#Dad Hank Loza

[garbinge]

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

[minimel-fics]

Mayans M.C Masterlist

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Reyes Brothers

Nowhere to Go, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8- Angel had hurt you before so what was causing you a little more pain now to avoid a future of hurt? 

Obispo “Bishop” Losa

I Want You (18+)- You aren’t his to have but he sure wants you, you keep your thoughts about him buried until you go to bed at night.

Broken Bells- Annabelle’s life has been anything but easy. Just when she finds a sense of peace in the desert town she gets slammed back into a life full of conflict and men who ride motorcycles for more than just a little fun.

On Hiatus - May resume/ rework after final season airs?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,  Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (18+), Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18,

Neron “Creeper” Vargas

Unexpected Blessings, Part 2- An unexpected late night encounter brings out Creepers soft side and flips two unsuspecting worlds upside down.

Familial Persecution- Creeper loves you more than anything and sticks by your side while you deal with the death of your father but your family does not approve.

A True Gem- Everyone thinks you’re eccentric but Creeper embraces your quirks. 

Inked (18+)- There’s a mutual attraction but the admiration for your tattoo’s is what brings you together.

Marshmallow Dreams- What happens when you mix a Cali boy and wintery New York? The risk of frostbite and hot cocoa with too many marshmallows.

Parental Guidance- A daughter’s first date is a father's worst nightmare.

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Coffee Connections- It is an unspoken rule to never be late for the first date. 

Getting Old (18+)- While a back injury causes you to have an existential crisis, Ez has other plans for you.

The Way We Get By, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5- Working at Vicki’s was just a way to put yourself through law school and keep food on your table. (18+)

People Watching- If he is the one to interrupt your peace while hiding away from the party downstairs then you’re okay with that.

 Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Second Chances, Part 2- He had always dismissed his family because of the poison that ran through their veins until Letty showed him that it didn’t have to be that way, now he just wants to make things right.

Asshole- No matter what you do, you’re always the bad guy.

Hank “Tranq” Loza

Moral of the Story, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4- Their marriage took a turn for the worst, but they made a vow that neither of them had the heart to break. 

Loss of a Brother- Lucille had never imagined the day she would lose her baby brother, nor would she imagine Hank being the one there to pick her back up.

Che “Taza” Romero

Summer Break- You couldn’t get through to your son but Taza has dad powers.

[lucky-papa]

Baby Love

Ship: Hank Loza x female!reader Word count: 625 Warnings: None - fluffy and cuteness incoming

A/N: This was a random idea I got from last episode. Hope you enjoy and it’s my first time writing Hank. (Might turn this into a little series if people like it? LMK!!)

A yawn escaped your lips as you made your way into the kitchen. You needed some coffee badly just to make you feel more awake. You opened the cabinet where Hank/s mom kept the coffee and groaned when you saw there was none left. You made a mental note to hit the store later today to get some for her. So, you had to settle for some tea. It didn’t have as much caffeine but it still worked. You needed something to wake you up. You heard someone walking into the kitchen and smiled over at Hank’s mother.

“I didn’t expect you two to still be here. I thought you two left.” His mother explained when she grabbed the tea kettle for you and filled it with water.

“Raining hard last night. Hank didn’t want to take your car so we stayed in his room. Hope you don’t mind. I can wake him and we can be on our way.” You never wanted to be a bother to his mother, but she didn’t see it that way. She loved you from the moment Hank mentioned your name to her. She wanted to meet you, wanted you to come for Thursday night dinners but he wasn’t ready for that step for the longest time. And when it happened, you were a permanent member of the family.

“You know, caffeine isn’t good for you. How about some milk? Juice?” Hank’s mother suggested instead of the tea. You raised a brow slowly and looked at her. “I know, mija. A mother’s intuition. Does Hank know?” She whispered the question softly so only the two of them heard it. Even though they were the only two in the room.

“W-what are you talking about?” You questioned his mother. She knew what? Oh, oh. “No, Hank doesn’t know yet. I just found out the other day and I haven’t found a way to tell Hank yet.” You explained to her as both of you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Told me what?” Hank asked with a yawn. You turned to see him entering the kitchen and smiled some at him.

“Honey, hijo, I think she has something to tell you.” Hank’s mother nodded at you and you looked between her and your boyfriend. You cursed to yourself softly before making your way over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, your mom and I were chatting and a certain topic came up.” You tried to figure out how to explain this without screwing it up. Hank nodded some and allowed you to continue. “We started talking about kids and about us having kids. And, well, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad, Hank.” You watched as Hank processed the information. You were worried he wasn’t going to be happy about it until a large smile crossed over his lips.

“We’re having a baby? A kid? Our kid?” Hank wrapped his arms around your body carefully so he didn’t harm you. A hand traveled down to your stomach and began rubbing it.

“I’m so happy for you, mijo, for both of you. Now, have some tea. I’ll make us breakfast.” Hank’s mom said as she turned and went to start cooking.

“Ma, let me do this for you. Sit, relax.” Hank walked over to his mom to help her with breakfast. She pushed him out of the way and waved him off.

“Go sit with your girlfriend. I will make us all breakfast.” Hank’s mom argued with him before he finally went to sit with you at the kitchen table. He pulled his chair next to you and lifted you shirt to gently rub over your stomach. He couldn’t want to be a dad.

[bailwhoreganaxoxo]

what your fave did during quarantine: mayans mc pt 2

letty cruz: fought trump supporters on facebook, instagram, & twitter while making cloud bread

bishop losa: accidentally got tiktok famous when trying to give car tips there. everyone is really just there because he’s a dilf.

miguel galindo: kept working because he’s boring and predictable. 

hank “tranq” loza: wrote a four novel epic fantasy series that would make grrm jealous

kevin jimenez: created a brand new game with his kids that they play pretty much every day but it’s so convulded and has such strange rules only they get it

ez reyes: wrote out a big list of everything he was going to do like reno work at his dads, write a book, etc then did nothing but work and sleep

luisa “adelita” espina: built everything for the babies nursery by hand because she’s a bad bitch

che “taza” romero: idk what he’s doing but i hope it’s far away from the people on life support at the hopsital

neron “creeper” vargas: started an onlyfans

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ GETTING IN TROUBLE ❜

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Request: Tranq reaction to his girlfriend sassing him?

BY ANON

Word count: about 1k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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“NO FUCKING WAY!”

The crowd placed around the Mayans' ring suddenly stays silent. Your boyfriend is sweating, breathing fast and almost blooding by his nose and mouth inside of it, just like Ibarra. He's confused at first, watching you turn into the Devil as you walk towards the door to open it.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, HANK?”

He doesn't understand what it's happening. You have been together for the last year and tomorrow you have an important meeting. The most important one. And you asked him to not get into trouble, to not drink too much and to look fresh than ever. But looks like he didn't care a shit.

“My fucking parents are coming tomorrow to meet you!” You yell at him.

Ibarre steps out of the ring terrified, running away from you. No one would want to be in Tranq's shoes right now. Spitting the red liquid from his lip, he cleans them with the back of his right hand, about to say something.

“I asked you for just one damn thing! One fucking thing!” Furiously gesticulating with your forefinger raised in air, you point at him with every word uttered. “Do you remember how fucking important was for you to introduce me to… all these assholes, ah? They're my fucking family and you shitted on your promise. So, you know what? Keep fucking fighting. Ask one of these… fucking bitches to clean you up. And enjoy sleeping alone. I'm fucking done with you”.

“Hey, list—”.

“NO! There's no fucking listen anymore, Hank”. You take a step back, lifting up your hands to make him stop.

God knows how much you love the Mayans MC, but right now you just want to burn it down.

“If meeting my family isn't important to you, then, I'm not either”. Licking your lips as soon as the tears flow over them, you turn around to get out from the ring.

“Sweetheart…” Bishop calls you, making you face him.

“I asked you… I begged you to not let him get in trouble, Obispo. Letting him fight was one of the things you should avoid. And you didn't. So, don't fucking call me sweetheart again, 'cause I'm not your fucking sweetheart”.

Taza stops your boyfriend when he tries to catch you outside the ring, while you walk through the hallway made between the Mayans to leave the clubhouse. With a sorrow installed within your chest, you unlock your car to step in and turn on the engine and drive to your small flat. Once there you turn off your phone and change your clothes for a baggy shirt to tuck into bed.

Appearing in the restaurant alone confuses your parents, who get up from their seats to welcome you with a tight hug.

“Sorry, Hank was busy with the scrapyard”. You whisper puckering your lips.

They know you're lying, but they don't say anything. Sitting in front of them, close to the empty chair, you hold the menu to have a look in silence. You're ashamed. But you're more hurt than anything, because you were so excited to introduce him to your mom and your dad. You wanted to show them that he's a good man, that he takes care of you better than anyone. But he shitted on it.

“Sorry, I'm late”.

Raising your eyes, you find your boyfriend standing up with a hand on your back, leaning to kiss your cheek. He looks fresh. Probably, Taza used some of his concoctions to help him. Your parents seem delighted that he finally came, happily introducing themselves with kisses and hugs. You just smile somewhat forcefully, when he sits by your side and places one of his tattooed arms over your shoulders, kissing your cheek again. Pulling a lock of hair behind your ear, you turn quietly towards him, while your parents argue about their dishes.

“I'm so sorry”. He whispers, visibly regretting what happened last night.

“We will talk later”. It's the only thing you say, before pretending that everything is going okay.

Suddenly closing the door from your apartment, you turn at him a little bit furious. And he's ready to take the heat.

“I told you to not come”. You hiss trying to keep calm.

“I said I'm sorry”. Resting his back against the wall, he crosses both arms over his chest.

