#ez reyes love

[mysoulisasunflower]

Angel & Ez Reyes

Mayans MC | 1.4 "Bat/Zotz"

[imagininghim]

Drunk Dialling

A/N: I have heard the song Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan so much on Tik Tok lately. Everytime I hear it I picture Ez, so of course I had to make a story about it.

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~~ Flashback ~~

"Swear Ez, it's always the same with you!" She screamed at me, continuing to throw her clothes in a suitcase.

"Mi amour, please we can talk about this!" I said taking ahold of her wrist in attempt to stop her from packing.

"No! It's always the same with you! Club this, Angel that! When is it gonna be me?" She said pulling her wrist from my grasp. I stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. With a sigh, she threw the last of her clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. "That's what I thought, goodbye Ezekiel." And with that, she picked up the suitcase and walked out the door.

I stayed there and watched her walk out, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

~~ End of flashback ~~

It was a regular Friday night at the club, we had been throwing another party. I was sitting at the bar alone, sipping on my fourth or fifth beer of the night when Angel approached me.

"When are you gonna stop sulking little bro? It's been a year, it's time to let her go." With a scoff, I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it. Signalling the prospect to bring me another as Angel let out a sigh.

"I'm not sulking, I'm just not in a party kind of mood." I said simply.

"You're never in the mood for anything anymore. When are you gonna go back to being your old self again?" I scoffed back at him before taking my beer off the bar and making my way through the crowd. Hearing angel call my name, I ignored it and continued out through the door.

When I got outside, I took a seat on top of the stairs before chugging the rest of my beer and throwing away the empty bottle, the sound of glass shattering in the distance. I pulled my phone out of my jeans and began scrolling through my camera roll and looking at all the pictures of her and I.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the door open and Angel come out.

"You wanna talk about it?" He said, taking the seat beside me on the steps. With a sigh, I slip my phone back into my pocket.

"I miss her." Staring straight ahead, I could feel Angel's eyes on me.

"I know you do, but you can't beat yourself up over it. It's been a year, it's time to move on! Fuck some other bitches and forget her!" I felt anger begin to boil up inside as I stood up and made my down the steps.

"You don't get it!" I snapped. With a sigh, Angel stood up and made his way down the steps and in front of me.

"What don't I get Ez? Huh?!" He snapped back poking at my chest. "It's been a year Ez, she's not coming back! You made your choice, it was her or the club and I know it hurts but you gotta let her fucking go. Ever since she left, all you've been doing is drowning your sorrows in a goddamn bottle instead of moving on!" Anger ran through my veins as I pushed against Angel.

"I can't! Why can't you get that?!" I screamed back at him. "It's not that fucking easy, I love her! Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see her face, I look for her everywhere I go! I didn't even try to stop her." I felt tears begin forming in my eyes, "I jus- I just let her go, I let her walk out." Angel stared at me in silence. "Why did I let her go?"

"Come on, let's go back inside and forget this." I shook my head before walking past him and over to the steps.

"You go on without me." I said taking a seat. "I'll be in later." Without taking another look at Angel, I heard him let out a sigh before making his way up the steps and back into the club.

As the door closed shut, I pulled out my phone and went into my contacts. Hauling up her contact, I hovered my finger over her number, contemplating on making that call.

Letting the alcohol speak for me, I pressed down on the screen before pulling the phone up to my ear and hearing it ring.

ring... ring... ring... "Hey you reached (Y/N), leave a message and I'll call you back!"

"... Uh, hey... It's Ez... I just wanted to say... I miss you." And with that I hung up the phone. I rubbed my hand over my face, wondering if I was making a mistake leaving her a voicemail. Would she even listen to it? Or would she delete it and pretend I never called?

A million thought swirled around my head as I sat on the steps, the feeling of little wet droplets falling on my skin tore me away from my thoughts.

I let out a sigh, standing up and getting ready to head back into the club when I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Flashed across my screen. I slid my finger across the screen, answering the call and placing it against my ear.

