#Miguel Galindo one shot

[justanoasisimagines]

Mi Amor,

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Today it's been five years since I first laid eyes on you. I cannot believe it's been so long. Only yesterday, was I looking at you during a board meeting. You were knowledgeable and brilliant and the way you held your own was remarkable. I admit I knew then I would know you. Did I know it would lead us to a five-year relationship full of ups and downs? No. However, I'm glad I followed my instincts because it led me to you. Happy Anniversary Mi Amor, here's to many more years together. With you by my side, I'll always be unstoppable. Yours Forever, Miguel x

[imagineredwood]

"You should be scared of me. I like that you're not."

Request: You should be scared of me. I like that you're not with our cartel daddy Miguel Galindo"

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Gun violence, mild blood

Word count: 595

"Come here."

Miguel's voice was gruff as he spoke to you, hand outstretched for you to place yours into it. You stared at him blankly for a handful of seconds, willing for both the fog in your brain and the ringing in your ears to go away. Miguel didn't move, hand still reaching. His heart pounded in his chest, though not from the shootout. From the idea that maybe this would be the thing that finally drove you away. 

The late nights? You had understood. The missed or canceled dates? They'd made you sad, but you knew business was important. Bodyguards all around? Intrusive at times, but necessary. The cartel life had only been glittering necklaces and champagne-filled flutes during bubble baths up until this point. The danger Miguel always spoke on seemingly nonexistent it was so far removed. You hadn't seen it yet; hadn't been subjected to it. 

Until tonight. 

With the shots ringing out, the beautiful crystal clear glass of the windows nearby shattering, the chaos and yelling men. It had shocked you just as much as the sharp pain of your skinned knee when Miguel had shoved you to the ground behind the Suburban. Now here you were, standing back upright, a small trickle of blood dripping down your knee as you stared at your fiance. His eyes were fierce but there was a sadness in them as he wondered if now that you had seen the true state of things, you would decide neither he nor his life were for you and split. That worry fizzled though as you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you in return, one holding the small of your back to keep you upright while the other cradled the back of your head to him. You clung to him, small shudders running through your body as the adrenaline coursed through your veins. He was your safe space. Nothing and no one could make you feel safer, even with all of the casings that littered the street around you. Foolish and dangerous as it may have been. Despite he himself actually being the danger, there wasn't a place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Miguel pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, ushering you into the vehicle with the help of Nestor, it taking off before either of you could get your seatbelts on. The ride home was silent, your hand clutching Miguels. Neither of you broke it until you were in your bathroom, Miguel kneeling before you to clean your leg while you sat on the counter. 

“You should be scared of me. I like that you’re not.” 

You gazed at him through heavy eyes, the adrenaline from before having worn out and left you ready to crash. Your smile was soft as you looked at him, following him with your eyes as he stood. 

"I could never be scared of you. If there's one thing that doesn't scare me, it's you. You had me on the ground before I even knew what was happening. You saved me. Nothing you do will ever scare me. Unless you tried to cannibalize me or something." 

Your heartfelt way of confirming that you weren't going anywhere both warmed his heart and made him chuckle with a shake of his head. He wrapped his arms around your middle and tugged you off the counter into him, voice taking on a husky edge as he dragged you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. 

"Oh, I'll cannibalize you alright." 

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Gotta Be Somebody-Part 7

Angel Reyes X Reader

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My dearest Angel,

I’m writing this in the quiet of the night while everyone is asleep. It’s times like this I miss you the most. I miss how we would sit and stare at the sky all night on my balcony when we couldn’t sleep. I miss you every second of every day. Knowing you’re safe is what keeps me going.

Soon this will all be over and I can see you again. I take any chance I can get to leave compound to do for Adelita in hopes by some chance I’ll get to see you on this side of the border. Sometimes I think I do, but I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

You remember my favorite song? Gotta be somebody? All I can think about the last couple of months is how I want to be your somebody and you mine. Don’t tell dad cause he’d kill us both, but I love you, Angel. I know you love me, too. I seen it, that day that I had to leave, in your eyes.

I don’t know what will happen in the days or weeks, hell, even months to come, but I wanted you to know in case something happened to me.

I’ve got to go. Before someone wakes and sees me still awake. Until I can see you again, my angel.

(Y/N)

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I sat in the perch of the safe house, taking guard of Miguel’s product for Adelita. She’s started trusting me more and more lately; all thanks to my knowledge of shit from Coco and Gilly. That trust is what I’m hoping works in my favor in the weeks to come. This raid I helped with on dad and the guys is the starting line in my plan.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a whistle from my left. I looked over to see one of the guys motioning at movement in the distance. That was my que to move. It would seem dad gave Miguel my letter and he’s cashing in on that now. I slipped the silencer on my gun as I stood and walked towards the newer recruit.

With his back turned to me, I shot him and was able to catch him before he could fall and alert the others on the ground. I took out a small light from my pocket and clicked it twice, signaling Nestor and his men to begin. Once the gunfire ensued, I ran from my position and started firing.

I managed to get two more of Adelita’s men down before Nestor reached me.

“We meet again.” I said.

“That we do. What’s you’re plan here?”

“Leave me and two others alive. Shoot my arm and punch me so it looks like I was knocked out in the fight and then tie us together before you leave so Adelita finds us. Make sure to knock the others out so they don’t know I was a part of this. I’ll tell her we were ambushed and I was shot at while in the middle of everything and I was attacked from behind and knocked out.”

Nestor nodded. “Ready?”

I nodded in turn. “Yeah.”

After helping Nestor clear out the rest of the men, I helped load the van with Miguel’s product. Nestor showed me proof that dad and the others would get their money once he got back and I nodded. He aimed his gun at me and I felt the bullet pierce through my bicep.

I screamed out in pain. “Oh I’m so whooping your ass in the ring when I get out of this shit!”

Nestor chuckled. “We’ll see. Let’s finish up so I can get your guys paid and Miguel’s product back to him.”

I nodded. “Now, tie me up with those two and get out of here. She’ll know something’s up soon and come to check when I haven’t checked in.”

Nestor did as I told him to then gave me an apologetic look before everything went black.

I woke to the sound of my name being called. I looked around dazed and confused, letting my vision come back into focus.

“What happened?” Adelita asked.

“I don’t know. One minute I’m on perch keeping watch and the next there’s gunfire going off. I was attacked from behind and I don’t know anything else.” I sat up from the bed I was put in and threw my legs over the side.

“Had to be Galindo’s men. Someone is working on the inside here. How else would they know where it was being kept?” Adelita passed back and forth in front of me.

“I don’t know. It’s possible that one of the new recruits could be working for him. I seen a few of them with identical cuts on their left palms. It’s suspicious that suddenly in the last week Mini has found a few more strays on the streets and asked to bring them in.”

“Mini has nothing to do with this.” She yelled.

“I didn’t say she did. But we know how soft and kind hearted she is. She’s still a child and finding someone her age being left on the streets like she was because of the Galindo Cartel, it’s still suspicious. They could be setting us up.”

Adelita stopped and thought about what I said. “You’re right. There was two men left alive with you. Maybe one of them is the rat. We need to find out more information. My best guess is that motorcycle club you raided last week has a big part of it. I intend to find a way to stop them.”

She quickly left the tent and I let out the breath I was holding when she mentioned the club. I had to send a message to Nestor to start preparing. If I knew Adelita, it would be just a few days and we’d be on the move. I grabbed my walkie and swapped channels.

I used the signal I needed to speak. Shortly after, Nestor’s voice come through.

“Yeah.”

“Get ready. She thinks it’s the club. It’ll be a few days. I’ll signal when we move out and to where.”

“Copy.”

I took a deep breath. I had to stop her. I couldn’t let her hurt my dad and family. I couldn’t make my move yet. I had to wait. I began making plans of my own for when the time come.

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Angel

I was sitting at the bar waiting for the rest of the guys to finish up at Templo when my phone rang.

“Yeah.”

“It’s me. I need to talk to Bishop.”

“Aight. Hold up.”

I walked to the door and knocked.

“Yeah!”

“Bish, it’s Nestor.” I replied.

“Come in.”

I walked in and put the phone on speaker so everyone could hear.

“What it is?”

“I just got word from (Y/N). She told me to start getting ready. Said Adelita thinks it was you guys that ambushed the site and took the product back. She said it’ll be a few days, but she’ll let me know when they move out and to where.”

Bishop sighed. “Alright. Wherever it is, I want to know. Knowing my daughter, it’s going to be the final showdown for her to end this.”

“Yeap.”

They hung up the phone and I went to walk out. Before I could get far, Bishop grabbed my wrist.

“Hold on. There’s something we need to discuss with you.”

I nodded. “Okay. What’s up?”

“Take off the kutte and lay it at the end of the table.” Bishop pointed to the far end.

I dropped my head. I knew better than to argue so I did what he told me to. I laid it out, Prospect patch up.

“You’ve done a lot for this club. You’ve done a lot for my daughter. With what’s about to go down, I need to know I have people to have our backs, my back. You’ve shown that the last few months.”

He waved his hand and all of a sudden new patches were laid in front of me on my kutte. I looked at him with a shocked expression.

“Bish, seriously?”

“You’ve earned it, kid. You’ve shown all of us how bad you want this. That’ll you’ll stick your neck out for any one of us. Welcome to the club.” Hank said, slapping my shoulder.