“I don't care if you are sorry or not, Hank. You didn't keep your promise”.

“You asked me to look fresh, and don't do I, ah?”

“Are you fucking punking me? Seriously?”

Clicking his tongue, the man rolls his eyes standing up from the wall.

“Listen…”

“Fuck, no! Pick up your things and leave my house. Right now, Hank! I'm done with all these… club's dogfights for fun, and that you're incapable of keeping your promises…”

“I'm not gonna leave you after sassing me like you did last night, like no one has done before”. He's smirking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “You're the one for me, my other half, the only one who is brave enough to kick my ass”.

Puckering your lips and frowning, you kill him with your gaze, watching your the Mayan coming closer dangerously.

“Stop…” You demand him, not pretty convinced that you want him to stop. “Hank, stop…”

“Fuck, you looked so fucking angry, scaring the shit outta everybody around you… You should have watched the guys after you left. Bishop was shaking. The fucking prospect hidden in case you were coming”. His laughs flood the living room, while he cups your cheek onto his huge and rough hands. “And I… damn… I was really terrified”.

“Really?” You mumble trying to not laugh in the meantime he pecks your lips once and again.

“Fucking terrified hearing you yelling at me, so fucking enraged”. He nods slightly. “That was the moment I knew I wanted to marry you and spend my whole life with you, mi amor”.

“Really…?” You ask again, raising up your hands to his chest covered by a soft black flannel shirt. Your heart is about to suddenly stop.

“Really”.

Urging you to jump into him, with his arms interlaced under your ass, you surround his waist with both legs.

“Be my wife, mi amor. Please”.

[chibsytelford]

MASTERLIST - updated 7/8/21.

Chibs Telford

Chance Meeting Part 1

Chance Meeting Part 2

Song Fic Challenge - Sunny Girlfriend

A Lovely Accident - Request

Chibs NSFW Smut Alphabet

Chibs Telford x Jax Teller x Reader - 3 is the perfect number NSFW***

Drunk and Sober Confessions - Request

Past and New Loves - Request

Gender Reveal - Request

Bad Luck - Request

Daredevil - Request

A Broken Heart - Request

Garage Fun - Request 

A Last Goodbye - Request

Shortbread Fail - Request

That’s Enough - Request

Tattoos - Request

You’re the Reason I’m Still Here

I Knew It Still Worked - Request

Bullet For My Valentine - Request

You Are The Reason 

Hold You In My Arms - Request

Not The Same Person

Jax Teller

Song Fic Request - Someday

Bestfriends - Request

Beaches and Brawls - Request

Happy Lowman

Distractions - Request

A Book and A Date - Request

Quiet Nights - Request

New Beginnings - Request

Friends - Request

The Stranger And A Kiss - Request

Bad Habits

Juice Ortiz

More Than Friends

Heartbreak to Happiness - Request

Surprises - Request

The End - Request 

Revelations - Request

It Doesn’t Matter - Request

Being A First Time Dad HC - Request

I’m An Idiot - Request

I’ve Got You - Request

Bracelets - Request

Coco Cruz

Drabble

Wounded - Request

Jealousy and Admissions - Request

His Shirt - Request

Affection HC - Request

Talk To Me - Request

I Ran You A Bath - Request

Pregnancy HC - Request

Midnight Walks - Request

Meeting the Club - Request

Hank Loza

Mayans Day Care - Request

Fathers Day - Request

Riz Ariza

Farmers Market - Request

Birthday Surprise - Request

Angel Reyes

The Final Night - Request

Leave A Light On

When You’re Gone 

Heartbreak - Request

Battle of the Alphas - Angel x Miguel x Reader NSFW***

Terrible Things 

Affection Headcanon - Request

Happier

Being Marked HC - Request

Chasing Cars 

Take It Slow - Request

Hot tub Sex HC

The Fall - Request

Sad 

Lies - Request

Queen of my Heart

The Sneeze

The Zoo

Let’s Go Home Together

3 + 1 Fear Fic

Miguel Galindo

Protective - Request

Battle of the Alphas - Miguel x Angel x Reader NSFW***

Gilly Lopez

Anniversary - Request

EZ Reyes

Saviour - Request

Rescued - Request

Affection Headcanon - Request

You Don’t Smoke - Request

Night Time Headcanon

Being Marked By EZ HC - Request

Making EZ cum in his pants - Request

Quarantine HC - Request

Girls Can Fight Too - Request

This Is Perfect - Request

The Bet - Request

Smile - Request

This Town 

Awkward Dream

Not Usually Like This

Bishop Losa

Old Man - Request

I Want You Gone - Request

From The South - Request

Last Call

The Patient

I’ll Take Care Of You - Request

Racing Car

Stay 

Last Journey

Wrong Timing

Jason Hayes

Moving In HC - Request

Hero - Request

Sonny Quinn

Moving in HC - Request

Crashed The Wedding 

Broodiness and Barbecues - Request

Clay Spenser

Moving in HC - Request

Secret Relationship - Request

Fallin’ In Love - Request

Trent Sawyer

Games Night - Request

HEADCANONS

Mayans MC reaction to S/O being depressed.

Mayans MC - buying period products for their S/O

Sons of Anarchy - buying period products for their S/O

Sons of Anarchy tiktok challenge - Request

Making cookies for Sons - Request

Mayans MC Divorce Tiktok - Request

[lovebishoplosamiguelgalindos]

Old and New Friends:

Angel Reyes has a platonic female best friend who comes by the club when EZ is patched in. They grew up together. her name is Dina. She meets Hank “ Tranq” Loza when he opens a beer for her and well sparks fly. 18+ fluff for now smut to come later @ withmyteeth thanks for the help with this one . 820 words

Sure you came by the club on occasion. One of your friends from when you were you were young had just patched in or something. Plus your best friend Angel Reyes had issued you an open invitation anytime . You walked in the front door with some low heeled boots on and jeans that were ripped in strategic places here and there. You saw EZ at the bar opening a beer and gave him a gift bag. “ Wasn’t sure what you get someone who just became a full Mayan but I thought this would work.” EZ opened it and said “ Wow that’s serious tequila , that’s going behind the bar right now.” “ You’re welcome.” You smiled .

Then Angel came out of a back area . “ Munequita.” He gave you a smile and a big hug.

“ Damn you get more ripped all the time honey.”

“ Shit ma you’re going to make me blush all up in here.”

You laughed . “ And tell me that blond in the just decent enough tank top to wear in public isn’t making a puddle of drool over there on the floor.”

Angel laughed and excused himself .

You walked up to a blue container on the floor and got a beer out of it that was nicely cold.

You looked around for an opener and then a muscular man in a kutte came over and popped it open for you .

“ Thank you uh Tranq.” You smiled at him softly,

“ Welcome honey .” He smiled back

“ My name is Dina.”

“ Hank Loza.” He held out his hand and you touched it with yours feeling a zing.

“ So how long have you known the Reyes brothers?”

“ We grew up together , Felipe is like another dad to me . I love both of them like brothers . Angel has cried on my shoulder plenty of times.”

Hank nodded. “ So if I wanted to ask for your number it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“ Not at all.” You took Hanks phone and entered your number into it and he did the same with yours.

“ I haven’t ridden a motorcycle before .” You smiled.

“ When you’re free on a weekend call me and we’ll go.”

You smiled and patted his muscular arm in the flannel that he was wearing. “ I’ll look forward to it Hank,”

You drank from your bottle of beer and then found a seat at a table with a few other men around . EZ walked over with his girlfriend Zoe who you had met a few months earlier and the two of them introduced you around .

Hank casually claimed a seat on your opposite side and your hands touched on the table top.

You saw EZ smile in your direction but he didn’t comment..

“ So Dina you finally came to this side of town?”

“ Well Romero’s is the only mechanic and I guess I wanted a walk on the wild side for a night.”

“ Glad you came tonight , the door is always open for you .”

“ Thank you .” You smiled at the men around the table.

“ Let’s get the lady some food.” Bishop whistled and hen a plate was brought to the table of wings nachos and a mini pizza.

“ I hope you are all going to help me with this. Though someone remembered I like nachos with extra jalapeños.” She waved to Angel and gave him a smile.

“ You ate the spicy salsa when we were growing up. Mom used to think you’d burn your tongue out .” EZ said .

“ Still like it hot , Angel brought me a jar back from this bodega at the edge of town and even though they made it with pineapple it has the perfect amount of kick .”

There was conversation around the table and then some other guy with a Yuma patch strolled over.

“ Honey why are they hiding you over here in the corner , a beauty like you should be the center of attention.” He was a little unsteady on his feet.

“ First of all one of my friends is here at the table and second how do you know one of these guys isn’t my man?”

Dina patted Hanks arm like a girlfriend would .

The guy looked into Hanks eyes and said “ Oh shit.”

Dina smiled. “ Now go on over with your boys , this table is for real men.”

Hank laughed when he left. “ Sweetheart I think you’re going to be just fine around here.”

She leaned over and kissed Hanks lips. “ That’s damn good because I plan on being around here on quite a regular basis.”

There was a wolf whistle and high fives from the guys .