"Ez... I miss you too..."

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What love language(s) do you think EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, Chris Evans, and Rio each have?

Oh, I love this! Sorry it took a minute to get back to you. I wanted to think it over and put a great deal of thought into my answer. It's kind of lengthy, so brace yourself😂 . Just a reminder, this is based on my opinion y'all. Don't jump down my throat if you disagree😂.

Angel Reyes:

His love language would be words of affirmation. The oldest Reyes (well technically the middle 😂👀) loves reassurance. He finds that in the small things. Hearing you tell him, "I love you, papa," or "I appreciate you." Means the world to him. It's just something about the way you say the words, "I'm proud of you," that warms his heart. He may come off as a nonchalant jerk, but deep down Angel has a heart of gold. Though he struggles with communication. He appreciates that it comes easy to you. That you know when he's trying to shut you out. "Angel, I've given you two days to stew in your anger. I don't know what the issue is, but that changes today. Talk to me. What's on your mind? What can I do to help?" This is enough to get him to release all his emotions. He loves that you're willing to listen to him vent. He feels you are the only person that can actually hear and understand him.

Angel also spills over into the love language of physical touch. He loves it when you two are just lounging around. His head is in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, giving light kisses here and there. He loves when you play with the rings on his hands. Angel knows the feel of his cool rings soothes your heated skin. The warmth of your skin is a result of the naughty things he's always telling you. He loves getting you riled up, knowing that in a matter of minutes, you'll be begging to feel those ringed fingers messaging your silky flesh.

Ezekiel Reyes:

Like his older brother, this Reyes blends two different categories as well. Having spent quite a bit of time locked up. I would have to say that Ezekiel's first love language would be quality time. Losing all that time makes him appreciate that he has it now. He would want to spend as much time with his lady as possible. They don't even really have to be doing much, he just wants to be in her presence. He would love nothing more than to stay in, cuddled under a blanket reading one of his favorite books to you. He loves that you snuggle into him and listen, asking questions about the book here and there. EZ reads until he hears light snores fall from your lips. Looking down, he brushes the hair from your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. He would probably stare at you for a few moments and then carry you to bed, tucking you and himself in.

Then there is his secondary love language as much as he loves quality time. Ezekiel also has an appreciation for acts of service. He deals with a lot, whether it be family or the club. The fact that you're always willing to step in and help him out, makes him love you even more. He loves that you always stop in and check on his dad. That you offer to help him with household chores and cooking dinner. He doesn't have to worry about him on runs, because he knows you're there checking and spending time with Felipe.

Chris Evans:

We all know he tends to be a workaholic. Every time we turn around, he’s starring in a different project. I'm going to guess that his love language is quality time. He comes off as someone who likes to stay low-key and to himself. Chris also seems like a homebody. I can picture him wanting you all to himself, opting for a quiet evening alone at home. It could be a candle-lit dinner that the two of you made together. Maybe even a night cuddling in bed, binging your favorite movies/tv shows. I can picture him staring down at you, smiling at how cute your laugh sounds. His hand rubs your arm as you cuddle against him, eyes glued to the television. Eyes still locked on you, he’ll pull you closer and place a kiss on your forehead. Chris takes in your features, appreciating that you look gorgeous in just your PJs. You feel him staring, and once you've made eye contact, that quality time turns into passion.

You know what? I’m going to throw in physical touch as well. Chris has been on record saying he deals with anxiety. Hear me out. I’m willing to bet that he craves physical touch. It comes in handy when he’s dealing with stress or anxiety. I can picture the two of you spending time together in his hotel before a premiere or interview on a press tour. Yes, he’s walked the red carpet and sat down for numerous appearances, but his nerves run wild each time. With you by his side, the nerves and anxiety subside as you hug him tightly and kiss his cheek wishing him good luck for the night. “You feeling a little anxious, baby? Just relax. That charming smile and charismatic personality will get you through it,” you tell him as you rub your hands up and down his arms. The tension and worry slowly drain from his body from the feel of your touch. “Thank you, honey,” he pecks your lips as he prepares to head out.