One by one each guy gave me a hug and welcomed me in. Last was Bishop. He hugged me to him and held me there.

“When this shit goes down, I want you by my side. You’re the only other person who loves my (Y/N) as much as me and would kill for her. I want you to protect her at all cost. I brought you in early, don’t make me regret it.”

I shook my head. “I won’t.”

Later that night, I sat up and put my new patches on my kutte. When I was done, I pulled out (Y/N)’s picture and letter she left me and read it again and again. I missed her. I wanted her home. I vowed then I’d make sure she made it home and wouldn’t leave my side again.

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[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

Characters Added to ASK LIST:

Mitch Ripley (Chicago Med)

Bode Leone (Fire Country)

Manny Perez (Fire Country)

Vince Leone (Fire Country)

Arlo Turk (NCIS: LA)

Fics:

Chicago Fire:

Exs - You catch Jeff and Lisa arguing outside the firehouse.

Chicago Med:

S.A.D - You notice a decline in Mitch's mood.

What It Feels Like - Mitch knows what it feels like to be alone.

Fire Country:

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

All of It (NSFW) - Manny wants it all with you.

Silk (NSFW) - Vince loves you in silk.

Law & Order:

Do It Right - Vince wants to do it right with you.

Mayans:

Benito - Things get complicated when your ex husband Benito comes to town.

Inevitable - Bottles finds a letter on your kitchen table.

Galindo Series - Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor's life.

LA!Series - Part Three: Legacy - Manny learns your story.

NCIS:

Soundtrack - McGee notices your relationship with Alden has a soundtrack.

NCIS LA:

Five Years (NSFW) - It's been five years since Arlo last laid eyes on you.

Beachside - Arlo spends a morning on the water considering about what you've told him.

For You - Arlo confirms his feelings for you.

Hourglass - You remember the moment you fell in love with Harm.

What You Need - You take care of Harm when he needs it.

Night Calls - You and Harm wake up to a call in the middle of the night.

Strong Women - Harm has always had an attraction to strong women.

Danny's Song - The first song that Nik ever sung to you.

NCIS New Orleans:

Rain - Dwayne thinks of you everytime it rains.

The Rookie:

Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.

The Rookie: Feds:

Distraction - Brendon needs a distraction from a hideous day.

Will Trent:

Part Five: Different - Will compares the differences between you and Angie.

[drabbles-mc]

Doctor Recommended

Nestor Oceteva & Erin Thomas

For Day 6 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: painkillers/bad coping mechanisms

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, mentions of pills

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: In a twist that is shocking to no one at all, I do have a bigger fic about these two sitting in my wip folder as we speak. It exists completely separate from this one-shot, but it does exist. Despite the fact that the two of them have never shared a single second of screentime, you can catch me constantly thinking about Nestor and Erin together anyway. No one can stop me. 😌

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The house was silent as Nestor made his way through to the kitchen. Despite the fact that the last forty-eight hours had gone horrendously, and that his right arm was now strapped down in a sling, he still was pulling his overnight watch at the Galindo house. Realistically, he didn’t know how much use he would be if something were to happen, but the house had yet to be ambushed in the dead of night so he figured it would be a relatively safe and easy shift.

For the few hours that he’d been there so far, everything had been quiet. Everyone was upstairs and, presumably, asleep. The house was as close to silent as it would ever be. Most of what he’d been doing was just patrolling and making sure that nothing looked like it was out of the ordinary.

Even though it’d been an uneventful night so far, it didn’t stop the shooting pain in his shoulder that was quickly starting to travel down his arm. The doctor had given him painkillers when he’d initially gotten checked out. The pain hadn’t been bad enough, in Nestor’s opinion, to warrant them yet. However, he also had no intention of spending the entire night in pain. So he made his way to the kitchen with the intention of finally taking a couple of the pills to at least take a bit of the edge off.

Erin was quietly making her way back to her room upstairs from the bathroom when she heard noises coming from downstairs. If it had been anyone else’s house, she would’ve assumed that it was nothing, but it wasn’t just anyone’s house. She didn’t pretend to know all the details of what Miguel got up to when he left the house, but she knew that things hadn’t been going well lately. After all, there was no other reason that the man would’ve called her and invited her to the house.

She was regretting all of that as she crept down the stairs and started making her way towards the noise. She knew that it was an ill-informed decision—it wasn’t like she had any weapons on her and she had no interest in getting into a brawl with an intruder, but it was too late now. She was too committed to the plan.

The closer she got to rounding the corner to get into the kitchen, the better she could make out some of the actual sounds. She heard someone grumbling but she couldn’t quite make out the words. Then she heard something clattering against the countertops. Her heart felt like it was starting to creep up into her throat as she tried to brace herself for rounding the corner.

She stepped into the kitchen with more speed and gusto than necessary, and with more than she thought she would be able to muster given the late hour. She was holding her breath, eyes wide as she looked around to see who was in the house and what was going on.

Her sudden appearance caught Nestor off-guard. The still-closed pill bottle in his hands slipped from his grasp and clattered against the counter again. He whipped around to face her, having to reach with his non-dominant hand for his gun, the motion much slower than it would’ve been if he actually had use of his right arm.

That turned out to be a good thing for both of them, though. In the time that it took for him to try and reach for his gun, he realized that it was only Erin, and the extra couple of seconds that she had on him because of her silent approach allowed her to see that it was only Nestor. As much as she hated that Miguel always seemed to have people wandering around the house at all hours, she was glad that he was at least supposed to be there.

“Fuck me,” she said, the words sounding more like a sigh of relief than anything else.

Nestor was struggling to re-holster his gun, eyes trained on that rather than Erin as he asked, “What are you doing up?”

She walked deeper into the kitchen, landing herself on the opposite side of the island from him. “I thought I heard someone breaking in to try and, I don’t know, kill everyone.” Even with her hushed voice, the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

He lifted his eyes and looked at her, eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of her in a ratty, over-sized t-shirt and pajama shorts. All he could think was that if he had been someone breaking in, Erin wouldn’t have posed much of a threat. “Planned on being the first to go?”

She laughed quietly and rolled her eyes. “Big talk coming from the guy who can’t pull his gun right now.” She leaned forward so that her forearms were braced against the countertop. “Why are you even here? Like, are you even useful right now?”

Nestor would’ve taken more time to be annoyed by her commentary if he hadn’t been so busy battling it out with the bottle of pills in his hand. “Useful enough,” he grumbled out.

An amused grin came over her lips as she watched him struggle. “Yea, I see that.”

Nothing more was said between the two of them as Nestor continued to fiddle with the bright orange bottle of pills. Erin perched her chin in her hand as she watched him. She could’ve easily gone back to bed, but she knew that she wasn’t going to fall back to sleep anytime soon so there was no point. Instead, she kept herself camped out on the opposite side of the island, perfectly content while Nestor had growing frustration to pair with his intensifying pain.

Erin wouldn’t have had any problem popping the top off the bottle of pills for him, but she wanted him to ask for the help. She didn’t have any specific problem with Nestor that made her want to watch him struggle, but she knew that it really wouldn’t kill him to just ask for some assistance.

He could feel her eyes on him as his left hand wrapped around the bottle and tried to get the top off. As if being in pain wasn’t enough, now he had an audience to his temporary incompetence. He didn’t have to be looking at her to know that she was getting a kick out of it all, probably scheming up some smart remarks. He was no stranger at this point to being on the end of those, but the pain he was in made him a little less tolerant of it all.

A couple different times he tried to use the hand of his arm that was bound in the sling. Each time, though, he was reminded that everything in his arm and hand were connected because another jolt of pain would go through him when he attempted to put apply any kind of pressure with that hand.

Letting out a deep sigh, he fought the urge to just slam the plastic bottle against the countertop. His left hand was clamped down tightly over the lid, and even in the low lighting of the kitchen Erin could see the clench in his jaw as he tried not to throw the entire thing across the house.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, ready to make another futile attempt at it all. Erin didn’t know how long the two of them had actually been standing there on either side of the island, but it was far too long for so little reward. The second he lifted the bottle off the countertop, Erin leaned over the island, nearly lifting her feet off the floor in the process of reaching, and snatched the bottle out of his hand.

“I can’t fuckin’ watch this anymore,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“I—”

“No you don’t,” she didn’t allow him to try and argue. It took her all of five seconds to get the lid off. She handed the bottle back over to him, keeping the lid to herself as she spun it on the counter like it was a coin she’d found along the way.

Her hand toyed idly with the cap to the bottle while she watched Nestor set the bottle down before turning around and stepping over towards the cupboards where all of the glasses and plates were kept. Reaching up, he pulled the door to one open and grabbed a glass tumbler for himself. Erin assumed that he was going to put it under the sink faucet and fill it with water. Instead, though, he set the glass down on the counter and reached for one of the bottles of whiskey intermingled among hers and Emily’s numerous bottles of wine.

That was a bottle that he was able to get the cap off of with no problem. Erin chuckled as she watched him pour a fairly generous amount of the liquor into the glass that he’d gotten. He screwed the cap back onto the bottle, sliding it back into place before moving the glass to the island where the open bottle of pills sat.

Everything felt like it took so many more steps than necessary when he only had use of one hand. He set the glass down and grabbed the pill bottle, shaking two out onto the counter before setting the bottle back down. He swiped the pills up and tossed them into his mouth, holding them there for a moment as he grabbed the glass of whiskey. He took a large sip to wash the pills down. Once that was done, he took another sip for good measure before setting the glass back down.