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Mayans Master List

Mayans Master List

Angel Reyes-

married-life

the-miracle-of-two

open-24-hours

the-brotherhood-that-shares (smut)

secrets-of-a-brother

best-friends-to-lovers

my-angel

pulled-over

when-daddys-away-angel-plays (SMUT)

bad-parenting

are-you-crazy

valentines-date

not-the-right-nipple

christmas-teaser

hidden-agenda

hidden-agenda-ii

soft-cuddles

cheater-cheater

dont-approve-doesnt-matter

quarantine-lover-not-really-we-hate-each

EZ Reyes-

almost-missing-the-chance

whats-done-is-done (SMUT)

mama-bear

family-is-first-you-have-to-protect-that

newest-reyes

the-good-brother

nothing-like-his-brother

Nestor Oceteva -

sexual-adventures (smut)

family-and-business

another-christmas-same-drama

coming-clean

/christmas-came-early

morning-after

happily-ever-after

business-deal-gone-south

stubbornness

cuddles-and-a-drink

family-life

fertility-struggle

fertility-struggles-ii

Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz-

-youre-not-supposed to

the-brotherhood-that-shares (smut)

Dating You

 Filling-dads-shoes-is-impossible

mystery-man (smut)

Nestor and Bishop-

the-girl-who-played-with-fire

the-girl-who-played-with-fire-the-aftermath

Bishop Losa-

-two-for-the-love-of-one

-counting-the-firsts-for-everything (SMUT)

/home-is-where-your-love-is (SMUT)

the-power-of-a-woman

Riz Ariza-

which-one-are-you-talking-to

/roomies-for-life

party-play (SMUT)

not-so-friendly-neighbor

hiding-for-no-reason

Taza Romero-

-two-for-the-love-of-one

the-bed-that-brings-you-together

heights

-while-momma-shops-mayans-destroy

proposal-and-a-pregnancy-announcement

the-new-baby

past-from-hell

protective-mama

/theres-a-little-spy-in-the-sky

splinter-from-hell

a-special-place-in-your-heart

the-secret-to-protect

a-real-man (smut)

shouldnt-touch-what-isnt-yours

the-power-of-a-woman

Miguel Galindo -

shes-a-what

Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza

christening-the-new-office  (smut)

balloon-proposal

shyness

cookout-request

mark-you-up

Gilly Lopez-

window-gazing

please-me

Leti Cruz-

hidden-identity

The Cruz Family

messed-up-family

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas

who-let-the-dogs-out

A True Love Series (Angel Reyes & Miguel Galindo story)-

a-true-love  (smut)

a-true-love-ii

a-true-love-iii

a-true-love-the-final-chapter

Perks Of Santo Pedro Series (Nestor Oceteva & Angel Reyes Story)

perks-of-santo-padre

perks-of-santo-padre-ii

perks-of-santo-padre-iii

perks-of-santo-pedro-iiii

[losolvidad0s]

Dangerous Liaisons, Ch.1

Summary: Catalina Romero has finally built the courage to return to Santo Padre, California after nearly 5 years. What is left in the rubble of her past?

pairing: Angel Reyes x Catalina “Lina” Romero x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

a/n: It’s finally happening, chapter 1! I’m excited to share this with you all, let me know if you’ll be #teamAngel or #teamEZ? Please enjoy, don’t forget to follow, turn on the notifs, heart, commmet, and reblog! Follow the tag #dangerous liaisons* for updates!

(gif credit belongs to @angels-reyes ✨)

“One, two, three, four, five, si... one, two, three...”

 It doesn’t take much for someone like Catalina Romero to get distracted. She is convinced that her attention span is of a dog with a bone in a squirrel infested area. The bone is long forgotten, just as counting the amount of boxes while listening to a random podcast.The moving truck will arrive anytime soon and it must be precise in how much she is moving.

Despite it being 3 weeks since she quit her job and informed her landlord that she will not be renewing her upcoming lease, it still sounds funny to her that she is moving. After 4 1/2 years living in the Northern California, Catalina is heading back down to Southern California to the small town of Santo Padre.

The distant sound of motorcycles catch her attention as tries to recount the boxes once more. She stops in her movements to listen if they are just passing by, however when the engine sounds get louder and much closer, eventually idling, she knows they’ve stopped right under her apartment unit.

She sticks her head out of the open window, the shine of two beautifully crafted harleys beaming back at her thanks to the scorching sun. The two men remove their helmets and swing their legs behind them and on the ground below. 

“You couldn’t wait one more day, I know the drive just fine!” Catalina calls out and the two men look up. The taller of the two removing his dark shades. “Not I, mija, Tu padrino.” That’s when the other man looks up, smiling ear to ear.

Taza Romero and Obispo Losa look to each other as they see the young girl disappear from above them, smiling in excitement knowing that they won’t need to commute to see her anymore.

Once the screen door opens, it’s an ambush. Catalina jumps into her father’s arms and quickly encasing him a tight hug. His hearty laugh rumbles and he squeezes, leaning back to get a good look at his little girl. It’s been a few months since he’s seen her. Business with the motorcycle club has had him more busy in the past few months than it ever has in the last decade. But with her now deciding to move to Santo Padre, he is thrilled.

“And me?”

She releases her hold on her dad and jumps right into her godfather’s embrace. Bishop feels a large weight lift off his chest as he holds one of the most important people in his arms again. 

When Catalina was younger. Bishop acted as a father figure for her as well. He didn’t have a family himself so when Taza had asked him to be her godfather, he vowed to love her as if she were his own. It broke his heart when she decided to move up north with her mother’s family those few years back. And as the club business grew bigger and more dangerous, he and her father also carried a small worry that they didn’t have her in arms reach to keep her safe.

“You two didn’t need to come all the way out here to escort me like I’m Princess Diana.” After a few more seconds of hugging, the two release. “Bad example as she died in a car accident, but I would have been just fine.” 

She rolls her eyes as they give her a look reminding her that it’ll ease their mind to be there. They all share a laugh and head into her nearly packed up apartment to get ready to load her life she’s built onto a moving truck.

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Like always, her dad and godfather are all knowing. The drive was long but the occasional looking in the mirrors and seeing the bikes follow gave her a sense of security. After a pit stop for some early dinner, they arrive at the Romero family house that is a few streets away from the Mayans MC clubhouse. The crickets were the only sound after the engines of the bikes cutoff. 

“Finally. No more moan and groan from these two.” A new voice fills the air as Hank Loza stands on the porch, smiling at how grown she has gotten. In Catalina’s defense, she hasn’t grown much since the last time everyone has seen her but it is obvious that she surely isn’t the same young lady from all those years ago.

“I apologize for that, hey Hank!” They embrace in a hug. He takes a good look at her and everyone starts to pile out of the house. Bishop had let the club know of her arrival tonight and to make themselves available to help out.

Gilly, Coco and Riz has ambushed her the second they exit the house. The smell of leather and tobacco smother as she is bear hugged. “Oh god, too much love. Too much!” A harmony of laughter as they mess her hair up.

Despite being an attractive girl from the get go, none of the guys saw her as anything but a young sister to protect. It was mostly from the threats from the president and his vp, but also because they all knew better than to do so especially because during the last few years of her stay in Santo Padre, she was Angel’s girl. Angel Ignacio Reyes, she couldn’t help but look around for him. 

Catalina didn’t grow up much around her dad’s lifestyle. The occasional stops by the clubhouse but she never lived around them. She lived with her dad’s sister right outside of town. But the older she got, the less she saw her dad, the more she longed to be around him. When she turned 18, she made a promise with Taza that should she go to college for at least 4 years, she could be around the MC as much as she desired.

And when she did so, she moved where she stands now at 22 years old. When she met the one of the three prospects at the time, Angel Reyes. 

“I hope you are hungry, we got meat cooking on the grill!” Gilly calls out as she is pulled out from the memories that flood her mind. Catalina pat her stomach and rubs her hands as they head around the house to the backyard. 

She is shocked to see how much things have changed, how well kept the backyard is. Not that she ever doubted that he father could keep it up on his own. Which is probably also thanks to muscle of the club.

A cold bottle of beer is handed to her as everyone settles in the back and the music is resumed. GIlly and Coco at the grill, Bishop and Hank chatting. It’s almost like she hadn’t left. 

The gate of the fence opens and a pile a girls come through. Ah, Vicki’s girls. She says to herself as they each head to a Mayan. Catalina almost gag when a young girl, who must not even be much older than herself, leans into her dad’s side. 

“5 fuckin’ years and you still haven’t changed your hair?” The voice makes her jump as she turns on her heel to see him towering over her. A bottle pressed against his lips and tipped up, though he still has his eyes on her.

It takes her a moment to say something, he watches her with a confused face.  ‘I could never figure out what I want so, I stuck with what I know. Hey, Angel.” When his name sounds from her, he feels the same thing he use to feel. He scratches the back of his head, “Pres says your back for good. How long is that for?”

She smiles and looks away from him, meeting his eyes just as quick again. “I’m here for good. Promise.” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Though his voice sounds cold, his face shows the opposite. The smile and his relaxed body stance. Angel feels at peace. To see her again. This makes her relinquish any worries that things between the two would be rocky with her return after how things had ended.

“Welcome back, mi dulce.” He leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek. His hand lingers on the side of her neck where he held onto. He lets it fall off as he steps behind her and towards the others. She turns and watches him hug his club brothers.

Catalina feels hopeful of being back home in Santo Padre. 

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After a night of good food and company, Catalina wakes the next day later than she normally would considering she drank quite a bit after not doing so in a couple weeks. The house empty and quiet, she finds a plate of breakfast wrapped up for her. Just like old times, despite her being able to do so herself, her father takes care of her. 

She remembers her way to the clubhouse like nothing. The large gate being pushed back by Angel as she drives her car through. It’s a lot to take in. She takes a deep breath in and reminds herself that she really is here. Angel jogs over to the driver’s side after closing the gate to open the door for her.

“Mornin’.” He leans on the door as she gets out and stands in front of him. Their eyes never leaving each other as Angel shuts the door.

“You get as much sleep as me?” 

He says to her. His voice but a whisper as she licks her lips looking at his. This use to be a habit of hers; staring at his lips. It wasn’t just the fact that she liked them against her own, no. It became a defense tactic for her. A way to stop staring into his deep dark eyes since she tends to get lost into them too quickly.