Rio:

Actions speak louder than words with Mr. Gang-Friend himself. In my opinion, Rio is a blend of two love languages, just like the other sexy men listed above. The first is acts of service, and the second: physical touch. He takes pride in his work and loves being the sole provider of the house (even if his significant other chooses to have a successful career of their own). His partner speaks his love language by taking care of other things. Rio can always look forward to coming home to a warm meal. To him, it doesn’t matter if you cooked it yourself or ordered takeout. Just the act of making sure he’s eaten is enough to make him feel loved. You pick up any slack he may have with the kids when his work interferes. All of you understand the importance of what he’s trying to do for the family. It’s also little things, such as having a fresh cup of coffee waiting for him in the mornings. Rio loves the way you take care of him when he’s feeling under the weather. His stubborn ass will swear up and down that he’s not sick. “Baby, I’m fine. Just tired is all.” That’s until it hits him hard, turning him into a whiny sick man child. “Baby, can you make me some soup? Please and thank you, mama.” He’ll roll his eyes at the fact that you were right and call him out about it. He’s fully aware that you have other responsibilities, which makes him even more appreciative.

Are we surprised that the other love language is physical touch? Y’all know this man can’t keep his hands to himself, and he loves that you are the same. Believe it or not, what he appreciates most is that you always know when he needs it. Over time you’ve learned his moods and mannerisms. It’s not hard for you to tell when he’s had a horrible day. Rio doesn’t even have to utter a single word. You just know. One look at him, and you’re crossing the room to get to him as quickly as possible. Rio, meeting your embrace, soaks in the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist. He grins at the fact that you have to stand on your toes to peck his lips. This small gesture alone is enough to ease his tense muscles. Rio will then spend time with the kids as you warm his plate. Once he’s nice and full, it’s bedtime for everyone. The two of you shower together once the kids have been tucked in. After a nice calming shower, the both of you fall into bed. He’ll slide between your legs, lying on your chest. As the pair of you cuddle, it makes him comfortable enough to vent about his frustrations from the day. Your hands massage his scalp and eventually lull him into a peaceful sleep.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did answering it😆🥰! Be sure to leave your thoughts. Please feel free to comment and reblog, lovelies!

[charlesleclerrc]

Remember the last time we were here? MAYANS M.C. (2018-2023)

[cloveroctobers]

This episode was better than last but it’s still fuck Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes atp AND time!

[justanoasisimagines]

Visting at work

Summary; You decide to take your two children to see Angel after you youngest has a rough day! Pairing; Angel Reyes x Female!Reader (Bishop's Daughter) Wordcount; 523 A/N; Hey my lovelies back with another Drabble! If anyone wants to see more of this little family, feel free to drop me some ideas because I'd be more than happy to write for them again! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Wheels scattered pebbles along the road as you pulled into the clubhouse. Afternoon was beginning to appear as you leaned your head against the steering wheel. Attempting to gather something, anything.

"Mamá, are we going to see Papa?" Marisol, your four-year-old asked as you glanced in the wingview mirror.

"Yeah, baby. Let me get you out of the car." Running your hand over your hair, you pushed open the car door, before retrieving Marisol and beginning to unclip Diego from his car seat attempting to not wake the sleeping baby.

Marisol circled you impatiently as you raised her brother slowly and carefully to your chest. You loved your children you did. They were the light of life. Somedays however were easier than others and today had been one of these days.

Nothing appeared to substate Marisol's boredom. You tried for hours to find something which would occupy her. Nothing. Then Diego cried constantly because he'd refused to go down for his nap becoming overtired and restless.

Slipping your hand into Marisol's, you lead her towards the Clubhouse. Marisol dragged you towards the door, knowing exactly where were you going.

Pushing open the door, Marisol let your hand go, little legs running to the left.