Erin was watching the entire thing, chuckling to herself as she did. “Yea,” she said when Nestor set the glass back down, “I think that’s exactly how the doctors recommend you take those.” She ignored Nestor’s lack of a response as she reached across the counter for the bottle again. Making a big show of turning the bottle in her hand and reading the label, she said, “Right here, actually. Make sure to take with copious amounts of alcohol.”

Nestor shook his head at her as he drummed his fingers on the outside of his glass. He knew her well enough to know that whether or not he gave her an argument about it, she was going to keep talking anyway. Every day he wondered how she and Emily came from the same family. He and his brother had been different, sure, but nothing like the two of them.

Erin half-expected Nestor to tell her to go back to bed. Or, at the very least, simply walk away from her and out of the kitchen. It wasn’t as though he was chatty with her under the best circumstances, let alone a night like this. But still, he hadn’t left, hadn’t tried to send her away.

“So, what happened, anyway?” she asked, her voice so much quieter than it usually was.

He was so caught off-guard by how genuine she sounded when she asked that he almost gave her the answer. He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped himself. Instead, he just shook his head. “Nothing.”

Erin sighed, shaking her head as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yea, last time I ended up popping painkillers with my arm strapped down it was also because of nothing.”

She waited for him to have some sort of response, something passive-aggressive and dismissive all at once. But he was silent. The two of them stayed across from each other, silently staring at each other and waiting for the other to have something to say. If history was evidence to anything, it was that Erin was going to have something to say first. However, it seemed like she was determined to get him to speak up for once.

He knew that getting into any of it with her was going to do more harm than good. There was nothing that she could do about it, no help that she could offer. And if she was already paranoid about whoever was in the house, telling her about the threats they were dealing with outside the house on a regular basis wasn’t going to help ease any of her unrest.

Instead of offering her anything substantial, he asked, “Can you put the cap back on that?”

She watched as he nodded towards the pill bottle that was sitting in front of her. Her knee-jerk reaction was to be petty and tell him to do it himself. He saw it in her eyes that she didn’t want to make things easy for him if he wasn’t going to offer her any kind of answers. But the harshness in her eyes only lasted for a moment before it softened slightly and she put the cap back on for him. Her concession to that was the most she’d ever seemed to be like Emily in the entire time that Nestor had known her.

“Next time you gotta open it, you’re on your own,” she said as she slid it across the counter to him.

A tiny smirk pulled at the one end of his mouth, but he didn’t say anything, instead giving a short nod of acknowledgment. He stood there waiting, assuming from her tone and her comment that she was going to go back to bed. Instead of leaving him to his own devices, Erin walked around to the other side of the island and grabbed her own glass. Nestor watched her intently, wondering what she was going to grab for herself. Much to his surprise, she reached for the same bottle that he had only a short while before.

She poured herself a smaller portion than Nestor had poured for himself. Once she put the cap back on, she stepped back to the island, her and Nestor now both on the same side. Setting her glass out of harm’s way, she hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter, legs dangling over the edge of it. Nestor didn’t comment on it or try to move away from her. He watched as she grabbed her cup and took a sip, cringing slightly as it went down.

The silence between them was welcome, comfortable even. It wasn’t often that the two of them found themselves in each other’s company with no one else around. Typically wherever Nestor was, Miguel or Emily wasn’t far behind. There were a million questions that Erin wanted to ask since it was just the two of them for once, but she was smart enough to know that she wouldn’t get the answers to any of them.

“Future reference,” she finally broke the silence as she toyed with the glass in her hands, “the wine is way better.”

It was the first time Erin had ever heard Nestor let out anything reminiscent of a laugh or a chuckle. She chalked it up to the painkillers finally starting to kick in. He nodded in acknowledgment as he picked up his glass and brought it back to his lips, taking another sip without a word.

[zaenight]

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes : Nestor octeva CHAPTER 1

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Patiently waiting for ep 1 and 2 of mayans s5 😗

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"Uncle Tig we'll be fine , you said Marcus set us up with a house , stop whining." Jess said , Jessie Trager , the youngest niece of Tig , told the man who was spouting out profanities.

"He's right to worry , what if the sons and mayans go to war and they try to kill us for being related to him." Sage , her older sister stated.

"Thats not helping! , and your the one who wanted to move!" Jess exclaimed jumping up and down.

"Just stating the facts." Sage said .

"The lass is right , yer sure ya can't move somewhere close by." Chibs said , he became the president after Jax teller passed , he also happened to be Jessie's godfather.

"Alvarez said they needed a Docter that they could trust , Moving to santo Padre could make the bond stronger." Happy lowman stated , The tacoma killer was the godfather of Sage , who like him , was an expert of torture.

"I like torturing more than I like healing , but we get a house already set up and everything , It would be a shame to waste this oppurtunity , Plus Chucky's there , we'll know someone." Sage stated as Jess made a noise of disgust.

"Still can't belive you lost the card game and had to give up

Chucky." Jess said to Chibs.

"We'll be a call away Little girl , just calll if we need to kill some Mayans." Happy stated as Sage got into their packed car , Jess hugged the three men , hopping in.

"Where's the fun in that when you could do it yourself." Sage said winking  as Jess started rambling about getting this show on the road.

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The two arrived at a house , it Reminded the girls of Piney's cabin , which they stayed at frequently , No other houses around , but not too far from town , it was perfect.

"Marcus , Thank you for this." Sage told the man she and her sister have known since they were children , The mayans and sons had their ups and downs , not only that but Sage had dated his son Esai , who would've proposed to her , until his death , she still has the ring on a chain around her neck , It was found by Diana , his mother ,and the first wife of marcus alvarez , who gave it to the then seventeen year old, no one has seen her sense the death of esai.

"No need for that niñita , welcome to Santo padre , if you two need anything , call." He said as they thanked him.

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"Angel where's your Prospect?" Obispo Losa , also known as Bishop , president of the mayans charter , asked

the man.

"He went too see our old man." Angel Reyes said , his little brother had some years shaved off his sentence , and is now prospecting for the club.

"Need him on this run , and Marcus wants him to show the trager girls around." Bishop said to him.

"Protection? , and the Bone lady and that little manipulator are here?" Angel said , you may be asking why he called Jess a manipulater , simply because she'll act dumb then end up beating you at your own game.

"Yes those two , Sage will be our go too doctor , Think he's ready?" Bishop questioned.

"Yeah." Angel said.

"Good." The shorter man said as he and Hank walked away.

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It went wrong fast , they got shot up , Sage and Jess drove to the rescue , Miguel was Pissed as he greeted the two.

Sage rushed over to Creeper , Greeting the men , Jess knew a bit of medical stuff thanks to her , so she helped with Riz,Ez and Sage locked eyes before she focused on creeper.

"So who was it ?" Miguel questioned the men , Creeper winced as Sage took a bullet out , cleaning the wound.

"Don't know , they were pros." Bishop said as Galindo looked through a book of fabrics.

"Well At least we didn't lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs." Miguel stated.

"They ambushed us sir , came out of nowhere." Creeper said as Sage made a makeshift sling out of fabric , Riz had somewhat recover , Its the best she could do without proper equipment , he'll have to go to another doctor untill she can get her hands on Stuff.

"You'll need time to heal , no going out and about for awhile." Sage stated to creeper , as Jess started twirling around in circles until she sat down.

"We change route... , vehicle...,time and day, every run is different , So... they came out of somewhere , and someone gave them the details." Miguel stated getting up.

"No one in my club." Bishop stated as Creeper winced.

"Implying im the one foolish enough , to employ a traitor ? , hmmm." Miguel said , no one noticed the two girls , angel , and coco , glance at eachother.

"The guy holding Gilly was dark skinned , Ink on his arm , it looked like uh... tribal letters , B-T-T." Ez said , as a prospect , a new one , speaking out of turn without being asked was a big no no.

Sage loved it , she was gonna enjoy every second of it.

"He remembers shit , had guns at our heads , who knows what the hell he saw." Angel sajd turning back around.

"The Prospect." Miguel said as Jess got up looking through fabrics.

"B-T-T , base town tribe , samoan gang out of san Bernardino." Bishop said thinking.

"Didn't some of them do time for killing Haji ?" He asked.

"Fallujah , Rival company crazy as fuck." Coco said.

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After discussing who it was that shot them up , Miguel wanted the shot caller , and they were gonna get him what he wants , threataning to kill a mayan if the shot called isn't at his church pew by tommorow , but the girls did realize he glanced towards them for a bit.

Yeah so much for not being on his radar.

But anyways Bishop had punched Ez for speaking out of turn.

"You don't speak unless we tell you too , I don't give a shit what you remember , Educate your prospect." Bishop told him before turning to angel.

Sage clapped slightly gaining their attention , Before helping Ez up , checking his face.

They walked away with taza telling them to Bring creeper to the doctor that usually takes care of them , honestly why is she here , he also stated that El Padrino's on his way.

They're lucky she's being paid , Jess was skipping around creeper , who laughed at the girl , who seemed to brighten things up.

"Padrino , Godfather." Ez translated as Angel got him up from the chair Sage sat him down on.

"Alvarez , The reason me and Jess came here." Sage stated , As Jess ran ahead of them spouting nonsense,into the tunnels they went.

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"Right there , Careful!" Sage exclaimed , as She helped the older male docter prepare stuff.