“A few good hours but not much considering I’m back....here.” She looks around them, taking in the sight of the closed into clubhouse and nearby scrap yard. It is Angel’s turn to look at her lips. His heart hammering as he looks at the small space between them.

He opens his mouth to say something to her, anything. That he missed her? He is both excited but hesitant the she is back and back for good? That she still looks like the same one who up and left with a piece of his heart all those years ago? Angel didn’t want their reunion to start of with questions of the past. But he didn’t have a chance to talk with her.

“Templo!”

Bishops voices pulls their attention to the porch of the clubhouse. Angel groans and nods towards his president. Catalina lifts her arm to wave at him as he does so stepping back through the door.

Angel turns back to her and brushes his hand against her arm before backing up and heading in with the rest of the guys.Catalina remembers that is their sacred time as a club, no one else allowed. She decides to admire everyone’s bikes up close. She can recognize her father’s, Bishop’s and Angel’s instantly. Her hand rests on the handles as she looks over the green harley. It looks like a few more designs were added onto it.

Catalina swings her leg over as she sits on the bike. She reaches up and places her hands on the high rising handles. A few memories begin to play in her mind as she closes her eyes. She can remember the first time Angel took her on a ride. It wasn’t her first one but her first one on his bike. The way she held onto him as he sped up every chance he got.

The sound of the screen door slamming pulls her from the thought, her eyes following the sound.

EZ Reyes exits the clubhouse as the rest of the club sits in for the meeting. With him being a fresh Prospect, he didn’t have a seat yet. Catalina’s eyes meets his as he descends down the few steps and towards the bikes. She hadn’t recognized him and confirmed the suspicion that he must a be new prospect.

“One of the nicest but not the best of the group if you ask me.” EZ says as he gets closer, pointing to his brothers bike. She snickers as she looks down at the bike and shakes her head in disagreement.

“Bishop’s has the be the nicest. I mean, that color? Angel went safe with green.” She looks between the two bikes then back at the unfamiliar face. “Lina.”

“Ezekiel, EZ.” He shakes her hand as she smiles at him. To him, he knew she was Taza’s daughter. Then the longer he stared did he realize this is her. This is the her that his brother has mentioned a few times. Angel never went into the detail about the mysterious Lina.

“Angel’s kid bother, yeah he’s mentioned you before.” She says as they release the grip from the handshake. Catalina looks over the younger Reyes. In her years being in Santo Padre. she never put a face to the name. Angel only briefly mention he had younger brother who got himself locked up and that was that. 

He isn’t a tall as his older brother but not too far off either. Truthfully the two had little resemblance. But as her mind tried to remember their mother from pictures she was shown, she could see a little of the beautiful lady in EZ. She gives him a tight-lipped smile as he hangs his hand on the front of kutte.

She notices his big arms, ones that could have any girl with weak knees. She won’t lie to herself that she didn’t feel the slight weakness hit hers as he approached her a few moments ago.

“How’s that going?” She nods to the prospect patch.

EZ follows her line of sight and looks down at it as well. His chest fills with air as he ponders what to say. He thought to himself to answer carefully. She can easily report back to her dad, to the president, to his sponsor which is his brother. With an exhale he smirks looking back at her, “It’s new still so I can’t form a honest opinion just yet.”

“Good answer.” They both laugh. The moment between them interrupted by the commotion of the club piling out. They turn their attention to the guys, Angel noticing the close proximity of Catalina and EZ. 

She walks up to the group of guys who greet her. Angel smiling at her as he passes by to head to his bike, “Com’n prospect, we got business.” 

Catalina watches the two brothers stride next to each other. Her focus solely on Angel as he straps on his helmet. He looks over at her as he puts on his shades and starts up his bike. 

“Feels like yesterday, huh?” Taza says now standing beside her. She hums in response as she watches the gate open for them, the Reyes brothers riding out. 

Things do have a nostalgic feel to them. She prepared herself for a warm as well as a possible cold welcome. Not just from the obvious,Angel, but the entire club as well. Though it was nothing but a sweet ease in. Capable of taking things into her own hands, she is a liability to club should she get herself into trouble.And her reunion with Angel had gone a lot smoother than she anticipated with their departure being of a messy nature. But things seem like it will be possible to go as they were. 

So she thinks. 

chapter 2

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“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”“When did you stop loving me?”“Do you understand what you’ve done?”“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”“How do I make you love me again?”“How do we fix this?” With Angel pretty please?

“If I don’t Come Back”

Y/N had stumbled into the house, for the 5th night in a row. Smelling like the floor of a distillery, her best friends, Ella and Ramona, carrying her drunk body to the small leather couch in her living room. Ella grunted as she laid her heavy body down, while Ramona went to take off Y/N's high heeled shoes. Sam, her other best friend, laid the keys to her truck by the front door.

"Should we call him?" Sam asked the two girls.

"Yes," "No," Ella and Ramona said.

"He left her because of this. He said it was too hard to see her like this, so no, don't call him, Sam." Ramona said, tying Y/N's hair up the best she could while laying down on the couch, "I'll stay with her, and make sure she doesn't drown in her own vomit."

"She needs help Mona, it's the 5th night that we've picked her up from a bar. We could call her dad." Ella said and Ramona sighed. She knew that Y/N probably didn't tell her dad anything that was going on. They had never been close, Y/N just figured out he was her dad about 2 years ago.

"Yeah, call him." Ramona said and Sam nodded, stepping outside so he could call Y/N's dad.

Ramona and Ella struggled, but changed Y/N into some more comfortable clothes. Occasionally she would drunkly babble words out of her mouth. Ramona would sush her and continue to take the makeup off of her tan skin.

"Does he still love me? Is he still going to want me?" Y/N asked, her eyes half open, and her body like a limp noodle.

"I am sure he does love you, your dad will be here soon." Ramona said, and laid Y/N's head down in her lap. She ran her fingers through Y/N's jet black died hair, something she had done recently. Ella sat down a glass of water in front of the girls as they waited for Y/N's father to arrive.

The girls both perked up hearing a rumbling of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. Ella stood up and sighed, before going to open the door. Sam was already talking to Y/N's dad, no doubt trying to tell him everything that had happened in the past 6 weeks. Y/N's dad opened the door and sighed, seeing his daughter passed out on the couch, her friend holding her head up.

"I got it from here, guys, I can take care of her." Her dad said.

"Are you sure Mr. Loza?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, I've helped clean up a few drunks in my life. She'll be just fine, thank you guys for getting her here safely. But I got this." Hank said to the group of young adults. They all nodded and Ramona kissed Y/N's forehead before leaving her house, "Mija, what are you doing?"

The next day, Y/N woke up in her bed, confused on how she got there. She rubbed her head, trying to remember all that happened. She remembers getting a text from Angel at work, and then leaving early to go to the bar. By the clothes she was in, and her makeup free face, she guessed that she called Ramona and Ella too.

"Oh you're up, good. Get dressed, you're with me today." Hank said to his daughter.

"What? When did you get here?" Y/N asked, as he handed her a plate with toast, eggs, and bacon on it.

"Last night, Sam called me." Hank said sitting down next to his daughter.

Y/N nodded, taking a bite of her food. Of course Sam was here too, he always looked out for Y/N as much as Ella and Ramona do. Angel had always had a jealousy of how close Sam and Y/N were, but Y/N always assured him that Sam was not a threat to their relationship.

"What happened, mija? You have not talked to me or come by the clubhouse in weeks. Your partners in crime look sad, and I have never seen Coco get upset over a girl. And Angel-"

"We broke up." Y/N mumbled, taking a bite of her food.

"What? Why? You broke off the engagement?" Hank asked.

"Yeah, I gave him back his mom's ring. He said he- he couldn't-t love me anymore." Y/N said, her voice breaking.

"Is this about your mom's death?"

Y/N nodded, tears clouding her eyes. Hank pulled his daughter into his chest, and caressed her head gently. He hated to see her cry, and his heart broke knowing it was over a boy. A boy who he trusted with his life. Y/N tried to silence her sobs, but they shook through her whole body, as she let them out.

For as long as Hank as known Y/N, before he knew that she was his daughter, he had seen how the anniversary of her mother's death affected her. Hank watched his first wife, Y/N's mother, drink herself into drunken states every night. Her mother tragically died when Y/N was 18, in a drunk driving accident. Losing her mother so long, had left a lasting scar on Y/N, to wear every week leading up to the anniversary, she drank. And like her mother, Y/N also had addictive personalities, and could drink way past her limit.

"So why did Angel leave? What happened?" Hank asked, wanting to know what actually happened.

"I-I went to a check up, a couple months ago. . . they told me I was pregnant. But I ended up losing the child." Y/N sniffled, "I didn't know how t-to deal with it, my body hurt, and my mind hurt, and everything hurt. Seeing Angel walk around sad, and hear him cry at night. I needed to not hear it, so I started having a glass of wine a night, but that turned into a bottle, which turned into several bottles. Angel said he was tired of having to pick me up and take care of me."

Hanks sighed, unsure of what to say. Hank had felt the same way that Angel is feeling now. Tired of cleaning up his first wife's actions. But no matter how many nights he picked his wife up from bars, and office parties, Hank never said that he couldn't love his wife anymore.

"I'll talk to Angel, okay, mija." Hank said and Y/N nodded, "But get cleaned up, you're with me."

Y/N loved riding on her dad's bike, or any bike for that moment. She loved the feeling of her hair flowing behind her, and the freedom she felt while being on the bike. She could stretch her arms out and not feel the hard metal sides of being in a cage.