"Abuelo!" Marisol yelled., wincing in response, you turned your head to see Diego stirring. It was quiet while it lasted. Following behind Marisol, you slowly attempted to rock Diego attempting to get back to sleep.

"Hola, papá" You greeted your father, Bishop's eyes lit up, as he picked up Marisol into his arms, holding her tightly. She leaned to press a kiss onto his cheek. When you were close enough, he circled an arm around you bringing you into a one-armed hug, and kissing you on your cheek.

"How's my girl?" Bishop asked as you leaned enjoying a moment, before Diego resumed crying again. Pulling away, you began to attempt to soothe him.

Bishop didn't need an answer to his question. He knew the look on your face. He glanced around the room attempting to find someone who could retrieve Angel.

Moments later, Angel and Ez strode through the double doors, Marisol wiggled to get down, determined to reach her father. Diego continued to cry. Bishop opened up his arms, silently asking you to pass Diego over.

"Hey beautiful." Angel made his way over to you, taking the time to appreciate you body. Shamelessly allowing his eyes to roam.

"Hey you, how is everything?" You asked, Angel drew you, his free arm settling you into his chest. Whenever Angel was asked, he always said if he could have it his way all three of you would be in his arms whenever possible. You were who he fought for everyday, you were who kept him on the right path.

"Better now you're here. Your Dad might finally allow me to take a break. Little man still not sleeping?"

"He had a nap in the car, but not for long enough."

[cregansgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

He slammed the beer bottle on the bar never taking his eyes off her. She was doing it on purpose he knew she was.

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

“Your really cute you know” I whispered biting down on his ear lightly

“Oh really?” Ez mumbled his hands roaming further down my body

“I love you Ez but get your hands off her now.” Angel snapped walking over

I turned my head to look at him as a smirk formed on my face “But we’re having fun”

He grabbed my wrist dragging me to the bathroom before quickly slamming the door shut backing me against the sink.

“You think it’s cute acting like a slut?” He questioned sliding his hands up my skirt

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

That’s all it took for the switch in him to flip. His hands went to her shirt ripping it off throwing it to the floor doing the same with her skirt.

“No panties or bra? Fucking whore.” He spat attaching his lips to hers his hands sliding between her legs.

A whimper left her mouth as he pulled away sliding his finger inside her. “This pussy.” He paused picking up his pace his fingers moving faster inside her “Mine.”

He uses his other hand to cup one of her boobs lowering his mouth to suck on one momentarily before pulling away. “These boobs.” he smirked giving the other a soft kiss “Mine.”

“These beautiful lips” He whispered bringing his mouth to hers placing a sloppy kiss before pulling away “Mine.”

He pulled out his fingers from inside her before sucking her juices off his finger. When he finished he cupped her face with his hands forcing her to look at him “You belong to me.” He stated before smirking and leaving the bathroom

“Never forget who you belong to princess” He laughed before closing the door behind him.

I’d genuinely do anything this man told me to.

-hails🧸

[bullet-prooflove]

Home: Angel Reyes x Reader (feat: Felipe Reyes)

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Companion piece to:

Secret - You keep a secret from Angel.

Traditions - You and Angel make your own traditions this Christmas

Felipe knows you’re pregnant.

You’ve tried to hide it over the past few weeks, the morning sickness, the exhaustion but Felipe sees it. He remembers Marisol being the same way when she was carrying both Angel and EZ. Reyes babies are not easy on their mothers.

It’s the shift in Angel’s behaviour that tipped him off. His oldest son had always been attentive towards you but it’s different this time. His palm comes to rest on your belly more often than not, when he looks at you with moon eyes, like you’re giving him the entire world.

Felipe understands why you haven’t told him, you’re still trying to come to terms with it yourself. Your life has changed since the shooting. Before, you were fiercely independent, juggling everything on your own to the point of it being detrimental. During your recovery you’d been forced to make changes, to rely on the people around you. You’d learned that there was no shame in asking for help, and you’d leaned into it because the truth was, you needed it.