"Hiciste un buen trabajo, quizás tenga que contratarte." The doctor said to Sage as Jess sat down.

(you did a good job , I might have to hire you)

"gracias señor, hice lo mejor que pude con lo que tenía a mano, y podría aceptar esa oferta." Sage replied perfectly.

(thank you sir , I did my best with what was on hand , and I might take you up on that offer.)

And then they got to work , with Jess asking when the fuck she learned spanish.

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Part 1 of ep 1 perro/oc

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[dreamlover31]

We'll it's been 5 seasons but we've reached the end of the Mayans MC series, for those of you who have yet to watch the series finale I suggest you avoid reading this post... especially for you Miguel Galindo fans

First I'd like to start with the moment we've all been waiting for...the timely demise of Ezekiel Reyes, when Bishop reveals to everyone that EZ the rat and Creeper was killed because he knew, he gets both EZ and Angel pinned down by Gilley and the others...at that moment Bishop gives Angel a choice, kill your brother to prove to us that you had no knowledge or they kill them both

Now naturally Angel is not going to lose the only living blood relative he has but EZ reassures him that it's the only way he can be there for his son Maverick...so reluctantly Angel stabs his brother and the rest of the MC take turns stabbing him until he's dead, now I know it's a fucked up position to be in but in the end Angel gets to be a father to Maverick and that's good enough for me

Speaking of which, turns out that Sofia... EZ's girlfriend is in fact pregnant and if course I had my reservations about it given her track record as a mother and the baby daddy but that problem took care of itself when Bottles shoots Sofia after they've finished killing EZ... tying up loose ends as they say

And then of course Marcus has welcomed another son with his wife, basically the theme of fatherhood is apparent in this episode but the fact that both Angel and Marcus will be there to raise their sons and not have a dark cloud looming over them made it the perfect way to end the series

However, there will be one little boy who won't have that chance...sorry to say guys but Cristobal won't be having anymore playful moments with his dad because his mother shot him. Emily avenged her sister's death by shooting not only Miguel but the bodyguard Luis...I know this is devastating to all you Miguel fans out there but I never cared for the man so his death like EZ's was a long time coming

So all in all, I'm so glad at the way everything turned out, 3 psychopaths dead (EZ, Miguel and Isaac) both Emily and Angel as well as Marcus are free to raise their children without fear and death hanging over them although it is a bittersweet victory since everyone's favorite corrupt DEA agent Potter is still running the show but you take what you can get right lol

[saturnville]

hiiii friends 🫶🏾 i hope you’ve been well in the midst of chaos. i have couple of updates for you all.schedule is about to free up. that being said, I’ll reveal some of things I’ve been writing:

2 five part short stories about tariq st. patrick bc I’m obsessed.

a one shot about shuri and her being obsessed w her partner

and little poetry tings.

i also wanted to ask if there was anything specific y’all wanted to see? as a refresher, i write for the following:

steve rogers/captain america

andy barber

dr. strange

shuri udaku

tasm!peter parker

mcu!peter parker

angel reyes

ezekiel reyes

miguel galindo

tariq st. patrick

and a few more i can’t remember LOL

i don’t write for real people much…unless i’m referring to them as inspiration for a character. so yeah, just let me know. dm’s are always open. i apologize for the ones i haven’t gotten to just yet, life has been rough :( but it’s getting better!

i have a poll for y’all too 🌺

[purestxblood]

𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞? 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲? ▔ 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀,  𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢�� 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, & 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸/ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝟭, 𝟱𝟵𝟲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝘅

The walls vibrated in a soothing union as music radiated through the nearly burnt out speakers spread amongst the shitty dive bar you found yourself in for not the second but third day in the row. You were never the type to throw yourself a pity party, always refusing to lower your head in shame and spread your tears until everyone knew you were in fact breaking and feeling ‘woe is me’. You were strong, level headed, and independent. 

Granted, you weren’t as confident and strong minded as you feigned yourself to be. You had your moments where you drank way too much and allowed the shadows of negative thoughts to cloud your head and maybe you did often allow your demons to shine light and fight battles no one else could beat. You were undefeated in the ring and it was rare for any man to put up with your antics.

It wasn’t your fault. You honestly tried to keep the monsters at bay and for the most part you did well. With a heart feeling three times its size you had a lot of love to give, falling in love with the idea of love itself. Your only downfall had been mixing love and pleasure, failing to see the difference between love and lust, and falling head over heels for the men - shitty ass boys - who were equally as broken as you. What you believed to be love had only been temporary comfort and deep down feeling wanted was better than feeling nothing at all. So what if you happened to scare them away whenever you were in a rut and overwhelmed with negative emotions you struggled to vocalize. It wasn’t your fault they couldn’t handle you.

This last relationship of yours had hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t expect him to come into your life nor did you expect him to take half of your dignity and heart the second he left. It had been a game of tug-o-war in the beginning. He begged you to let him in and the second everything got rough… When your arguments sent you into fits of rage and screams before your release of cries sent you into attacks of anxiety and waves of depression, he decided it was too much.

‘You’re always here, you’re there… fuck sometimes I think you don’t even know who you are’ he yelled at you as he got into his truck. ‘You’re fucking crazy,’ he spat before he sped away.

Alas, here you were, holding a glass of whiskey straight on the rocks with your back pressed against the back of the bar wall away from the crowd drinking themselves away. You were trapped in a corner and while a woman should normally fear a stranger pinning them in hindsight, you were merely intrigued by the man before you.

You had noticed him from the moment he walked in. Granted, any sane person in Santo Padre knew Miguel Galindo. However, like you - he had retreated to the same ringy bar on the outskirts of town. The bar itself was a hole in the wall but still had a great jukebox, pool tables, and darts, filled with regulars who noticed any face, new and old. Your presence in the facility had been so frequent you noted his arrival every time and he too noticed you.

While everyone in the bar drank within groups, he always seemed to sit far off by his lonesome, drinking his wits and worries away. No one had approached him besides the cocktail waitress who moved on a trained autopilot clock, bringing him drink after drink.

This night had been different.

He was the first to arrive when you got there and once you placed yourself atop of your normal stool, your glass had been filled and waiting for you, the bartender motioning towards Miguel, who nodded his head and lifted his own glass in cheers. You hadn’t made any move to him, taking every drink the bartender gave you that was said to be on Galindo’s tab. It wasn’t until you were on your fifth glass and your head began to feel dizzy from a soft buzz that you stood with your glass to go to the restroom.

Just as you had excited, Miguel had blocked your line of path, taking steps forward as you moved back until you were against the wall. His darkened eyes roamed over your frame, taunting you with his gaze and crisp smirk. Your eyes followed his movements as he lifted his own glass to his lips and chugged the remainder before placing it atop of the table.

“Pretty bold to be drinking alone,” he cocked his head to the side, “don’t you think princesa?” His hand lifted, motioning for another round but not once had his eyes left you.

You brought your glass to your own lips, running your tongue along the edge. “You don’t look difficult to handle,” he hummed, taking a sip of your drink. You mimicked his actions, tilting your head as you eyed him up and down. Even he knew you were aware of who he was, and unlike the rest, you hadn’t shown any sign of insecurity or weakness. If anything, you were matching his stance. 

“Miguel Galindo,” you said his name while lifting a finger to his chest, delicately trailing your nail along the collar of his shirt and down the buttons along his chest, stopping atop of his pants. Your soft touch made Miguel take another step towards you, his hand reaching out to touch your chin. “Running on the outskirts,” you observed, “or running from something,” you lifted a brow.

He breathed heavily through his nose, his face hardening as you called attention to his ploy, reminding him why he even stepped foot into the bar. At first, it had been a distraction for him… a way to forget his mother’s death, hide away from Emily’s nagging, Cristobal’s ear piercing cries.

When Dita Galindo died, not only had she taken her own soul, but she had clung to her son's entire being and dragged him down with her. He hadn’t been the same since and all he felt was a desperate need to relieve his pain and feel anything besides numbness. 

Miguel Galindo was a skeleton with a punctured heart.

Any sane person wouldn’t want to come near Miguel at this time, hell even Emily avoided him when he wasn’t the one ensuring to not cross paths with her; yet you were here toying with him. 

“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness?” he asked, mischief melting off his tongue with a hooded gaze. His hand cupped your left jaw, his fingers rubbing along the apple of your cheek in soothing motions. Puckering your lips, you tilted your head to the side in an innocent and teasing manner before pushing yourself off the wall and closing the gap between you both.

You were merely inches apart, Miguel’s hand creating a small space between your faces. You were about to play with fire and it only stirred your insides. You weren’t as innocent as he was assuming, you carried demons just as Miguel. Not once did your eyes break from the other, both of you battling each other for dominance, your own eyes gleaming as if to challenge him. Licking your lips, you smirked, “nope.”

Grabbing a hold of his hand that lingered upon your face, you maintained eye contact and bent slightly, wrapping your lips around his finger and sucking until his thumb was completely in your mouth. Miguel’s smile widened into a smirk and he closed the distance by tightly gripping your hip and pulling you against him.

So what, you were in a crowded bar on the outskirts of town. Any smart person here knew better than to betray a Galindo and vocalize what actions were to take place. He’d ensure that any night of yours wouldn’t be voiced and rumored. 

Miguel always got what he wanted and right now he wanted to forget and lose himself in you. 

