#look at him being taller even when he steps off the sidewalk i'm losing it

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE DREAM CAR ❜

with Che ‘Taza’ Romero.

Request: Hey , could you do a fic of a girl being tazas younger girl that he try’s to hide from the club but the eventually find out about her ,Please?

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.4k

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

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

“You have to be fucking kidding me”.

Taking off his sunglasses, close to Bishop and Tranq, Taza watches how the crane drived by Chuckie carries your black Mustang into the scrapping. His brothers are looking at him confused, seeing how his face turns from perplexity to a jolly one. And for a moment, he's about to text you, but he's going to enjoy it.

“Do you know that car?” Hank asks, following him through the alley towards the office.

“I bought it”. He just says, turning at him with a petty smile on his lips.

“For whom?”

“Find Coco”. He replies to Bishop going upstairs.

You have to sit over the edge of the sidewalk, taking off a cig from your pocket to light it up and have a deep smoke. The crane warning on the floor with the number of your license and a telephone to call, have given you a heart attack. Che bought it for you three months ago, and you love that car more than you love him. You're almost sobbing, with some tears running down your cheeks, typing the number on your phone and placing it on your right ear. Rubbing your forehead, taking care to not get burned by the cig, you wait for an answer.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”

“Hi, ahm… my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I have a Ford Mustang GT, license seven, romero, delaware, delaware, six, four, nine. From Santo Padre, California”.

“Let me check it, miss, one second”.

Moving your leg nervously, having another drag and spitting the smoke by your lips, with a heavy sigh, you know you're starting to lose your shit. If Che finds it out, he's going to tease you for the rest of your life.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?”

“Yeah, I'm here”.

“Do you know ‘Romero Bros. Scrap and Salvage’?”

“Oh, shit… Shit, shit, shit… Why did you take it there, and not the municipal'?”

“It was completed, mi—”.

Hanging out the call, you know that you are really fucked. Throwing away the cigar to stand up, you hire an uber to pick you up, praying that Che is not there. And the road to the scrapping feels like an eternity, stepping up from the car to run through the alley and trying to find the office.

“Hey! Hey! You!” Spotting two men somewhat older than you, they turn around. “My car is here, and I need to take it. Like right now”.

“Which one, mami?” One of them with long and black hair opens a notebook between his hands.

“It's ahm… a black Mustang. A GT”. You say trying to have one look from it.

“Yeah, it came an hour ago, more or less. You have to pa—”.

“Yes, whatever. I need my fucking car”. You interrupt him so desperate that you're about to lose the left calm you have.

The other man shrugs his shoulders at him, before making you a soft move with his hand to follow them.

“Is it Che here…?” You ask then, scared like never before.

“Oh, yes”.

“Sh—”.

“TAAAZAAAAAAAAA!”

“FUCK, NO, SHUT UP”. You're trembling, trying to cover the mouth of the taller man, when you hear your boyfriend's voice.

“Yeah?”

You can see him coming closer from nowhere, followed by another four men. You can recognize them. You have seen some pictures at the ranch. Your cheeks are burning, your lips shaking, about to cry again. The apache looks at you, raising an eyebrow surprised.

“Who's that?” He asks, pointing at you and making you twist your neck, crossing both arms over your chest.

“We have her car, brother. The Mustang that came this morning”.

“Sorry, miss, but we received the order to make it a cube”.

Your mouth drops to the floor, with your heart about to stop. Starting to laugh freaking out, you shake your chin.

“Don't play shit with me, Che”.

“Miss, your car has been pressed”. He insists, with a serious look on his face.

“Are you… fucking kidding me?”

“No, miss. Is over there”. Moving his head to behind you, you turn over your steps.