You’d been hoping to get back on your feet, immerse yourself back in the business however now you were pregnant and that meant bigger concessions because you couldn’t be around the buds you farmed. That’s the other thing that tipped him off, you suddenly stopped going to the farm. Instead, you spent your days cleaning up his backyard, developing it into a place where Valeria would be able to play when she finally got her legs under her.

He tries to do little things to help with your morning sickness, he stocks the cupboards with ginger tea and crackers, he takes Valeria off your hands in the morning, allowing you to rest a little longer.

“You’re going to have a brother or sister soon.” You overhear him telling the baby as he feeds her in the kitchen. “Mama just needs to get through her first trimester and then she’ll be as right as rain.”

“It’s a boy.” You tell him as you step into the room. You root around in your handbag for a second before withdrawing the sonogram to show him. “We got the ultrasound yesterday.”

Felipe takes it from your hand, studying it intently. His thumb chases over the shape of the tiny jellybean, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile.

“It’s going to be a busy house.” He remarks as your hand smooths over Valeria’s dark hair before you place a kiss on her forehead.

“Are you still ok with that?” You ask him, your palm coming to rest upon your abdomen. “We can look for another place if its too much, the sale on Angel’s house is going through this week.”

“You’re about to have two kids under three, you’re gonna need all the help that you can get.” Felipe tells you in that low, grumble of his as he places the sonogram on the fridge, pinning it in place with a magnetic. “Besides, this is my grandkids home, your home and it always will be.”

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[ravennaortiz]

2/5: Date Crashing with Coco requested by @hatersaremymotivators

“Where’s the trouble maker?” inquired Coco as Angel and EZ joined him at a table in the clubhouse.

“Don’t even get us started on that” replied Angel with a sigh as he took the beer Bottles offered him. “Out on a date with that idiot from her work. All I’m going to say” he added after a couple swigs as EZ chuckled.

“Guys okay” offered EZ making Angel scowl.

“He is okay in won’t hurt her cause he’s got twigs for arms and legs and the personality of a helpless worm. “ scoffed Angel before turning back to Coco. “Dude has no idea how to change a tire, has asthma and gets fits from dust. I mean how the hell am I supposed to feel secure with my baby sisters safety when the man she is dating could be killed by a damn dust spore thingy?” he demanded as EZ continued to chuckle as he wandered away to talk to Guero.

“Valid point’s man” replied Coco his eyes locked on his beer. Trying to decide what to say that wouldn’t set his best friend off any further. If he was being honest he had feelings for the youngest Reyes but had never acted on them due to Angel being his best friend. But the idea of her being with another man especially one who couldn’t look after her really bothered him. “I can fix it” stated Coco as he stood up and patted Angel on the shoulder before moving towards the door.

“What do you mean?” started Angel as he turned to watch him go with a frown.

“You will see” called Coco.

“You okay?” you asked as you looked up from your food when Ken paused in the middle of his sentence. He was looking over your shoulder with a look of horror as he folded his napkin on the table. He looked ill and like he was trying not to run away. Turning to follow his gaze your eyes landed on a familiar leather that had you getting annoyed before you realized it was not one of your brothers. Though to be honest Coco Reyes might be worse for Ken.

“Everything good?” you asked as Coco stopped at your table smiling at you as he set a rose down.

“Course. Just joining you for dinner” replied Coco as he nudged Kens shoulder. “Mind scooching over man”.

“Uhhh…sure.. yeah no worries “replied Ken quietly as he made room in the booth for Coco.

“Coco, I’m on a date. Which you are crashing. Did Angel tell you to do this?” you demanded annoyance in your voice.

“Crashing your date?” asked Coco as he sat back before popping a chip into his mouth. “My bad. Though from my observation it didn’t seem you were. “ he added before turning to Ken who looked like he would love to run away. “See if I were her date I would have been sitting right next to her, getting all close and shit. Make sure she was having a grand time. I definitely wouldn’t have let some strange man anywhere near her. Certainly would not have let him sit across from her.” He added before turning back to you and leaning back in the booth. “Also would not have brought you to a place you hate and then ordered you a dumbass salad” he added with a laugh as you all looked down at the food you had been playing with. You couldn’t help the snort at that.