But she missed the feeling of Angel's heartbeat under her hands as she held on to him. Or how he would weave in and out of cars just to hear the excited sequel leave Y/N's lips. She also missed the smell of leather, tobacco, and pine that he had.

When the Lozas pulled up the club house, everybody was surprised to see Y/N pull the helmet off her head. It had been weeks since they've seen her. Bishop had a smile on his face, seeing the girl he considered a daughter walk up towards him. His smile faltered seeing her hungover. Bishop looked over Y/N's shoulder and saw Hank shrug.

"Why don't you go inside and have Chucky make you some coffee." Hank said to his daughter.

Y/N moved like a zombie and made her way to the inside of the clubhouse. Other members welcomed her the same way Bishop did, with bright smiles, that faltered when seeing the dark circles and smelling the alcohol that seemed to leak from her pores. Her face did seem to brighten seeing Coco, and Gilly walk through the door, but it fell as soon as EZ and his brother walked in behind the two men.

She excused herself from the table she sat at and moved quickly to the bathroom, feelings her throat tighten and her eyes felt hot with tears. Y/N slammed the bathroom door shut, and locked it behind her. She paced the small bathroom, tilting her head back and looking at the ceiling. She balled her fists, and released them several times trying to control the tears that were coming down her face. She held her fist to her mouth as loud sobs escaped her mouth.

Angel sighed, watching Y/N leave the room so quick. He was happy to see her, but sad to see her in the disheveled state she was in. Y/N always cleaned up nicely, and loved having her hair, makeup and nails done. It hurt him to see how much pain she was in, but he wasn't sorry for leaving her. He prayed that she was getting help, and maybe she had finally hit rock bottom.

After a couple of minutes, and Y/N still not coming back from the bathroom, Angel downed his drink and headed to find her. His heart broke hearing her broken cries and mumbled words she spoke to herself on the other side of the bathroom. Angel knocked quietly on the door and waited for her to open.

"It's me, amor. Open the door." Angel said and heard her sniff. Y/N unlocked the door, which was enough of an invite for Angel to walk in the tiny bathroom. Y/N sat on the floor against the opposite wall away from the door. Angel sighed and leaned against the sink.

"What would you do if I don't come back?" Y/N asked Angel. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at her confused.

"Why? Where are you going?" Angel asked her.

"Away..."

"Like... rehab? or...?"

Y/N just shrugged and Angel ran his hand down his face. He didn't know what she was talking about. He wasn't even sure if she was sober at the moment.

"Y/N, where are you going? Maybe you should go to rehab, or somewhere to get help? Can't you see how fucked up this is? It's 11 o'clock in the morning and you smell like you just woke up on the bar floor."

"I don't need fucking help Angel. I am just fine. I can survive with out you!"

"Clearly you can't. Look at yourself. You're a mess. You don't even look the same, Y/N. It's been two weeks and you look like you've gotten a combine 9 hours of sleep and lost 20 pounds."

"When did you stop loving me?" Y/N asked. Her head was clouded, and she couldn't think straight. Her broken heart was talking, and Angel knew it. It broke him to hear her speak like this. Like she had run out of options and didn't know which was right and wrong.

Angel sighed and sat down on the floor next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her shaking frame into his strong sturdy one. Y/N inhaled the familiar scent of leather.

"Don't you understand what you've done, mi dulce." Angel said running his hand through her tangled hair, "This is not the girl I fell in love with. I don't even know this version anymore."

"You did this to me. Angel, I needed you to help me. I-I can't stand on my own anymore. I just wake up in the morning to see that you're gone and there's an open bottle on my bedside table."

"Don't you think you've done enough? You look sick, and that's not who I want you to be."

"How do I make you love me again? How do we fix this?" Y/N pleaded, looking up at Angel with big watery eyes. Angel sighed and kissed her forehead.

"I have never stopped loving you, Y/N and probably never will. But I want you to get better. And I will do whatever it takes to be right by your side the whole way."

A/N: i am super super sorry for the late post. I struggled writing this a lot, and I hope you like it:)

[balmacedapascal-archive]

of bikers and boxers

summary: Angel’s a little smitten with Hank’s daughter. None of the guys are too concerned. She’ll kick his ass if he tries anything she doesn’t like.

a/n: This is some nonsense that just kind of came out of nowhere but yeah. My first time writing anything for Mayans. It might be garbage but hopefully someone likes it. It’s pre-series when Angel’s still a prospect. Just some fluff. Might lead to more drabbles down the road for this pairing. I own nothing except for Ophelia. The title’s shit because I can’t think of anything don’t judge me.

It’s a little after midnight and most of the street is dark, shops closed for the day, lights off and gates locked. The one light on the block is coming the old gym on the corner. Sandoval’s - where boys and (more recently) girls have been learning to bob and weave like the professionals for the last sixty years. Angel’s only been in the place a couple of times, always on errands for Hank. But he remembers old Mr. Sandoval from when he was a kid, watching his dad load the former middleweight champ up with steaks, joking that they’d be good for black eyes till he had the chance to grill them. And he’s slowly getting more familiar with the place the further into his prospecting he gets. This trip is better than the usual grunt work he gets stuck doing, helping do repairs on the place now that Mr. Sandoval’s pushing eighty-five and can’t see too much out of his right eye. No, this one is a simple chauffeur stint and he’s perfectly happy with that. Because even a blind man could see the prospect had been more than distracted by the girl in the boxing ring for the last month.

Angel Reyes had been more than a little intrigued by Ophelia Loza since she first showed up at the clubhouse one afternoon, old pickup truck roaring into the lot with two brothers from the Oakland charter trailing behind. She’d been greeted with hollers and cheers as Riz scooped her up playfully. Something about some championship title, some apologies that they hadn’t been there to see it, someone shouting at him to be useful and get the lady a drink. He’d never seen any woman get that kind of reception when stepping onto Mayan territory. Didn’t make much sense until later that afternoon when he found out who’s daughter she was. Hank had been wearing a patch longer than she’d been alive and because of that his daughter had earned a special spot in the hearts of his brothers. Which meant he wasn’t sure he should really be letting his eyes wander that much when she went to take a shot at the pool table.

But apparently none of his new brothers were too concerned with their little prospect crushing on their sergeant-at-arms daughter. As the new amateur featherweight champ of Southern Cali, none of them were to worried about the Reyes boy hurting her. They’d all agreed she’d kick his ass if he tried anything. Not that that did much to calm his nerves when Hank would corner him somewhere around the clubhouse for whatever reason. He never gave the prospect a particular reason to be afraid but Angel still watched himself around the tank of a man.

Still, he’s cool with chauffeuring the girl anywhere she wants to go and it’s less stressful when it’s got her father’s stamp of approval. And with the truck in the shop for a bad alternator, he’s hanging out at Sandoval’s after hours, watching with no small amount awe as she finishes up her workout. He’d never thought he’d be practically drooling over a girl who could probably bench more than him but here he is, sitting off to the side watching her lay into the punching bag like she’s got a personal vendetta. It’s kind of crazy intimidating. And he’s honestly more than a little turned on.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Her words are broken up by heavy breaths as she finally notices him, eyebrow quirked as she grabs a water bottle from the floor. Some of her hairs come loose from the braid going down her back, wisps sticking to the side of her neck. He can’t help glancing over the tight shorts and sports bra she’s in now that she’s actually facing him. Yeah, definitely more than a little turned on.

“Long enough to know who to bet on next time you’ve got a match,” he replies playfully once he gets his brain working once more. He offers up an easy smile, mischief in his expression that earns him a snort of laughter. Small victories are still good in his book. “Your pops said something about you needing a ride home. Something about how it’s not safe for a girl to be walking home after midnight. Honestly, I don’t think he’s seen you fight recently if he that’s what he thinks.”

Another snort of laughter and a lazy smile. “Yeah, well, I’m still seven in his book so what can you do.” She shrugs a bit, taking another drink from the water bottle. It’s quiet for a beat, a couple glances he can’t quite decipher being exchanged between them before she bends down to gather up her stuff. “Just gimme a couple minutes to get changed and we can head out.”

He nods, before calling out an afterthought, “You got pants to put on? Can’t ride a bike in those booty shorts, Rocky.”

A loud laugh echoes from the little locker room she’s ducked into and he can’t help but be a little happy with himself for that. It’s a nice sound. Angel pulls himself up from where he’s been camped out, following over but staying outside the door. “I’ve been riding bikes a lot longer than you, prospect,” she teases through the door, laughter still lingering in her voice. “I got this covered.”

“Whatever you say, querida,” he replies, fiddling with the keys to his bike as he waits, trying not to think about those strong legs he’d just been staring at.

Five minutes later, Ophelia’s stepping out of the locker room, gym bag slung over her shoulder. He might prefer the workout clothes but she looks just as good in her jeans and leather jacket, looking every bit the biker princess everyone seems to label her as. Her braid’s been pulled loose, messy waves falling over her shoulder. Effortlessly, she hooks her arm through Angel’s, pulling him along as they make their way to the front doors. “Come on, prospect. Play your cards right and maybe I’ll share some of the leftover tamales I’ve got at the house.”

[garbinge]

Contaminated (4/?)

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

A/N: Sorry it’s taken longer than I mentioned for this chapter. Have had a lot of personal things going on in life but I’m hoping to getting back to updating at least once a week! Hope you all enjoy :)

Chapter Index

TW: Mentions of death, domestic abuse, murder, sex, alcohol, drugs. 

Word Count: 4.3k words

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Lara slowly trudged up the sidewalk that led to the driveway of Bishop’s house. The sun was rising and the morning dew dripped off the grass at an even slower pace than Lara at that moment. Turning towards the house she stood for a moment staring at it, wondering how she was going to maneuver sneaking in. 