You let out a soft moan as you felt the already growing bulge in his pants rub against you. While one hand wrapped around his neck, the other went to cup his member, rubbing your palm up and down along the cusp of his jeans. Miguel hissed through his teeth, disguising the moan that wanted to come about. 

Miguel and you were nose to nose, your eyes toying with each other.

“You don’t know what you’re about to get into princesa,” he muttered, his lips ever so lightly hovering over yours. He was teasing you, willing you to make the next move and give in to the temptation of a Galindo, however, you were just as smooth as he was.

You batted your eyes, moving your head side to side as you observed his face. With every movement your lips nearly grazed his and you hummed, “that’s the thing Miguel...” you leaned forward, pausing with your lips millimetres apart from his. His eyes closed and he found himself leaning forward, his body silently begging you to give him the ounce of affection he lacked in his life yet instead you thrived off giving him what he wanted, you thrived off his desperation.

Instead of placing your lips upon his (even though you were too eager to taste the liquor on his tongue), you pulled back and brought your glass to your lips. Miguel’s eyes opened and you only smiled sweetly, taunting him with your eyes, “... you haven’t seen mine yet.” 

[mrsamaroevans]

HELP A WRITER

Hey tumblr.

I need help from people in the United States and England pleeeeease!!

Ok... Soooo HOW DOES COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY WORKS IN YOUR COUNTRIES?

I'm sooo confused.

Like, I'll explain how it works in mine:

We get out of high-school at 17 or 18 (it all depends on the high-school plan you choose), then we go to, the literal translation would be university to study whatever we want (vet med, medicine, laws, graphic design, architecture, marketing... Etc). Like if I had't drop out Vet School when I was 19, I would have been a fully graduated Vet at 23.

I'm confused with this because in SVU I've heard that people go to college (like the most famous in the show, Hudson), and then they say that on the fall they're going to like... Oxford... Or Yale... Or any other with big names to study laws or medicine or Idk.

So...

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

I also saw it in Pitch Perfect. They all are in college (that in spanish that is also translated like universidad-university) right? And then, there's this girl that says that she's been accepted at vet school...

How does that work? I'm so confused.

All of this happens like in USA, but I'm also curious to know how does it work in England and other countries if you like to share.

I've been doing google research but it doesn't help me to understand. I'm writing a book and it would be really nice if you help me. It also will help me at writing my fanfiction.

Thaaaanks!!

[svucarisiaddict]

stooop now i cant stop about miguel craving affection and just wanted to be held and kissed in every inch of his body

//Just a little something//

Miguel entered the house that was dark except for the light you left on for him in the foyer. Everything was still. The only sound coming from the grandfather clock ticking time away in the dining room. It was a stark contrast from the chaos that daylight provided. 

He sighed deeply then slid out of his shoes and shrugged his coat off laying it over the back of the sofa. 

Seconds later TJ their “guard dog” padded to Miguel wagging his tail and licking Miguel’s face when he knelt down to greet him. “Hey, there big guy. Doing your rounds?” He gave the German Shepard a scratch behind the ears before straightening up. While he was gentle with family there was no doubt he would protect them need be.

Miguel quietly climbed the steps, hoping to not wake you or one of the kids. Although, if he was being honest it wouldn’t be the worst thing. He left before the kids were up and home after they went to bed. A day of their lives he missed. Tomorrow was going to be different. All-day at home. No interruptions. Well, today actually he thought as the clock chimed midnight. 

He chanced a peek into their bedrooms. Both his son, Nick who was three and daughter Sienna, 8 months were sleeping peacefully. 

And you. He actually ached to see you. To feel your soft skin. To inhale your scent. But more than anything he craved your touch. To have you ghost your fingers over his skin. Peppering kisses along his jaw and neck. Holding him.

Miguel pushed the bedroom door open. “What are you doing awake?” He stretched across the bed to kiss you. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Just had a feeling I should wait up for you. Besides I missed you.”

“Missed you amor,” Miguel said softly. There was a melancholy undertone in his voice that you picked up.  “I’m beat. Gonna change real quick.”

Nodding, you gave him a small smile and watched as he shed his clothes. His muscles rippled with every movement and you couldn’t help but appreciate him. He was much more than just a banging body. Miguel was intelligent, strong, tender but firm when he needed to be, generous with not only his money but more importantly his love. He also had a quick wit that made you laugh even when you wanted to be mad. And he had the biggest heart of anyone you knew. Few saw that side of him. In his business, he couldn’t appear weak. Weak wasn’t a word you would associate with Miguel. 

When he was done changing he slid between the sheets. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his body around yours. A small sigh escaped his lips. He was content and felt his body relax.

You used one hand to massage and scratch his scalp while the other rested on his arm. “You okay, Mikey?” you asked placing a kiss to his temple. He got in moods like this sometimes where all he wanted was to be held while you placed soft kisses to his body. This Miguel or Mikey as you and Nestor called him, was vulnerable, craving affection and to be touched more so than normal.

“It was a tough day,” he answered. Tough was an understatement. While you knew exactly what the business was all about he kept some of the not so savory details to himself and those involved. He kept his personal life separate from his professional life. It caused much less heartbreak for everyone. If you knew half of the things he did to those that crossed him or caused him to lose money, you would think he was a monster.

When he said the day was tough you didn’t push him to talk. He would if and when he was ever ready. Instead, you stroked his hair, kissed his face and gently caressed his skin until you felt him become heavier on you, finally giving in to his exhaustion. You kissed his head once more before turning off the bedside lamp.

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Gotta Be Somebody Part 9

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Angel

Bishop had us all ready to go when (Y/N) showed up. Padrino made sure every charter was here to end this. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified this would go wrong and I’d lose the one person I loved more than anything is this world.

“Hey. Don’t worry. Everything is going to turn out okay.” Gilly clapped me on the shoulder and brought me from my thoughts.

“Man I hope so.”

“Yo, Angel. Don’t worry ‘bout our girl. Me and Gilly made sure to teach her a thing or two about protectin’ herself.” Coco said.

“Everybody listen up!” Padrino yelled out. “Prima is headed this way with the one who is trying to end everything for us. She infiltrated months ago to get us to this point. We’re helping her out just as much as she is us. Yes, this is a fight for Galindo, but without Galindo, none of us would eat or pay our bills or take care of our families. (Y/N) took a hell of a chance when she went across the border into Los Olvidados. We owe it to her to take this bitch down and everyone with her. We owe her our lives. Let’s not let her down tonight.”

Cheers went up all around. Not long after the speech, a whistle was heard. That was our cue to watch the exits for the men. Coco, Gilly, Manny and Hank took out the each of them as they ran in. The rest of us took our positions. We left a handful of us in the main area and the rest in the catwalks above and in the hidden walls.

Suddenly the front door was busted open and in came a woman followed by a dozen men and (Y/N) taking up the rear. I almost ran for her, but I remembered what we were doing here. She found me and her eyes softened at the sight of me.

“Everyone put your weapons on the ground. Now!” The woman yelled.

We did as she said. She nodded for her men to take each one of us and put us in the center of the room.

“Who’s the leader here?” She asked.

“I am.” Alvarez said.

“Good. You go first as a message to Galindo that his mules won’t be running anything for him anymore. He won’t ruin anymore families.”

Suddenly, (Y/N) whistled and made the woman turn to her. “How about you tell him that yourself, Adelita.”

Miguel and his men come walking in, along with his wife Emily.

“(Y/N)! What is this?”

“You put down your weapons. Or the rest of your men die.” She looked to Alvarez who signaled for the rest of our men to come out.

Adelita looked around in shock then back at (Y/N). “You? You’ve been the rat the whole time? You’ve been the one to stop every plan I set in motion and blamed it on others?”

“Yeah, that was me. You see, when you threaten my family, you threaten me.” She walked over to us and stood by Bishop. “And when you threaten the life of an innocent newborn child, well, that is a death penalty in my eyes.”

Adelita screamed out and raised her gun. (Y/N) took one shot before the other woman could and shot the gun out of her hand. She screamed in pain and dropped the gun and held her hand to her chest.

“You’re outnumbered, Adelita! Give up! You’ve lost this one. Face it. The Galindo cartel was here before you and will be here long after you’re gone. Sorry your family was killed by one of their men, but you can’t go around and kill other families to get that revenge. Especially mine. That’s a no no for me.”

“Maldita perra! (Fucking bitch) I trusted you!”

(Y/N) laughed. “That was the point. To get you here. So we could end this. You have nobody left for you on either side. All of your men, your women and children spies have been eradicated. I’ve had people all over watching me to make sure I was safe. One stipulation I made when I made the deal to infiltrate Los Olvidados.”

Suddenly Adelita charged at (Y/N), a knife in her uninjured hand. (Y/N) threw down her gun and charged her right back. Some of us tried to go in to help, but Bishop yelled at us.

“No! This is her fight. She wanted this. We will not step in unless we need to.”

I looked at him like he was crazy then to (Y/N). She was going up against Adelita bare handed. I knew she could fight but it was an unfair one when she had no weapon.

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(Y/N)

Adelita kept trying to swing at me with the knife in her uninjured hand. I kept moving around so she couldn’t touch me. I knew her kind of fighting; angered frenzy. I could easily overpower her, I just wanted to have some fun first.

“Face it, Adelita. You’ve lost. Give up now and maybe your life will be spared.”

“Never! They killed my family. They must die.”

