment, taking in her lack of coverage and how warm and tanned her skin looked. He wanted to taste her.

“Hey there, ma. You thrivin’ out there in Texas?” He asks, looking back to the rolling blue water.

“I guess. You and Adelita married yet?” She asks, looking at him.

“Nah, I cut it off with her. It’s just me anymore. I missed you.” He murmurs, looking into her eyes for a second, the weakness showing in his tired eyes.

“I missed you too.” She whispers, attacking him with a hug. Straddling his legs she wraps her arms around his neck and holds tight as Angel hugs her waist, leaning back on the towel and rolling on his side.

“Querida, I love you. I love you so much.” He whispers, pressing little kisses to her cheeks.

“You do?”

“Yeah, ma. I love you. I love you so much. I’m so sorry I was so stupid. I missed you so much. I love you, please. Let me kiss you.” He whispers. She nods, letting his hands grip her ass as he presses a hot kiss to her lips.

“I love you too, Angel.” She whispers, kissing his cheeks and nose.

“Thank god. You gonna come home now?” He asks, his eyes hopeful.

“Sure, I think I could do that. But, I have one demand.” She croons, nuzzling his nose with hers.

“What’s that, mi amor?”

“Roommates, but I want to share a room. And a life with you.” She nods.

“Done.” He murmurs, hugging her and rolling through the sand with a huge smile.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 4/11/23

Montana: Cowboy!Terry x Reader - Terry tries not to think about you (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Cards)

The Fight Before Christmas: Sam Abrams x Reader - You and Sam get into it when he discovers you've been keeping a secret. (Holiday Bingo: The Fight Before Christmas)

Stockton! Series Part One: El Cuchillo - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You have a run in with Ramos from Stockton that has some unforseen consquences.

Stockton! Series Part Two: Always - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Bishop keeps an eye on you until Nestor arrives.

Stockton! Series Part Three: In the Dark - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You awake in the night to find intruders in your home.

Stockton! Series Part Four: Sierra - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - The feud with Ramos runs deeper than you know.

Stockton! Series Part Five: Maternal - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You're reminded of the importance of family in the aftermath of the home invasion.

Stockton! Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez & Bishop Losa) - The events with Stockton lead Marcus and Bishop to discuss a change of rules for the club.

Fireworks: Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza finds out the reason Ben doesn't like fireworks. (Holiday Bingo: New Years)

Traditions: Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes a little crazy when it comes to Valeria's first Christmas. (Holiday Bingo: Decorations)

Special Delivery: Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as expected. (Holiday Bingo: Winter Cabin)

Gingerbread: Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop helps out in the midst of a crisis. (Holiday Bingo: Baking)

Heaven In Hiding: Mike Duarte x Reader - You discover Mike hiding out in the copier room during the office party. (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Party)

Home Alone: Priest!Joe x Reader - You surprise Father Jose on Christmas Day. (Holiday Bingo: Spending Christmas Alone)

Past Mistakes Part Twenty Two: Perfect - Mike Duarte x Reader - Joe gets a postcard and a very special invitation. (Final Part)

Syria!Series Part Four: The Bullet, The Bottle or This... - Beau Simpson x Reader - Beau faces up to his current reality.

This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice decides to take his New Year's resolution seriously. (Holiday Bingo: Resolutions)

Candy Cane - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader - Chibs get distracted whilst helping you wrap. (Holiday Bingo: Flannel PJs)

Underneath It All (NSFW) - Riz x Reader x OC - Riz and you give comfort to a friend in their time of need.

#terry bruno #michael riz ariza #mike duarte #joe velasco #bishop losa #sam abrams #nestor oceteva #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #beau simpson #angel reyes #taza romero

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 3 years ago

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A collection of my writing so far. These have 18+ content, don't interact if you're a minor.

I tend to just write for whoever's taking my fancy, but requests are always considered!