The clothes she wore from the previous night were still hanging off her body, but just a bit more disheveled. That’s what happened when you stayed out all night at some dive bar though. As well as when you’re in and out of any room with a working lock in said dive bar, fooling around with some random stranger after having a series of traumatic events in your life. 

Without thinking a second more, Lara had her plan perfected. Bishop was likely asleep on the couch and she’d just move quickly through the door and make her way to the bathroom, playing it as though she was up early to conquer the day. 

She did a brief look at herself in the rearview mirror of Bishop’s truck on the off chance he woke up once she was in the house. Her natural curls were tangled within the curves of one another and the frizz was growing by the second in the Santo Padre humidity. Her lips were completely clean of any gloss, stain, or chapstick and they definitely were a little more plump from the activity they saw. Her neck had smears of her foundation that was intended to cover the red marks but was now only doing about half of that. She regretted not putting powder on top to really secure the makeup but there was nothing to do about it now. Lara began to quickly adjust herself, wishing she had carried a purse with some essentials, something that would help her wipe the day old mascara that had slightly smeared on her face or a face spray to liven her up, but she worked with what she could in the small side mirror before giving up and making her way towards the front door. 

She placed her hand on the doorknob and took one last deep breath before holding it in as the door creaked open. Quickly maneuvering around the door, she pressed her left hand flat to it, the right still on the handle and as she turned to shut it, she positioned her body practically flush against the oak to hush the sound of it closing. As this happened, she heard the clink of a glass in the kitchen. Her head snapped immediately to see her father, hand on a coffee mug and sitting alone at the kitchen table. 

The breath she was holding in let out as she knew she had been made. She took getting caught with pride as she strutted into the kitchen right by her father as if nothing happened and this was completely normal. Her eye caught the large tattoo on Bishop’s bicep that wasn’t there two years ago, but now with him sitting in an undershirt under the harsh kitchen light, was impossible to miss. Not to mention that the tattoo was her little brother’s face and for a moment when she saw it she felt her heart ache a little but not long enough to offer compassion to the man, if anything this fueled her attitude more. 

“Nice tattoo,” the little sass in her tone didn’t go unnoticed by the man as she went to the fridge to grab a carton of milk. 

Bishop’s eyebrows raised and he nodded briefly as he accepted this was how this conversation was going to go.

“Where were you last night?” He asked her, ignoring the tattoo comment. 

“Went and got a drink,” she shrugged, pouring a cup of coffee. Still standing at the counter behind him so both their backs were facing each other. 

“A heads up would have been nice,” he turned his head to look at her, not wanting to be demanding but trying to establish some ground rules. 

Lara laughed for a moment and turned to him now leaning against the counter. 

“Hey Dad, decided to go on a little bender by myself, I’ll call you if you have to come and bury any bodies.” She smiled sneeringly as she took a sip of her coffee. 

Bishop continued to shake his head until his voice snapped. 

“You think this shit is fuckin’ funny?” He stood up now, the chair screeching against the tile as it pushed back quickly. 

Lara stopped chuckling and sunk down as the man raised his voice. Bishop saw the change in demeanor in the girl and immediately realized how scarred his daughter actually was. 

He brought his voice back down and looked around the kitchen taking a deep breath. 

“You can’t be doin’ this shit, Lara.” He said with more of a softer tone. “After what happened not even two nights ago, and you just go up and missing on me. You know who those people are? They aren’t people you want coming after you.”

Lara opened her mouth and thought to argue but stopped, she knew there was no point to argue. Their clashing personalities is what got them into this mess years ago when she left. 

“Why do you think I called you. I knew you’d know how to handle the fuckin’ disaster I got myself into.” Her voice cracked as the tears formed in her eyes. 

“Those bikers aren’t like me and Hank, they follow no code, they’re all about money, power, and self.” He said hoping she’d understand. 

“So now what? I go into hiding for the rest of my life, staying two steps ahead of The Calaveras.” She placed the mug in the sink, now worried and concerned. She hadn’t given any thought to what was going to happen next and now the thoughts were overflowing her brain. 

“No. I handled it. No one’s ever going to know it was you. For all they know, you left a month ago. They have a laundry list of people who could have done this as an act of revenge.” Bishop explained knowing he purposely dropped a reaper pin that used to sit proudly on someone’s kutte but now had a home at Jesse’s house. 

“You just left the body there?” Lara was now alert and oriented 10x more than she was previously. 

“Are you crazy? Hank and I handled it.” 

Lara took a moment to be relieved. The two sat in the heavy silence of the room. 

“I’m sorry about not coming home last night, I’m just used to making decisions on my own.”

“I get that.” Bishop answered, nodding his head. “You know me, I don’t need play by plays or tracking devices. Just wanna know you’re all good.” 

Lara nodded. “Note taken.” 

“I’m gonna head down to the clubhouse, let me know if you need anything and I’ll bring it back.” Bishop threw on his button up that was draped over the kitchen chair and then moved to the hooks near the front door where his kutte hung. 

“Let me come with you,” She grabbed his coffee mug and put it in the sink before taking a couple steps toward him. 

“Absolutely not. You’re not even going to be staying here long.” Bishop shook his head as he adjusted the kutte on his shoulders.

“Don’t.” Lara said firmly. “Don’t do this again. It’s just going to be an exact repeat of what happened two years ago.” 

She hoped the words stung him. Not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she wanted him to see the full picture.

“It's not safe here, never has been,” he said with pain in his eyes. “I should’ve never brought any of you here. And that’s something you said to me, so you know it’s true.” There was just as much pain in his tone as Lara’s. 

“Clearly it's not safe where I end up either.” 

Her point was crystal clear but yet Bishop had no response. He just moved towards the girl and kissed her forehead. 

“There's movies and shit in the tv stand, one of the guys got me one of those playstation things if you wanted to hook it up,” he said as he exited the door leaving no moment for Lara to say anything more.

Lara stood in the entryway of the house, feeling empty, abandoned, and hollow. She picked her phone up and moved back into the kitchen and made her way to the fridge where Frankie’s number was pinned up. Something the girl must've done when she was down here visiting once. 

The phone rang a couple times before there was a cheery greeting at the other end. 

“You got time to come to Santo Padre today?” Lara asked, skipping pleasantries and jumping straight to the point.

“Lucky for you, I’m already here, came down with Hank not long after you left. I’m at his place now but I can be at Bishop’s in 30?” The girl knew immediately who was on the phone. 

“Meet me in the town square? I got a couple errands I want to run.” Lara said, grabbing her bag so she could begin her walk. 

“Sure, see you in 30.” 

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“So your errands were to apply for a job?” Frankie said as she caught up to the girl who had a bunch of applications in her hands. 

“Need money,” she shrugged as Frankie snatched the papers from her hands to look at the places she was planning to apply at. 

“Nope. Come on.” Frankie turned the girl around and brought her to her Honda coup. 

The ride was silent. Lara was trusting of the girl, so wherever they were going she knew there was purpose. 

They pulled up to another main strip, but this one was nicer. No trash, no graffiti, and Lara knew it all too well. The memories flooded back to her like they happened yesterday. Her eyes fell on the municipal building and the image of the family she once was a part of took her away from real life for a moment.

“One, two, three, JUMP!” Antonia and Bishop’s voices boomed with laughs as they walked down the municipal stairs with Aiden clinging to their hands as they lifted him up with every step. Lara smiled as she headed down the stairs alongside them picking up her pace so she reached the bottom before them. 

“Feeling left out?” Bishop laughed as his arm swung around the girl’s shoulder and brought the girl close to him as they walked to the truck. 

“You’re annoying,” she laughed, pushing him off her which earned a laugh from Antonia. 

“Hey, if I’m annoying to you that just means I’m playing my role as a father correctly.” he smiled and unlocked the truck. 

“Can we get ice cream?” Aiden’s voice yelled before they got into the truck. 

Lara picked the boy up and held him in her arms. “Pleaaaaasseeeee” she rested her head against her little brother’s and they both poked out their bottom lip. 

“Your mom had a long day at work, buddy,” Bishop’s hand extended out to the little boy's face.

“Okay, we can drop Antonia off and you’ll stay with her and I’ll take him to get ice cream.” Lara smiled in hopes to get the car. 

“Nice try.” Antonia smiled from the passenger seat of the vehicle. “I could go for ice cream,” she looked at Bishop and shrugged. 

“Alright, family trip.” Bishop grinned. 

Lara was taken out from her memory when Frankie put the car in park. 

“Right there.” Frankie pointed at the two story restaurant. 

“Right what?” Lara said, turning to look where her finger pointed. 

“That’s where you’re going to work. What you’d make in a week at any of those places” Frankie nodded to the stack of paper on Lara’s lap. “You’d make in a day at this place.” 

Lara looked out the windshield at the lavish restaurant that read “The Villa” in the most elegant script font. The golden pillars held up the upper half of the restaurant and the smooth jazz that was playing from the entrance could be heard through the open windows of the car just slightly over the white noise of the fountain that sat in the courtyard where the outdoor tables were. 

Just from looking at the place, Lara knew she was right. 

“And how am I getting here on the daily?” Lara asked. 

“Bishop can get you a car in an hour, easily.” Frankie frowned as they walked up to the restaurant so Lara could get a look. 

“If it was up to Bishop, I’d be in another town in an hour.” Lara sighed. 

“Ahhhhhh, I see. Look, if you tell him you’re gonna stay around for a bit, stay low and just work here, Bish isn’t gonna argue.” She explained. 

“The Bishop you and I know are very different.” Lara smiled. “But honestly seeing how he’s been living? He needs help. He needs me here. Probably just as much as I need him.” Lara realized there was no point in arguing it. The two Losas’ needed some TLC in their life and some father-daughter bonding might be just the solution for both of them. “Alright. Let me apply.” She brought herself to enter the building. 