“Then why go after other people? Huh?” I kicked at her and caught her in the ribs. She hunched over. ”Why go after innocent people?” Another kick to her knee.

She went down and was trying to catch her breath. I stood in front of her and grabbed her by the hair to make her look at me.

“You want to know why I wanted Miguel’s wife here?” I pointed at Emily. “It’s because you tried to take her innocent baby from her in your sick and twisted game.” I got closer to her face “A child that is my blood.”

Her eyes went wide and I could hear murmuring all around me.

“Yeah, I said it. As it turns out, after I took this job from Miguel, I had some people do some digging for me. Come to find out, Emily, his wife, is my half sister. Her mother is my mother, or lack there of.” I looked to Emily. “No offense.”

“None taken.” She replied back, quietly.

“So, again. You fucked with the wrong family. My familia is everything to me. Blood and non alike; and I have blood on both sides of this. So, I’ll ask you one more time. Will. You. Give. Up?” I asked slowly.

Adelita flared her nostrils and grit her teeth. “Go to hell.” She then swung her fist up, still holding the knife.

In one swift motion I let her hair go and caught her hand and swung it back into her chest. “Not before you, perra malvada.” (Evil bitch)

I let her go and she fell backwards onto the ground. I looked up to Miguel and Emily. They looked at each other and walked towards me.

“One good push and she’ll stop suffering if you want to do it. She did try to take your child to use against your husband.” I said to Emily.

Emily looked at her and, without hesitation, stomped her heeled foot onto the knife, shoving it further into Adelita’s chest, ending her life.

“What about these ones?” Manny asked, pointing his gun at one of the Los Olvidados men.

“That would be up to Miguel.” I replied.

Miguel turned to look at them. He straightened his jacket. “Nestor.”

At that, Nestor nodded and his men took the remaining rebels outside. Gunshots rang into the night.

“Hija. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Dad took ahold of me and held me to him.

“Me, too, Papa. Me, too.” I kissed his cheek and smiled.

“So, what’s this about my wife being your half sister?” Miguel asked from behind me.

“Ah, yes, that. Give me a sec.” I went to my bag I threw on the ground by the door and pulled out a folder. “I was able to do some digging before I went to Los Olvidados. I wanted to know more about your family. Turns out, upon that digging, my contact found out an interesting fact. Emily’s mother was hospitalized twenty two years ago and released two days later with an extra person. As it happened, almost a year later I was dropped off with dad.”

I looked at Emily. “My mother, well, I guess our mother, didn’t want me because your father told her after I was born that if she didn’t give me up the life she had, with you and him, would be over. So she did. I tracked down all the records and there it is. My original birth certificate with her name listed as the mother, and Obispo Losa as my father. She tried to hide the fact that she had me from an affair by forging a fake birth certificate with your father’s name.”

Emily took the papers and looked at them. Her brows scrunched in confusion then realization as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I was only four when you were born. One day you didn’t come home with her and she said you were sick and had to stay at the hospital. Then you just never come home. I was too young to know at the time what any of that meant. I never forgot you. Any time I’d ask she would tell me she didn’t know who you were, that I was making another little girl up in my head.” She handed the folder back to Miguel.

She stood directly in front of me. Her eyes shining with tears, hands clenching at her sides. “It’s really you? My sister?”

“Yeah. There’s paperwork with DNA bloodwork that says it.”

She took me by surprise when she grabbed me into a tight hug. I held her back as we both cried. After a few minutes we broke apart. I turned to my dad .

“Papa, this is Emily. Miguel’s wife and my half sister. I’m sorry I never told you any of this before I left. I had to be sure.”

He let out a sigh and smiled. “It’s okay, querida. I guess this just means I have two daughters now, huh?”

We laughed. “I guess it does. You know as well as I do. My mother’s a bitch. An even bigger once now that I know the truth. I guess we have some catching up to do.” Emily said, looking to me at the last part.

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Angel

I was relieved my girl was okay. I watched the interactions of her and Emily. I knew Emily from back in the day when her and EZ were a thing. I was just happy this was all over.

I walked closer to where everyone was so I could get my chance to hug her again. When she turned around and spotted me, she smiled. Damn did I miss that beautiful fucking smile.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d come back the badass I was meant to be?” She said as she walked up to me.

“Oh yeah. You’re so fucking badass Chuck Norris is scared of you.” I chuckled.

She laughed. “I also remember there was something else I told you you could tell me when I got back.” She come closer and put her hands on my chest.

“And what would that be, Mi Corazón?” I wrapped my arms around her back.

“You know what, but let me go first.” She suddenly fisted the front of my kutte and pulled me to her. Her lips crashed with mine and my world exploded. For the last few months all I’ve wanted to do was taste her lips on mine. I pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her while one hand held the back of her head.

When we pulled apart, yells and whistles could be heard all around. That didn’t matter to me because I had my girl in my arms again.

“Te amo mi hermoso idiota.” She said to me.

(I love you my beautiful idiot.)

“Te amo mi corazón, mi amor, mi vida.” I replied back.

(I love you my heart, my love, my life.)

“Alright you two. Break it up. Save it for later.” Bishop said.

We couldn’t help but smile. We walked to the rest of the group. (Y/N) went to introduce me to Emily, but I told her I already knew her because of EZ.

“Well, it’s been an eventful night. (Y/N), as promised, here is the information on your account with your payments. Every intel given that come to fruition, the final payment for this,” he waved his hand at the spot where Adelita’s body once laid, “and an extra thank you for saving my son.” He handed her a folder that contained a few papers with his signature.

“Please, now that you’re family, don’t hesitate to come by. Get to know your nephew and sister. We’d love to have you.” He then gave her a hug and turned to Emily with a smile.

They said their goodbyes and Galindo and his men left. The rest of us were gathering up around (Y/N) to find out what Miguel gave her.

“So what kind of payments you get?” Coco asked. Gilly slapped him in the back of the head. “What?” Coco asked.

“Payments for intel on where the group would be. A final payment for kicking her ass. The other one was news to me when he said it.” She opened the folder. She chuckled. “Maybe I should save kids of the wealthy more often.”

“How much?” Bishop asked. (Y/N) gave him a look. “What? I want to know how much you risked your ass for and if it was worth it.”

“Let’s just say I’m the second wealthiest person in Santo Padre. 10K for every intel that became something, that equaled to at least 4, so that’s 40K. 2 Million for finishing the job. And then there’s an extra 2 million for saving Cristobal’s life. So I’d say I’m a very wealthy woman, Papa. It was totally worth it.”

“Holy shit.” He whispered.

“And before any of you ingrates can come begging me for money, just remember, I’ve already got you assholes paid when I gave him back his product. That $50,000 each was my stipulation to him for the shit you went through that night.” She smiled at us.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I wondered where that came from.” Bishop wrapped his arm around (Y/N). “Alright boys. Let’s go home.”

We all loaded up, (Y/N) climbing onto my bike with me and we headed for home. Finally able to have my girl back with me, and I didn’t plan on letting her go any time soon.

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Don’t worry my beauties!!! This isn’t the last part!!! I got at least 1 possibly 2 more to add!!! I hope you liked that little twisty I threw in there 😉

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@ravennaortiz

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[haterspectator]

HI

I’m so excited to start writing and putting my stories out there! I love writing and music so most of my stories will come from a song I listen to and a story that comes to my mind when listening! I’ll take requests!! I specialize in these few people (but I’m ope to writing about others as long as I’m familiar with the character):

NICK AMARO❤️❤️❤️

SONNY CARISI💚💚💚

DEREK MORGAN

LUKE ALVEZ (this gif is just so...HOT)

MIGUEL GALINDO(I reallllly love Danny)

SAM WINCHESTER

DEAN WINCHESTER

JAX TELLER

ERIC NORTHMAN

AND MORE!!

[blackmissfrizzle]

I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 11

Part 10

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

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

Summary: You become aware of how bad Miguel is spiraling. 

Warnings: TW: Suicide, Insensitivity/ Malice towards suicide

It was a Saturday morning and you had absolutely nothing to do. All your schoolwork was done, your boss forbade anyone from working on the weekend, and EZ was out with the club. So, you decided to give some people a visit.

If it weren’t for the key EZ made you then you wouldn’t be inside of his dad’s house. Felipe’s was quite uneventful. Whatever was going on, he was still in his deep depression. Unlike Angel, you didn’t know what was going on. The brothers did, but they refused to speak to you about it. There were too many secrets from everyone.

After Felipe’s, you broke into Angel’s place. His place was just as messy as his dad’s. You tried to empathize with him, but the loss of a child was so much different than the loss of a parent. Especially a child he never got to meet. In your honest opinion, he was doing a pretty good job holding up. He slept around before the baby. You just wished he figured out how to use condoms as you passed the box full of them. These dudes act like STIs don’t exist.

Finally, during your afternoon, you had contact with someone. You went to Marcus’ house to bring him some cookies you baked the night before. As you two talked two kids ran by, one boy and one girl. The only child he had was his daughter.

“You adopted?” You furrowed your brows. Upon further inspection, you could tell the boy had Down Syndrome.

God bless Santi, Marcus thought. The young boy and Tessa came to talk to you. This gave him time to think of a lie.

As the kids talked, you kept an eye on Marcus. He was hiding something and you wouldn’t let up.

Finally, the kids went to go play a game, which gave you time to drill Marcus.