“See how I made her laugh? Start taking pointers for the next time you get a woman to go out with you” stated Coco as he nudged Ken. “Watch my next move. I call this stealing your date” he added before leaning across the table and grabbing you hand.

“I am madly in love with you. I am not playing either.” Stated Coco as you met his gaze. “You mean the world to me and I would do anything for you. Just give me a chance please?”

You were shocked but managed to nod. Truth be told you had had a crush on Coco for awhile but knew better than to mix in with Angels friends.

*Next Day*

“I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation” stated EZ as he called after Angel who was storming up your stairs to pound on your front door. Trying to suppress his laugh as he finished parking behind Coco’s bike that was in your driveway.

“Hey man” greeted a shirtless Coco as he opened your door with a grin. “Fixed your problem”.

[ac-19]

My people - A. Reyes (Mayans M.C.)

summary: after two men follow you they quickly find out you're not someone to mess with.

After three blocks of basically going around in a circle, I knew that black car was following me. I looked down at my purse, which was laying on the passenger seat, and went to grab my gun, but since they hadn't tried anything yet, I had a better idea. I drove a few more blocks to the clubhouse and smiled at Chucky as I pulled up to the gate.

"Hey (Y/N)."

"Hey Chucky. Do me a favour and let the black car that's been following me for the past hour in will ya?"

"Why?"

I chuckled as I grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of my purse and handed it over to Chucky.

"My own entertainment."

He nodded as he took the twenty dollar bill out of my hand and I just laughed to myself as I pulled into the lot and parked my car by the fence. These poor guys had no idea what they were in for.

I got out of the car and walked over to the front porch where EZ, Angel, Bishop and Hank were sitting, each smoking a cigarette.

"Can't I get any help Pres?"

I chuckled as I walked up the steps at the prospect who was sweating his ass off moving crates in a record heat wave.

"Who's your friends (Y/N/N)?"

I just chuckled as the guys got out of the car and walked over to the front porch.

"Can we help you?"

"We're not looking for any trouble, we're just here for the girl."

Angel immediately shot up out of his seat and protectively wrapped his arm around my waist and gently pulled me back so my back was against his chest before he laid his hand on my almost non existent baby bump. Bishop looked over at me and I shrugged before he pushed himself up and met the guys at the bottom of the steps while EZ and Hank also got up from their seats.

"I think you need to crawl back to whatever hole you came out of. And fast, before he puts a bullet between your eyes."

Bishop pointed back towards Angel who had his gun in his hand tucked to his side.

"Hand her over and we will be on our merry way."

"Over our dead bodies."

The guys looked between each other and the tall one smirked.

"That can be arranged."

He pulled his shirt up revealing a gun tucked in his waistband and I felt Angel's arm stiffen around me. I laid my hand on Angel's arm which was wrapped around me and I had to admit I didn't think they would take it this far.

"You guys aren't from around here are you?"

I chuckled as Coco and Gilly walked up behind them both holding up shotguns, while EZ and Hank pulled their guns out as well. The smaller guy swallowed harshly when Coco and Gilly pumped their shotgun, and EZ, Angel and Hank lifted theirs up.

"She isn't worth the trouble, let's just go."

They both turned around and quickly scurried away to their car and I smirked as I watched them drive off.

"I'm gonna kill Chucky."

I chuckled as I put my hand on Angel's chest and stopped him from going after Chucky.

"It was my idea to let them in, don't be mad at Chucky."

Angel gave me a questioning look.

"Why?"

"Because they followed me for the last hour while I went around in a circle. I wanted them to know they shouldn't mess with me, because my people are crazier than theirs."

Angel shook his head.

"You're the crazy one, querida."