Links

AO3 | Spotify

Smut = 💘 | Angst = 🖤 | Fluff = ✨| Concepts = 🎨

The Corinthian x Reader

Bring me a dream - Full Masterlist 💘✨🖤

Frank Castle x Reader

I got a bone to pick with you 💘 Nervous ( + Karen Page) 💘 Eat you up 💘 Who's He ( + Bucky Barnes) 💘

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who's He ( + Frank Castle) 💘

Bishop Losa x Reader

On the run - Full Masterlist 💘🖤 Cowboy AU - Trouble 🎨 Fuck, Marry, Kill me Now 💘

Angel Reyes x Reader

Chef concept 🎨

Sam Rossi x Reader

Bedside Manner ✨

Terrance Swaino x Reader

Wedding Bells, Planning Hell 💘

Santiago Garcia x OC

Gold dust Woman 🖤

Frankie Morales x Reader

Don't be Shy 💘✨

Raymond Smith x Reader

Naughty Elf 💘

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Princess 💘 🖤

Reign down on me 💘 🖤✨

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x John Soap MacTavish

Salon AU

König x reader

A Rocky Start Masterlist

Mean! König x reader tag

Cult! König x reader tag

Captain John Price x reader

C'mere Love ✨

No one else but you 🖤✨💘

John “Soap” MacTavish x reader

(Un)bearable 💘 | Unbearable Part 2 💘🖤 (Un)bearable tag

141 & Reader

Office worker reader

Nightmares

Christmas Masterlist 2022

Christmas Masterlist 2023

#masterlist #placeinthemiddleofnowhere

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alwaysachorusgirl · 3 years ago

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Ooooooo! I would love to hear more of this!

Mayans MC Cowboy AU

Trouble

Pairing: Cowboy!Bishop Losa x Female!Reader

Summary: Your father's wrapped up in dodgy dealings, and Bishop has come to collect. Your dad doesn't have the money, but that's alright. Bishop's willing to wait.

A/N: Just a little something cause I'm obsessed with the idea of outlaw Bishop out in the ol' west.

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“Everyone settle down, we’re not here to cause trouble for you all. We got a bone to pick with one man and one man only,” a booming voice declared.

The man from the wanted posters that littered the surrounding towns like tumbleweeds. Bishop Losa. The outlaw and his band of Mayans.

“Ah, here we are,” he grinned, his eyes seemingly landing on you and your father.

Oh heavens! Surely not?

There was so much happening, your brain was running at a hundred miles an hour trying to comprehend what this man could possibly want with your family. With your father.

“What do you want?” Your father finally ground out.

“All business, hmm? Well, let’s get into it then. What do you think I want?”

You’d never been touched by another man like this. No one would have dared, especially not in front of your father.

“I can get you whatever you want, Mr Losa. Just, please…leave my family out of it,” your father breathed, his voice going soft as he spoke of you.

“I don’t have that sort of money on me Bishop,” your father growled, his voice sounding strained.

A trade?

“Bishop please, you can’t take her, I-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! I’m the one with the gun here,” Bishop thundered “Now, do we have an understanding?”

“Please,” you whimpered, “Please don’t take me.”

“Shh, darling, this’ll all be over soon. As long as your daddy agrees to my deal, no harm will come to you,” Bishop murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

“I promise, I will do as you wish. Though I expect that in the time leading up to our meeting you will leave my daughter unharmed…and unspoiled,” he said, gritting out the last part.

He surely couldn’t shoot you now if he needed to trade you.

“Get off of me you monster! You will unhand me at once, this is inappropriate you fiend! Get off,” you yelled.

“Callate!” The stranger shouted, startling you.

“Easy, Coco. Here, hand her over,” Bishop grinned. “This one seems like trouble.”

“No! No you- you- you heathen! I’m not an object, do not hand me to anyone,” you shouted, trying to wiggle against your bonds to no avail.

“My place! My place is back with my father, you must let me back, you have to-”

You had no choice.

#fic rec #bishop losa x reader #Cowboy!Bishop Losa #mayans au #mayans mc

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