The inside of the restaurant was even fancier than expected, and a gust of a cool breeze hit Lara as the ceiling fans in the restaurant slowly spun around. Waiters bustled around and were delivering plates that looked like they had been created on the food network to tables with people who looked like they would never be caught dead watching the food network. Some tables occupied families that looked more normal compared to the suits that occupied the other half of the eatery. 

Lara stood at the podium waiting for someone to take notice of her. Frankie was outside across the street waiting on her phone. This gave Lara a few extra minutes to take in the richness of it all. 

“How can I help you?” A voice asked from the podium.

“I wanted to apply for a job, anything you guys have available, I can serve, wash, cook.” She laughed trying to be as charming as possible. 

“We actually could use a hostess.” The girl said looking over her shoulder at another waitress who was gathering utensils. 

“Totally could.” She laughed as she dismissed herself to seat the people that came in behind Lara. 

“You got any restaurant experience?” The waitress asked, now giving Lara her full attention. 

“If I tell you yes, will you hire me on the spot?” The girl grinned hoping that by being funny and pleasant the girl, who had to be about Lara’s age, would give her a chance. 

“To be honest you could say you murder people and I’d still hire you because you seem like a people person and you have a smile that will bring people back in, which is all the owner wants.” 

Lara’s laugh after that comment was dripping in irony.

“Only murdering I’ll be doing is killing all the guests with kindness”  Lara could have cringed at her joke but truthfully she’d say or do whatever to get a job right now. Being able to show Bishop she was serious about staying here was going to take some effort and already having a job lined up would be a huge help. 

The two talked more about figuring out details of the job, like when to start, what her hourly rate would be, tips, dress code, just the basics. After about 15 minutes passed Lara was back outside making her way over to Frankie. 

“You’re looking at the new hostess of The Villa” She said in her most fancy sarcastic voice. 

“Amazing” Frankie smiled and hooked her arm into Lara’s as they walked back towards the car. “You mind if we stop at the club? I gotta pick up something.”

Lara looked over at the girl and didn’t speak for a minute. She knew going to the club was going to get a reaction out of Bishop, and not a good one, but also she could use the opportunity to talk to him about staying. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be your back up.” Frankie said as they approached the car. 

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They pulled up to the clubhouse and immediately Lara was hit with a flood of emotions. This place was ultimately what broke the family she had and it gave her mixed feelings. She knew the way the club could suck every ounce of life out of you, but she also knew it was probably the only thing holding her father together. 

“Everything ok?” Hank called out as he approached the vehicle and opened the car door for Frankie. 

“Yea, just came to say hello,” she smiled up at her Dad. “Coco here?” She stepped away from him looking into the scrapyard and then moving her eyes towards the clubhouse. 

“He’s in the office.” Hank pointed to the scrapyard station. 

Frankie nodded and jogged over to the office door as Coco was exiting. Lara wasn’t far behind her after she quickly greeted Hank. 

“Whatchu doin’ here?” Coco smirked and nodded at Frankie as he made his way to one of the piles of metal on the yard. 

“You know Hank, can’t go more than a week without seeing me.” She smiled and followed him. “This is Lara.” She introduced her to the man. “Lara, this is Coco.” 

Coco nodded at the girl and looked at Frankie. “Thought we had enough strays make their way through here.” He joked as he wrote a couple things down on the paper and then finally turned to both of them giving his full attention. 

“She’s Bishop’s kid.” Frankie sported a shit eating grin as she saw Coco’s face fall. 

“Fuck, my bad.” He offered the girl apologetic eyes. “Jus’ a joke you know,” he got a little nervous. 

“You don’t gotta apologize, seems like we’re all strays off the beaten path,” 

The man smiled, “Off the beaten path or following true destiny.” He began to get philosophical. 

“Don’t get him started on this shit, he’ll have you thinking you smoked 20 blunts by the time he’s done explaining his Church of Coco meaning of life nonsense.” Frankie rolled her eyes. 

“Says you, who hits me back with all that psychological textbook bullshit.”

They both stared at each other seriously for a minute before they both broke out in laughter. They had Lara fooled for a minute thinking that they were actually fighting. 

Coco began moving back to the office and the girls followed behind them. 

“I gotta ask you a favor.” Frankie said confidently. 

“Ain’t nothing good ever come out of you asking  me for a favor.” Coco turned around and got serious for a minute. 

“Relax. It isn’t that deep. Figured since I’m down here early you could give me my monthly pick up.” 

“You’re  always asking for more than you’re payin’ for, you know that?” He leaned over the office table and pushed a few things around the drawer that was open and pulled out a bag that had about an eighth of weed in it. On the baggie itself it said “Frankie” on it, all ready for her. Coco tossed the bag to her. “Don’t tell me I ain’t ever did nothin’ for you.” 

“You literally are sent from the heavens, you know that.” 

“Yea tell that to every other mother fucker in my life.” His lips curled to one side in a smile as he brought his cigarette to his mouth. 

Both of the girls began to walk towards the clubhouse. Frankie put the weed in her back pocket while Lara tried to get her head on straight for her talk with Bishop. After a few seconds of getting overwhelmed and only having taken two steps towards the green building she decided she’d just wing it. Quickly, before she gave it a thought more she turned to Frankie. 

“So you two like a thing?”

Frankie practically choked on her chuckle. “Who? Me and Coco?” She laughed some more. “You smokin’ the shit I just bought?” Frankie joked. “Nope, just friends. He’s probably the closest person I got here. Everyone else is old as hell and too loyal to Hank– which I get by the way.” She turned sideways to talk to the girl as they strolled to the stairs. “It’s just nice having someone whose around a lot that I don’t gotta worry about always running to my dad.” 

“Oh Frankie did this, Frankie was here, Frankie asked me for that.” She mocked what Lara had to believe was some of the other MC members. “Coco just gets it. He’d never betray any of them, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut is all I’m saying. Plus he’s smart. He’s got a lot of knowledge about life.” Frankie explained. “He brought in the prospect too, who's cool, but still too early on to trust him like I do Coco, you know.” 

“Gotcha,” Lara nodded. 

“Why, you interested?” Frankie teased. 

“I think I need to take a break from boys.” Lara sighed. “Look what happened to the last one.” She quipped. 

“The last one, hm?” Frankie said as they made their way up the rickety steps leading to the entrance of the club. 

“What’s with that questioning look?” Lara frowned. 

“Bishop called Hank last night to ask if he saw you. So in turn, Hank asked me. Figured you were out and about, but that was like 1AM, so that also usually means you were out with company. And I know you weren’t with an ex.” She teased back. 

“You should go to school to become a detective.” Lara joked. “Yea I was with a guy. One night stand shit, nothing serious. Just needed to let off some steam.” Lara explained. 

“Let off? Or Get off?”  Frankie wiggled her eyebrows as they pushed through the clubhouse doors. 

The smell hit Lara like a ton of bricks. The alcohol, the smoke, the smell of outlaws. It was so familiar and brought back so many feelings. Her gaze went from left to right, scanning over the chairs and then to the bar, and over to the pool table and then the big stained glass door. It was closed which meant someone was in there, and considering that some of the members were outside she knew it wasn’t an official church meeting but her father was probably stuck behind the head seat. 

Frankie moved over to the bar but before Lara could follow, the door slid open. Taza emerged and saw Lara immediately and his face looked ecstatic. 

“Lara.” He said with open arms and walked over to the girl and embraced her. 

“Hola, Taza.” She hugged the man, giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Your dad is–” Just as he turned to look for Bishop he already appeared. 

“Right here. And wondering what the hell you’re doing here.” Bishop said with a firm voice. 

“I’ll leave you two.” Taza said as his face filled with a pitying look before disappearing. 

“Hear me out, please.” She said, holding her hand up. 

“This better be fuckin’ good.” He mumbled. 

“Let me stay here with you, you’re all alone in that house, it’s practically falling apart, inside and out. I can help out around keep the place looking livable, clean things up, and God forbid we spend a little company together. Would that be the worst thing?”

“We can do that if you’re a couple towns over. You can come visit every few months or I can come to you.” Bishop argued. 

“So you can continue to live in a pit full of alcohol? No. I already got a really good job, Frankie helped me get it all arranged.” She pointed at the girl who was drinking a beer, she offered up a wave before she made her way over. 

“Uncle Bish, it’s all set up, she’s going to be at her job more than she’ll be here, plus it’ll give me someone to hang out with when I come home and that’s also time spent away from here.” Frankie said, trying to convince the man. 

“You spend all your time here when you’re home.” Bishop frowned at his niece. 

Lara gave Frankie a look as she raised her eyebrows, expressing that she was doing more harm than good. 

“Well, if Lara’s here then maybe I won’t be.” She said and quickly brought the beer bottle to her mouth so she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper. 

Bishop managed to laugh. “You thought this through didn’t you?” He looked at Lara. 

Lara nodded in hopes he was changing his mind. 

As he began to speak, the door to the clubhouse opened up and Lara’s attention moved over to the commotion. The group of about 3 men walked in. She recognized the one man as Coco, and the other as Hank. The third man stood tall but she couldn’t see his face yet but he looked recognizable. She frowned, hearing her father still going on in the background but she was occupied with putting her finger on who that was and how she knew them. 

He turned around and that’s when she saw his face. Her body practically froze. He was the guy from last night. As the world continued without her attention, her eyes followed the man who was yet to notice her as he moved to the corner of the clubhouse with Hank and the man she just met, Coco. 

As Bishop wrapped up his long winded statement, Lara looked back at him. 