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"That's what you love about me."

Angel shook his head as he bent down and planted a kiss on my lips and I melted to his touch.

I was no stranger to this life, but now that I was pregnant, shit like that made me nervous, even if I would never admit it to Angel.

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🎃 Jax Teller

🎃 Opie Winston

🎃 Juice Ortiz

🎃 Chibs Telford

🎃 Tig Trager

🎃 Herman Kozik

🎃 Happy Lowman

🎃 Marcus Alvarez

🎃 Angel Reyes

🎃 EZ Reyes

🎃 Coco Cruz

🎃 Che 'Taza' Romero

🎃 Hank Loza

🎃 Bishop Losa

🎃 Gilly Lopez

🎃 Nestor Oceteva

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Mood:

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Completed Requests:

1. Goofy, Chibs Telford, Candy, Costume, Scary movie

2. Fluff, Juice Ortiz, Pumpkin, Cat, Purple

3. Random, Gilly, cheesecake, spoon, messy

4. Goofy, Happy, costume, party, contest

5. Suggestive, Angel, black, eyes, water

6. Fluffy, Opie, scary, sexy, mine

7. Suggestive, Coco, red, chill, thunder

8. Suggestive, Manny, purple, love, sultry

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[mysoulisasunflower]

✨Best Idea Ever✨

Mayans MC | 1.4 "Bat/Zotz"

[imagineredwood]

Lie To Me

Request: Imagine the song Lie To Me by 5SOS for Angel? Ez? one of those two

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Breakups, emotional pain, angst with no comfort 😬

Word count: 580

Angel could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he watched you. Watching as you smiled and laughed. Watched as you took a sip from your glass. Watched as your tongue snaked out to lick away the drop that ran down your bottom lip. Watched as you fanned yourself, the alcohol warming you up in the stuffed bar. Watched as the man you were with took your empty glass from you when you swallowed down the rest of the drink. Watched as he ordered you another. Watched as you took it from him with a smile and wink. Watched as you leaned forward and offered him a kiss, the man indulging you and kissing you back in a way that showed it was not the first not the tenth time.

That was your new man. Angel knew. He could tell. In the way you touched him. In the way you enjoyed his company. In the way you looked at him.

Once upon a time, you looked at Angel the same way.

But not anymore.

Not since you left him for not giving you enough attention. Not since you left him for not being around enough. Too many late nights. Too many missed dates. Too many sleepless nights in an empty bed.

It wasn't his fault, not entirely. He tried. The club was just too important, and you were tired of waiting. Worried you were wasting valuable time.

'We won't be young forever, Angel.' you had told him. You wanted a man that would be around often, put you first. Not one you had to share with a club. And by the looks of it, you'd found him.

Angel tore his eyes away from you but continued to steal glances. On one, you looked in his direction at the same time and locked eyes. Angel felt his pulse quicken. But just as quickly as you had looked at him, you looked away. And you didn't look over again. You stayed focused on your friends and your man, and it killed Angel. He was falling apart. Barely ate, barely slept.

You on the other hand had never looked better. You were glowing. Eyes bright. Smile sparkling.

Happy.

You were happy.

Without him.

Finally happy.

He didn't fault you; you deserved to be happy. It just hurt that you were when he was left in shambles, feeling like everything had crashed down around him. He couldn't move on it seemed. Couldn't forget you, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how desperately he tried to replace you or pretend you didn't exist.  He had tried to erase every trace of you from his life to try and heal, and all it took was putting eyes on you once to undo whatever minuscule progress he had made.

He watched as your man got up, making his way to the bathroom, a small line queued up inside. He'd be in there for a little bit. At least five minutes.

Maybe that was all he needed. Just five minutes. Five minutes to talk to you. Five minutes to see where your head was at. Five minutes to see if it was real, even though he knew it was. Five minutes to have some more of your attention, dirty looks from your homegirls be damned. Five minutes to ask you if you still loved him. And if that universe was in his favor, you would lie, so he could hear you say it one last time.