Some meters away, you find a big black cube with a silver horse badge almost destroyed. Your heart stops for a second, before speeding up to the limits, while you start to cry inconsolably running to what it's supposed to be your car. Or, at least, what's left from it. Kneeling next to the cube, you bow down your head, with the eyelids strongly closed. You can't believe that Che, knowing it, allowed it to be destroyed. Sitting down, you curl your legs against your chest with both hands on the back of your head, feeling a real anguish ending up on waking your anxiety. And it's not because of the car, but because Taza bought it for your anniversary and now he's playing the ‘I-don't-know-who-you-are’ game, probably because of what's happening.

And it's painful because his friends don't know you. You're aware of what he does there and outside of Santo Padre, but you talked about separating both worlds to keep you safe. If not, this would not have happened.

Bishop pulls the guys apart, rubbing his chin looking at his brother.

“Man, that's fucking breaking my heart”.

“Yeah, she probably is gonna break up with me”. Che chuckles, having so much fun.

“She what?” Angel asks, cleaning his hands with a cloth.

“I bought her that car for our first anniversary, three months ago”.

“Wait, wait, wait… is that your girl?” El presidente has to shake his head, a little confused. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Man, it's just a joke”.

“I don' see the fun here, carnal. She's fuckin' fallin' into pieces”. Coco says turning at you for a second, watching you grab the silver badge.

“C'mon, brother. I think she learnt the lesson. We don't even know if the car was parked correctly or not. Lately, the municipal crane is having a lot of trouble, for taking cars properly parked”. Tranq says palming his back.

“Yeah, and she looks really affected…” Riz adds frowning.

“It's funny because I met her looking at that car through the shop wind—”.

“Man, I'm gonna shoot you down”. Creeper threatens him.

“Miss, we need you to sign the papers”. Che says then.

“Fuck… you”. You reply back, standing up and trying to figure out how you can carry the heavy cube, to take it out of here.

“Hey, mami, it—”.

“Shut the fuck up!” You yell enraged at him, with your eyes reddened, cleaning your tears with a hand.

“Cariño, es una broma”. (Honey, it's just a joke). Your boyfriend breaks into laughter, walking towards you to surround your body with his arms. “Shit, baby… you're so inn—”.

“Isn't that my car?” You mumble sobbing. Confused, you raise your eyes at his.

“Where the fuck did you park it, ah?”

“I just… I just stop… five minutes to pick up your watch…”

“My what?” Pulling himself away, he looks how you take off a red bow from your bag.

“Give me my car, please”. You almost beg, snuffing.

“Did you… fix it up?”

Some days ago, he fell from one of the horses in the ranch, and the glass broke. So you, secretly, brought it to the best watchmaker in Santo Padre. Wearing it, he hugs you in front of his silent friends, leaving a kiss on your head.

“Sorry, babe… It was just a joke”. He says somewhat regretted. “Come here…”

Leading your steps, and passing away the other men, you cross another scrap alley to what looks like the clubhouse he has talked about it thousands of times. Close to his bike, you find the spotless and freshly cleaned black Mustang. And you feel your legs tremble running straight to it.

“Shit, I will never let you alone again”. You mutter lying on the hood with open arms.

“Do you wanna meet my other family or you're gonna break up with me, ah?” Che chuckles, coming closer.

“I hate you… I swear I hate you, pendejo”. You growl looking at him, before standing up.

“Nah… You know you love me. C'mon, mi amor, let me introduce you”.

✨ Tag list:

@starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​@sassymox @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x @xx--day-dreamer--xx @spiced-reads @tita127 @ifoundmyhappythought @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat @angelxshiba @destynelseclipsa @sheeshgivemeabreak @abbiesthings @knowles-morgan @lady-pswrld @minnicelli @marquelapage @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @jadesamhart @mycupoffanfiction @claytoncardenasbabymama @thesandbeneathmytoes @phoenixhalliwell @thewarriorprincessxo @sugary-x-sweet @multiyfandomgirl40 @imanerdychubbyqueen @iambabyharry @firebenderwolf @itsanofrommesir @noz4a2 @peaches007 @edonaspanca @irenne-stans @skyofficialxx @arveeee

If you want to be tagged, send me a message!