“It’s none of your concern, YN.” Marcus snapped. Honestly, it wasn’t out of loyalty to Miguel that kept him from telling the truth. It was shame. Working for a cartel boss came with a lot of dirty deeds, but watching Miguel kill Paco over his mother’s death was something that shook him. Maybe it was old age or maybe he was finally getting a conscious. Either way he didn’t want you to look at him differently.

But then it hit him, you were the answer. Not Emily, not Monserrat, not some crazy revenge plan, but you. The most peaceful Miguel has been when he was with you. After your visits, he wasn’t as depressed. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

“He’s Paco’s son.”

“Oh, you’re just babysitting. Why didn’t you just say that?” Why was everyone being so weird?

Marcus shook his head. “We took him in.”

“What went down?” Nothing during your visits with Miguel alerted you of something going down. Quite frankly the Galindo cartel seemed to not to be as active as before.

“Miguel.” Marcus whispered. “Miguel shot him.”

You shook your head. Paco was in the close circle of guards. There’s no way Miguel would kill him.

“He did.” Marcus had no one to talk to about this. His wife was a no go and Nestor was out of the question, and Bishop had his own shit to deal with. You gave him the perfect opportunity to let this out. “He blamed Paco for Dita being able to get away. He’s unhinged, princesa.” Marcus contemplated if he should say more. Hell, he let out some already, might as well go all the way. “He killed Dita’s therapist.”

No way any of this could be true. You would know if something like this would have happened. “Nah, Miguel wouldn’t have. He’s grief stricken, but he wouldn’t go that far.”

Izzy called Marcus to join her and the kids for lunch. “You know it is.” He stood up and squeezed your shoulder. “He just knows how to hide it around you. Talk to him. At this point, only you can save him.”

After that conversation, it was like you were a zombie. You were just going through the motions of the day, but somehow that had you at the therapist’s office.

“Hi, I wanted to know if Dr. Alma was taking in any new patients.”

The receptionist gave you a sad smile. “Unfortunately, she’s not and probably not for a while. She’s missing.”

The young woman could barely control herself. This told you that the therapist had to be “missing” for quite some time.

You gave her your prayers and walked back to your car. Marcus was right. People in this town don’t go missing. They either leave or they got killed and the latter happened to Dita’s therapist. Were you so enraptured in your relationship that you didn’t notice Miguel’s warning signs? Didn’t matter now, but you were gonna fix all of that.

Miguel didn’t go out much these days, so you had to go to his house which meant Emily was there too. What you didn’t expect was her annoying little sister. Both of them thought you were the other woman and were giving you a hard time when you requested to see Miguel.

“If I was the mistress, I would be fucking on your bed you share with your husband, Emily. This is a business call anyway or I wouldn’t have come. Trust, I did not want to see your face.”

“YN?” Miguel came out of his office. You were a most welcomed sight. Seeing you in his kitchen made it seem like you belong there, like this should be your home instead of some RV parked in a scrap yard.

“I needed help on a case. I was wondering if I could ger your opinion?”

“Of course.” Miguel ignored Erin’s mean mug and Emily’s displeasure. The only happiness that mattered was yours and his son’s.

Even his office was different. Everything in the house felt cold. You thought it was because of Emily, but Miguel was the cause of it too. He lost his flame when his mother died.

“What can I help you with?” Miguel leaned against his desk and held your hand. Reyes didn’t know what gift he had.

“I actually lied about work, so your wife and her chihuahua of a guard dog could leave me alone.”

Miguel couldn’t stop laughing. Leave it to you to make him have his first real laugh in a while. “Then what is it about?”

“Um, did you know that Marcus is taking care of Paco’s kid?”

Miguel dropped your hand and sat behind his chair. Not the conversation he was looking for. “Someone’s running their mouth.”

“I went to visit and saw the kid. Do you know he has Down Syndrome?”

“Tragic, but none of my business.” Miguel was the definition of indifference. He could feel nothing for the man who was supposed to protect his mother.

Wow. Even with all your conversations, you never saw this side of Miguel. This was the monster EZ warned you about. “None of your business that you turned an innocent child into an orphan?”

“YN, none of this concerns you. Drop it.”

Oh, Miguel Galindo had you fucked up. You weren’t one of his soldiers he could order around, and you weren’t Emily. “Fuck no! You’re out here murdering people! For what? So, you can have someone to blame? There’s no one to blame! Dita committed suicide!”

Miguel slammed the table causing papers to fly. “Watch your mouth!”

“Or what?” You stepped to him toe to toe. “You gonna shoot me and bury me in the desert?! Miguel Galindo can’t get his way, so he kills to get it!”

Miguel had too much love and respect for you to put his hands on you, but God wasn’t he tempted. “You are not my wife! You are not anyone to me! You’re just a slut that opens her legs for married men. Therefore, your opinion is irrelevant. And I suggest you get your nose out of business that you shouldn’t be in. Now go back to your convict and play house.”

One thing you refused to do is cry. That man can never know that he put a chink in your armor, but he is gonna feel this fury.

You threw a punch so powerful that it made Miguel go to his knees. “Remember I’m the slut you were willing to leave your wife for and you only had a sample. Don’t worry, when you off yourself like your mother I won’t be in your business either.”

Miguel was too stunned to speak. All he did was watch you walk out for a second time, breaking his heart.

Again, Ice Queen tried to get in your ass, but you dreaded that shit. “Ask him about Paco and Dr. Alma. Get your husband in check before he spirals any further.” You took the bottle of vodka she was holding and drunk a bit of it. “You’ll need more of that if you’re gonna deal with him.”

You sped over to the clubhouse. Without Chucky, they left upkeep to hang arounds. Ole faithful, Nails was there. You tried to warn her that Angel wasn’t ready for a relationship, but she seemed to be falling for him.

“Hey, Step. Go home, I got this.”

“Respectfully, no.” She bumped your hip once you got behind the bar. “You look like you need company.”

Ezekiel’s, but she would do for now. God, now you felt like Angel.

The two of you got the place clean in no time. During that time, Nails asked you about Angel. He abruptly ended things with her.

Focusing on her problems was a great distraction. You needed it or all you would dwell on is Miguel’s words.

Finally, you two finished so you sat on the steps of the RV. The sounds of engines flooded your ears. Soon you saw your boyfriend, smiling joking around with his brother.

“Oh man, what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up again?”

EZ elbowed him. “That’s all you. Anyways, we were real good this morning.”

“Or you were? I’m sure thirty seconds isn’t enough for YNN.”

EZ pushed him. “Whatever man. Lemme see what’s up.”

“On a serious note, give her my love.”

EZ patted Angel’s back and jogged over to you. It didn’t take long for him to figure out you were upset. When has it ever? But he hasn’t seen you this disturbed in a while.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the crown of your head before joining you on the steps. “Couldn’t wait to see me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I came to see the prospect.” You winked at him.

“Don’t make me give him more shit than he already has.”

“Fine.” You weaved your fingers with his.

EZ kissed your hand. Your whole demeanor had him on alert. What kind of trouble could you be in? “What’s up?”

You shrugged it off. He would just fuss at you for talking to Miguel. Actually, for punching him. He would lose his shit and then the whole MC would be on your ass despite all the crap they’re going through. “Nothing, just missing you is all.”

EZ tilted his head. He wasn’t letting this go. Something was truly wrong. “YN. Talk to me.”

The authority in his voice tore down your wall. “Um, I had a disagreement with Miguel.”

Was this jealousy or concern that washed over EZ? He couldn’t tell. All he knew he was damn territorial over you and wanted you to have nothing to do with Miguel.

It did tear him apart that you still had such a strong connection to this man that once was his romantic rival. Miguel Galindo seem to follow him in all his romantic endeavors and EZ was tired of it. He got Emily, you were all EZ’s. He even stopped seeing Emily as a friend and left her all to Miguel. Why couldn’t Miguel do the same?

He fought to stay neutral. “What happened?”

You began wincing, because you knew he would freak out once you started telling your story. “Well,” You only got to the part where Marcus told you what was going on due to EZ’s abrupt interruption.

“Tell me you didn’t.” He shook his head. EZ knew you did it. For some reason, you thought you could fix everyone. Didn’t you know that no one can fix Miguel Galindo? For Jesus Christ, he killed an innocent child and left the charred body in middle of town. There’s no intervention or redemption for someone like that. However, you wouldn’t believe it. It was that damn optimism you inherited from your mom.

“We can stop it there.”

EZ waved his hand, telling you to continue on.

This part was harder than the rest. Your eyes remained on the ground as you retold the events. Every once in a while, you would glance at EZ once you felt the anger emitting from him. “And then I punched him then said once he kills himself that I wouldn’t be in his business.”

It was complete chaos inside of Ezekiel’s brain. He was concerned for you, but also for him and Angel as well. Would Miguel retaliate at you? It sounded like it was possible. From your account he seemed deranged. Was he just a loving son refusing to believe his mother would commit suicide? Or did he have a genuine reason other than denial to investigate? Did this mean he suspected murder? Did he suspect him and Angel? All of that ran in his head.

“Are you gonna say something?” This was uncharacteristic. You were expecting him to yell at you, but he was just sitting there not saying one word. Is this the quiet before the storm? Oh my god, is he so angry that he won’t say anything? Hey, at least it would make for great makeup sex later.