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“Get Your Act Together”

Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series

Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.

Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.

Word Count: 2,900+

AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!

Inspired By💖:

People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.

Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.

The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.

Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing. 

Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”

Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.

Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”

“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”

“Our shit.”

“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.

“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”

“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”

Angel understood what it was all about now.

“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”

Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.

“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”

You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him. 

“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.

“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”

Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”

Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

��Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”

Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.” 

Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends? 

I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out. 

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.

“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”

“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.

“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.

“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.

Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly. 

“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.

“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.

“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”

He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.

“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.

It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.

“That’s for staring at my ass!”

Another smack.

“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.

Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.

Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.

“Lo siento, hermanita.”

“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”

Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.

With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.

“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”

Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”

The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”

To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.

When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.

Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.

“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.

“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”

You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.

Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”

“That you’re a petty ass woman.”

“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”

“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”

“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.

Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.

“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”

“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”

“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”

“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.

“I mean, I guess.”

Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.

“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”

“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”

“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”

With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.

He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.

“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves. 

Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.

“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.

“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”

Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.

Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.

“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.

Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.

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[bumblesimagines]

Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father. 

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll. 

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got. 

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!" 

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse. 

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 3

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 611

Summary: While the club puts together a plan, you have a small chat with Nestor.

Warnings: None

A/N: This part is just a filler, sorry if that’s disappointing! Action coming soon! 💥

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EZ jumped off his bike, you did the same and before you knew it he was storming towards the clubhouse. You were barely able to keep up with his pace. Thankfully, he stopped for you at the door. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Until then I can’t risk leaving you alone—“

“Want me to stay with Felipe? Or do you want one of the guys watching me when you’re not around?” You assumed those were your options and that was more than fine with you. You were not comfortable being alone after that and had intentions to have this conversation anyways.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to stay by yourself again. It was such a terrifying and traumatic experience, being kidnapped and manhandled in the worse way possible to put it lightly was enough to have you scared of what could happen if the Burning Souls managed to grab you again. Especially knowing they’re after the club and revel in attacking the club’s loved ones.

“Neither. I want you with me. Those bastards aren’t taking you ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. You should have known that would have been his response but it took you by surprise anyway.

EZ ushered you into the clubhouse. The guys were doing the usual — drinking, playing cards, playing pool, telling jokes and talking about past memories. All that came to a halt when the Vice President bellowed, “Templo. Now!” He didn’t wait for response, angrily entering their meeting room and taking a seat at the table. Everyone looked at you for a clue or something so they could understand Ezekiel’s anger. When their eyes landed on you, they immediately understood and hurried to their seats.

You could tell in the way they moved and how their expressions changed — they were pissed too.

You took a seat at the bar once the room emptied.

Of course, Nestor watched the whole thing go down but he was more concerned with reading your body language. Nestor slid you a water. He figured after all you just went through you needed to hydrate.

The glass clinking on the bar top caught your attention. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about Nestor still being in the room. You eyed the glass of clear liquid. “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol.” You slid the glass back to him and he shook his head.

“It’s water. You look dehydrated. Trust me I know the look.” He slid the glass to you once more. You studied Nestor. Despite it being months since his prospecting began, it still felt weird to you seeing him in a kutte instead of a fancy outfit or suit.

“I know you’ve seen a lot of shit. So tell me, what would you be doing if you weren’t here?” You attempted to take your mind off the matter at hand plus you enjoyed Nestor’s company, despite the club’s opinion and feelings. You genuinely didn’t understand the tension between them and Nestor.

“You’re right. I have seen a lot of shit. So have you. So has everyone in this town.” Nestor paused, the wheels turning in his head. He could tell he could trust you; hell, he already did. “Literally anything else.” He cracked a smile. You couldn’t help but notice he had a nice smile, made him look relaxed. You chuckled at his little joke.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You nodded in agreement.

It was that moment that the club came flooding into the room. A thickness filled the room. You knew they had a plan, a brutal and bloody plan.

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