“What?” She said still half out of it. 

“I asked where are you working?” 

“The Villa.” Frankie spoke up seeing how distracted Lara was. 

Bishop nodded his head. 

“Alright, yea you can stay for a few months. But don’t be hangin’ around here.” 

Lara smiled, now coming back from the distracted zone she was in and hugged her father. 

“Thank you.” She kept her gratitude simple. 

“Don’t make me regret this.” He said giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading over to Hank at the bar. 

Meanwhile, while Lara was having her conversation with Bishop and Frankie, the mystery man had caught a glimpse of Lara and was in just as much confusion and shock as the girl. 

“Ay man, who is that?” He leaned over and asked Coco. 

“That’s Hank’s kid, Francesca – Frankie. You fuckin’ know that, fool.” Coco said as he lit up his second cigarette of the hour. 

“Nah, not Frankie. The other chick, talkin’ to Bish.”

Hank now interrupted the conversation. “That’s Bishop’s kid. And if I were you I’d stay far away. For your own sake. Bishop doesn’t play when it comes to Lara, and I don’t either.” Hank stood up and walked over to the bar. 

As both Bishop and Hank were occupied at the bar, Lara turned to Frankie. 

“Who is that? The tall one.” 

“Who?” Frankie casually looked over her shoulder as she asked and then realized who Lara was referring to.

 “Oh, that’s Angel, the prospect.”

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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.

[bailwhoreganaxoxo]

Things I think you’ve said based on your Mayans MC crush: Pt 1

Angel Reyes: “Being an adult is crazy I mean I could go buy a sword or like 10 pounds of bananas and no one can stop me!”

Nestor Oceteva: “Why go out when we could just stay home and do a Star Wars marathon in our underwear?”

Luisa “Adelita” Espina: “I can’t i’m busy with homework.” *is googling proper pegging technique while chilling in the back of a coffee shop*

Bishop Losa:  “God if I had the confidence I’d be a stripper right now.”

Che “Taza” Romero: “I wish my dad loved me”

Happy Lowman: “Listen I know you said no more cats but I found him all alone and scared on the way home. I couldn’t just leave him there!”

Hank “Tranq” Loza: “Did you not bring a jacket? I told you to bring one- ugh it’s fine I knew you’d forget so I have two extra ones in the trunk of my car do you want red or black?”

Neron “Creeper” Vargas: “I know that I’m *insert sexuality* but *insert actor* could step on my chest and spit in my mouth and I’d say thank you so much”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Hi hi! Can you recommend me some fics of yours? That you wrote. I got recommended to read your fics but have NO IDEA where to start. So hence I asked. Or am asking. And since we're both Mayans MC fans.... shower me with mayans fics! 🤣

Btw, how was or is your day? Hope you're doing well. I'm just about to go to sleep (great timing I know), but if I wake up to recs, I will devour them! No joke. Because I really don't know where to start.

hi, baby! first of all, i'm feeling a little better every day but it's a thing i'm still working on. how are you?

here i'm gonna leave you my favorite fics of every character from mayans mc and i hope you like them! 💖

angel reyes:

a miracle. this is the fluffiest thing i have ever written, just angel and reader having one of those moments that melt your heart.

you and me against the world. this is based on after ez was put in jail. reader and angel meet again and it's extra fluffy too.

the proposition. i forgot about this one lol this is a series of three chapters and i really love it.

canche (and bishop):

two roads. in this one, reader (bishop's daughter) and canche are secretly dating until bishop discovers it. angst and fluff as fuck.

che taza romero:

lose to win. this shit is painful as fuck and it's my favorite fic. taza is dealing with Riz's death and he basically puts it on reader by giving her the silent treatment. it's writing in first person, because i wanted to give my point of view. i cry just at the thought of it.

like mother like daughter. in this one, Taza and reader's daughter is the protagonist. the one-year-old baby is really close to her dad to the point she can't live without him. this is fucking fluff to the highest level.

ezekiel reyes:

and when she looks at me i swear i can't breathe. same here, ezekiel losing his ass for his newborn daughter.

twenty one seconds. smut. ezekiel can't have any kind of sexual relationship with reader, and she thinks he wants to break up. but you know, happy ending. *wink wink*

gilly lopez:

should i try? this is a series of five chapters. just... read it. probably it will have a lot of grammar mistakes because it was one of the first things i posted here but fuck that, i'm proud of this shit.

hank tranq loza:

a drabble. clingiest fucking moment between tranq and reader. bishop almost throws his stomach out.

johnny coco cruz:

2+1 means family. coco introducing leti to reader. really beautiful.

just one night. this is a series of three chapters. angst as fuck with a happy ending.

why are you crying? same here, angst as fuck but with a happy ending. reader has been in love with coco since ever and one day he appears with his new girlfriend. just another bitch.

leticia cruz:

a family thing. reader defending leti. that's it. that's all. cute as hell.

marcus alvarez:

cosas de niños. fluff as fuck, just read it and enjoy it.

home, sweet home. domestic marcus attending his fam.

MICHAEL RIZ ARIZA. YOU HAVE TO READ EVERY SINGLE WORK I HAVE WRITTEN FOR HIM BECAUSE I SAY SO. YOU HEAR ME????? But you can start with keeping up with the arizas.

miguel galindo:

sorry doesn't fix everything. reader is his daughter and this shit is gonna break your heart, i'm not sorry, there's no happy ending here.

neron creeper vargas:

just one second. smut. reader is a firefighter and gets hurt. it was my first writing for him and i'm really proud. big chicago fire vibes here.

nestor oceteva:

i need you more. reader is his daughter and you know, nestor works too much and reader just wants to call his attention.

obispo bishop losa:

partner in crime. the before and after of being el presidente.

el rey de los mayas. i wrote this one yesterday???? based on season three. reader is the fucking queen.

texts. this is a series of four short chapters. sweet and really funny. i love it.

oscar ‘el oso’ ramos:

i've got my ticket and i'm gonna go home. this is a little painful because reader is pregnant of oscar and he has to hide her in santo padre from the dea. and they're separated for a long, long time. but it has a happy ending.

special editions with all of them:

mayans mc x reader. this masterlist contains drabbles with different plots and all of them. my favorite is the first day of school, not gonna lie.

how they would react to: part one and part two.

halloween week.

headcanons week.

november of drabbles.

random scenes.

i've been a whole fucking hour creating this post, i hope it helps you 😂

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❚❙ NOVEMBER OF DRABBLES.

❛ with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza: overprotecting.

WORDS: about 600.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

❚❙ GIF credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

❚❙ MASTERLIST.

❚❙ TAG LIST.

“So, then, I pick you up at six?”

“No, no, no. We can… meet at six at the cinema”.

If your father finds out that you're going to have a date, he's going to kill you. He doesn't even know that you have been hanging out with Charlie for the last four months. He's the older brother of Camila, one of your best friends; Tranq knows his family, he likes them, but it's not the same having a friendship than a relationship.

“Okay, ready. See you there, babe”. He mumbles with a happy smile drawn on his face, wrapping you with his arms.

Leaning up on your tiptoes, placing your hands on his chest, you're about to kiss him when your name uttered with a yell floods the highschool's parking. Suddenly you start to shake with widened eyes, turning your face to the man some feet away from you. Heavily gulping, feeling Charlie's heart speeding fast, you lick ashamed your bottom lip.

“Da—Dad”. You babble, pulling yourself away from your boyfriend, under the attentive looks of other students and some teachers.

With three big strides, the big man reaches your position. His eyebrows are frowned and his jaw is so tense that you think he's going to break his teeth. Crossing his arms over his huge chest, guiding his dark eyes towards your boyfriend.

“How old are you, ah?” He asks, even if he already knows it.

“Eigh—Eighteen, sir…”

“You know she has sixteen, right?”

“Ye—Yeah…”

“It's illegal. And you better don't try to kiss her aga—”.

“Dad, can you…?”

“You better keep your mouth closed, niña. Get on the bike and don't argue if you don't want to be locked down for the rest of your life”. His voice is deep and rough, quite the opposite of how usually it is.

Bowing your head down, saying no word, you pass them away with angry steps to his motorcycle. And it's not because you have been embarrassed in front of all your friends and schoolmates, but because Charlie probably will break up with you. That's what happens when your father is paranoically overprotective.

As soon as you come back home, you slam the door of your room with all your strength, tossing yourself on your bed and hiding your head under the pillow. Another drama teen sponsored by Tranq Loza.

“What happened?” You mom asks him, sticking her head out of the kitchen.

“She was kissing a guy!”

“What? Which guy? Do we know him?”

“Yeah! Camila's brother!”

“Oh, really? Finally!”

“I'm sorry, what?” Tranq raises an eyebrow with an incredulous gesture on his face. “Did you know about them?”

“Kinda like. I knew (Y/N) had a… what do they call it…? Ah… Crush! Yeah, basically our girl has been in love with him since ever”.

“What?”

“Wait. WHAT DID YOU DO, HANK?”

“NOTH—”

“Don't you dare to lie to your wife, or I swear I'm gonna fuck you up”.

“Maybe… I did… something”.

“Fix it, pendejo o lo vas a pagar bien caro”.

Sitting up when your door gets opened, hoping it's your mother, you sigh cleaning the tears on your cheeks with the back of your fingers. Your father comes in, having a seat on the edge of your bed, taking his wallet from a pocket to offer you fifty bucks.

“I… pay this date”. He murmurs with a low tone of voice.

Confused, you take the bill as he leans forward to place his lips on your forehead in a gentle gesture.

“But if he tries to kiss you, I will break his legs”. Tranq whispers into your ear. “I'm the only man you can kiss, until your thirty birthday”.