Finally, everything combusted. EZ jumped from the stairs and stared down at you. “Why would you do something so dumb?! He could kill you! This would have been a risk if he wasn’t off his fucking rocks, but now the probability of him killing you is exponential.”

“Someone had to say something!”

“And that someone had to be you?!”

“Yes!”

“He has a wife!”

“He doesn’t talk to her.”

“That’s none of your concern. Emily is his wife, and you are my girlfriend. We hold no obligations to them. I don’t want you to see him anymore!”

See the thing about telling you to do something backfires when you were already about to do it. Something in your brain signaled that as ‘time to be petty’

“Or what?” Seems like you got to bring another man down a notch. “You gonna hit me or something? Oops, already happened.” During a fight with some military bitches, EZ accidentally pushed you out the way too hard causing you to bleed.

EZ sighed “It was mistake, YN.” He tried to come towards you, but you sidestepped him.

“Yeah, just like this conversation. I’ll talk to you later.” You went straight for your car, not looking back once.

Angel came out once he saw your car drive off. Everyone inside the clubhouse heard raised voices, but they couldn’t figure out what was being said even after they turned off the radio. “So, you did do something.”

EZ said nothing as he pushed Angel inside of his trailer. “We got a major problem.”

“You messed up so bad that she ain’t gonna come by and clean for me anymore?!” Angel knew about your little break-ins into his house. He should give you a key, but deep down he loved the feeling of someone going through hoops to show their love for him.

EZ pointed his finger in his big brother’s face. “1, you gonna stop using my girl as labor and 2, she went to confront Galindo about killing Paco and his mother’s therapist.”

“Hold up, does Galindo suspect something?” Angel crossed his arms. Great another shit pile to add to his shit pile.

“I don’t know man. From the things she’s told me, it just sounds like he’s in a depression and spiraling. If he had any information that it was anything but she would have had an inkling. This just sounds like he’s in deep denial.”

Angel looked at his poor brother. He seemed in distress. He knew that EZ was worried about you and didn’t want to add on to that, but there was only one way to keep tabs on this situation. “YNN should keep talking to him. I’m sure she tells you about the talks and you can see if Galindo is on to us.”

“No fucking way Angel!” Ain’t gonna happen. Not on his watch.

“Come on!” Angel did his best to keep his voice down. “This will be our only way in.”

EZ sat triumphantly on the bed. “Even if I would let this happen, it couldn’t. She punched Galindo and left him with some not so nice words.” He retold Angel everything you told him about the argument with Miguel.

Angel whistled. “She’s cold man. That’s why Galindo likes her. It’ll be fine. I’m thinking he’s on his spoiled rich kid shit. Plus, we got other shit to worry about than this right now.”

They really did. This plan to dethrone the other kings was exhausting. “Okay man,” EZ clapped his hand and watched him walk out. He laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying none of this digging Galindo is doing will lead back to him.

[drabbles-mc]

Business Trip

Miguel Galindo x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 9 of the August Prompts: swimming pool

Warnings: allusions of infidelity

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Here it is, my first ever actual Miguel fic! Almost got side-tracked in the middle and wrote something completely different but I stopped myself 😂 Hope you enjoy!

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Pushing off the bottom of the pool, you shot back up towards the surface. As soon as your head was above water again, the first thing you did was take a deep breath. Fresh air filled your lungs as you wiped the water off your face and away from your eyes. You blinked against the sunlight that was beating down on you, thankful that you were submerged on such a sweltering day.

Your train of thought was derailed when you heard the unmistakable sound of someone chuckling not too far off from you. Still treading water in the deep end, you turned around. You smiled at the sight of Miguel standing by the edge of the in-ground pool. He might not have been in a full suit, but he was still in business attire. He didn’t wear slacks and button-downs for fun. Still smiling, you swam over to the side of the pool where he was standing, and he crouched lower to be more on your level when you got closer.

You rested your arms on the edge. “Finally have some time to come and join me?” You batted your eyelashes at him as water dripped down your neck and shoulders.

He smiled, shaking his head. “Not yet—still have a last few things to take care of first.”

You let out a dramatic sigh as you dropped your chin to rest on top of your hands. “Can’t it wait?”

Reaching forward, he cupped your chin in his hand. “You knew this was a business trip, mi amor.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to think about the feelings coursing through you as felt his fingertips resting on the sides of your jaw. “I was hoping if I tagged along that maybe there’d be a little less business.”

“Doesn’t work that way.” There was still a hint of a smile on his face but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite figure out as he lightly dragged the pad of his thumb, pulling slightly at your bottom lip in the process.

You turned, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. “It should be. You’re the only man here who doesn’t seem to have any interest in seeing me in a skimpy bathing suit.”

It was only for a moment, but you saw the jealousy flash in his eyes. He caught himself quickly, though, the smug grin returning. “The only one, hm?”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Except maybe Nestor. But I don’t think that he really has blood in his veins sometimes.”

Miguel chuckled. “That’s why I trust him with you.” He paused. “I won’t be too much longer.”

Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the faint traces of whiskey on him, a stark contrast to the chlorine he was getting from you. You weren’t expecting him to linger, especially since he had more work to do. But when you went to pull back, he leaned in to erase any distance you had attempted to put there. You obliged, not caring in the slightest about the scene the two of you were making—it certainly wasn’t something you would’ve gotten away with back home so you definitely took advantage of it while you could. Reaching up, you rested your hand over his, fighting the urge to touch him the way you normally would, knowing you couldn’t soak his work clothes even if part of you wanted to.

When he finally released you, you felt more out of breath than you had when you’d come up from the bottom of the pool. There was a satisfied look in his eyes as he watched you catch your breath. He gently caressed the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and you leaned into the touch.

“You have no idea how badly I want to pull you into the pool right now,” you said with a laugh.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon. I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up, brushing his hands off on his pants before turning and starting to walk away.

“Fine.” You used your feet to push off the wall and make your way back towards the center of the pool. You watched as he stopped to talk quietly with Nestor. “Guess I’ll just wait here for you.”

He didn’t say anything more to you, but you saw the way he shook his head at you. You knew him well enough to know that there was an amused expression on his face even if you couldn’t see it, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

When Miguel left the pool area, and it was just you and Nestor, and a few other scattered people around who were also staying at the same resort, you made your way over to the steps of the pool. Climbing up and out, you walked over to the chair that had your towel and everything else on it, the chair that Nestor had so dutifully been standing by and guarding while you swam and laid about all afternoon.

You were toweling yourself off when you ventured to ask, mostly in jest but partially out or genuine curiosity, “Do you even pack swim trunks when we go on trips like this?”

His expression stayed neutral except for the slightest lift of his eyebrows. The chances of him answering were slim to none—he never really said much to you regardless unless he was passing along a message from Miguel. Every now and then you tried to get a little something out of him though. It kept you entertained, especially when there were times like this when it was just the two of you.

Wrapping the towel around yourself mini-dress style, you continued to talk despite his lack of response. “You should get some with little palm trees on them or something. It’d be a look.”

He still didn’t say anything, and you still gave yourself a good chuckle at it all. Rather than forcing him through more of a one-sided conversation, you let him know that you were ready to head back up to your hotel room. You wanted to shower and maybe rest before Miguel got back from whatever meeting he was off to next. Besides, once you were in the safety and privacy of the room, you no longer needed to have Nestor watching you so closely. His room was next door to the one you were sharing with Miguel, so if there was trouble there was no doubt that he’d hear it.

“Will he actually be back soon, Nestor?” you asked while the two of you stood in the elevator.

He nodded, finally, a question he would answer. “Yes ma’am.”

You smiled, liking the way he always referred to you as ma’am or miss. He was a man of few words and he chose them very carefully. You didn’t press any more, knowing that any follow-up questions would be avoided or flat-out ignored. Elevator music cut through what could have been a comfortable silence, and before you knew it you were on your floor.

When the room door shut behind you, you let out a sigh. These trips always went smoothly for you—it was half the fun of just being along for the ride. Still, there was something about swimming and laying in the sun that left you tired, your limbs heavy. You weren’t complaining though, it was a nice feeling. That being said, you couldn’t wait to wash the chlorine from your hair.

Pulling open the dresser drawer, you pawed around in search of just the right thing to slip into when you were out of your shower. Your vacation wardrobe was put together almost completely by Miguel, which meant that there was no shortage of sexy lingerie and other skimpy outfits to choose from. He knew what he liked and he made sure to get it for you. Again, you weren’t going to complain.

After a long, hot shower you dried off and changed into the outfit you’d finally settled on. It was lacey, and skimpy, but still comfortable so you could lounge around in it until he got back to the room. You put it on and checked yourself in the mirror, loving the way it fit so perfectly on you. At first you’d doubted Miguel’s ability to always get the right sizes, but the man looked at and touched your body enough, he had it memorized now.

You were content to wait in the AC with your feathery blankets and pillows. But, just for the sake of reminding Miguel what he was currently making himself miss out on, you grabbed your phone and took a picture of yourself before slipping under the covers. You texted him the picture, along with the message, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

You weren’t expecting a fast reply, but you should’ve known better. No matter where he was or who he was with, he always responded to you. It’d landed the two of you in hot water on more than a couple occasions but it didn’t seem to bother him enough to get him to stop, and you weren’t the one with anything to lose so you didn’t mind it in the slightest.

Swiping open the message you read, “Rest up, I’ll be there soon” and all you could do was smile at the thought as your head hit the pillow.