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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - A Manny (Mayans MC)/Hannah Gray (OC) Story.

I said I would wait to begin posting this, but I’m just starting chapter eleven and I absolutely cannot wait! It isn’t going to be epically long, and I have also made the chapters much more bitesized (2k or less on the word count) so you guys aren’t bombarded by my usual long reads and blathering on (lol!) 

Since I know that Manny is very popular, I’m going to set the unlock at 50 notes to get the first chapter (which will begin being posted after BTBT is done) this just the prequel, so you have plenty of time to make that happen. Now, I don’t mind a bit of system cheating, but I would like to see how much this can happen organically, with everyone participating in the likes, comments and reblogs. So, with that being said, on with the show!

Taglist - In the comments

Words - 1,104

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Prologue

“Do you, Hannah, take Michael, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ‘till death do you part, according to god’s holy law?”

Did she?

Hannah felt as if she were going deaf to all around, other than the ringing in her ears, a wave of heat rising through her as her heart hammered. The minister sounded like he was speaking to her through water, his voice distorted, the weight of the stare from the entire congregation upon her as she opened her mouth, swallowing when she began to salivate excessively.  

Did she?

Because this was for the rest of her life. Of course, if it didn’t work then there was always divorce, but should she, the bride herself, really go through with such a commitment if the word divorce was coming to her as she stood there at the altar, unable to speak? Her eyes flitted over to the stable forces that were her dad and stepmom, both of them staring back at her with concern, Jackie mouthing ‘are you alright?’, Hannah still stood there, gaping like a fish out of water, her legs tingling.  

“Babe?” Michael spoke, nudging her. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging here.”  

She turned again, looking out to her side of the church, so sparse compared to the small army that was Michael’s friends and family, with it dawning on her as every second stretched out.  

‘I’m sorry, pumpkin. I can’t do it. I can’t go ahead and watch you make a mistake, and I think it is, you marrying him.’ Shonda. Her ride or die, and she wasn’t there looking beautiful in jade green satin as a bridesmaid, because she couldn’t stand Michael.  

‘Grampy and I won’t be attending, sweetheart. I’m sorry.’ Her grandmother. Ethel Gray was much too polite and mild-mannered to come out in as many words and say it, but she and her husband Bill had never liked him either. Hell, her parents were only there because she’d pleaded with them. Rob and Jackie Gray were also upon the side that said Michael Hansen was a completely unsuitable choice for their beloved daughter.  

‘Sorry, Han. Ain’t coming. I don’t like that dude, never have, never will.’ Steve, her elder brother hadn’t been so discreet. Neither had her younger, Jack.  

Standing there, it was the moment it hit her, how wrong it was. Her best friend, her brothers, her grandparents, most of her cousins, everyone who had refused, they should have been there. This was her wedding day, and they weren’t there, all because they saw what she refused to, or rather did and instead, stuffed down, excused away, tried to convince herself she could live with. It was her last shot at happiness, she’d convinced herself it was. But was it? Really?  

“Hannah, would you like me to repeat the vows again?” the minister asked quietly, breaking the deathly silence that had fallen over the church.  

She shook her head. “No.” Her bouquet slipped from her hand before she’d even turned to look up at her fiancé, roses and lilies shedding their petals upon the parquet floor. “I can’t, I’m so sorry.” Turning, she gathered her dress, reaching to take the small, oyster lace clutch from her now-never-would-be sister-in-law before running back down the aisle, a chorus of gasps echoing through the sacred space, Hannah praying that her ankles didn’t buckle, having to run in five-inch heeled Manolo Blahnik’s. She’d chosen the very same Hangisi royal blue stilettoes that her heroine Carrie Bradshaw had worn to marry Mr Big. Except she was the one doing the jilting in this instance.  

“Hannah! Wait!”  

Michael’s voice propelled her faster down the steps, people all around stopping and pointing as they witnessed it, a real-life runaway bride situation. Her heart hammered hard with every step, her armpits beading with sweat as she felt her stomach lurching, swallowing hard, knowing she had to escape him.  

“Hey lady! Fucking watch it!” the man behind the wheel of the car she ran out in front of through the traffic yelled, Hannah swerving, realising how stupid and perilous her decision to cross the highway was, her head spinning as her eyes darted around, looking for a cab, turning back to see Michael hurtling down the grass bank that flanked the church.  

“Hannah! Get back here, now!”  

“Fuck!” Panic flooded her, dodging between the cars, horns blaring even though the traffic was slow moving that morning, looking for her escape when suddenly, it called out to her.  

“Hey darlin’, you need a ride?” Turning her head in the direction she’d heard the smooth, husky voice call, she saw a tall man aboard a massive black Harley. The trepidation she felt when noticing the Mayan kutte lasted all of five seconds, hearing Michael yelling at her again. It wasn’t the cab she’d been looking for, but an outlaw on an iron horse was perhaps the better option for making a speedy getaway.  

“Yes! Thank you!” she cried, moving around the front of the white Lincoln Navigator that had kindly stopped to let her cross into the next lane, hoiking up her dress a little further as she straddled the back of the motorcycle.  

“Where you wanna go, mamas?” the man asked.

“As far away from here as possible.”

He pulled back the throttle, the bike sounding like thunder in her ears. “I gotchu.” Over eighteen hundred cc’s roared ferociously as he pulled out and cut through the traffic, the all-black Street Bob thundering away down the highway, Hannah yanking her veil off before wrapping her arms around his slender waist, her heart still going ten to the dozen as she left a shocked, angry looking former fiancé in her wake, her veil fluttering down at his feet as he watched her ride away.  

“You okay there?” he asked as they took a right at the intersection, feeling that she held onto him with a shaky grip.  

“Yes... no... erm...” she floundered. “I’m Hannah, by the way.”

He chuckled a little. “I’m Manny. Sounds like you need me to take you to the nearest bar, Hannah.”

“Immediately, if not sooner!”

He was planning on going home, lighting up a joint and maybe calling his regular no strings attached girl for some afternoon fun, with little else to do with his day. Rescuing a bride who’d obviously had some very last minute second thoughts was certainly a very random derailing of that initial plan, but one he wasn’t mad about.  

[theesirenteller]

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【 This chapter contains Gun Violence, Abuse both psychological & physical】

Chapter Five; 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 | Masterlist

"We have a problem."

"We? No, you have a problem."

"Oh no, we have a problem."

"And how does my cousin banging some stripper affect me?" Nick questioned with a chastising grin. 

Over the last month, Christopher and Epiphany had been more friendly in the public eye. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were seeing one another or at least messing around. Annie had yet to tell Beth about Epiphany's casual bragging about her and Christopher's sex life. Despite Beth being her older sister, Annie didn't want to be seen as a rat or lose someone she had considered a friend. She liked having Epiphany as a friend and didn't want her relationship spilling into her sisterhood. On the flip side, Beth took notice of just about everything Rio did. He wasn't one to be flashy or make a scene. His behavior over the course of the three years she'd known him was either consistent or spontaneous. Nowadays he'd drop by the club more often and never on the days when Epiphany wasn't working. Drop and pick-up days were whenever Epiphany worked. The two would share smiles at one another from across the room. He would stay to watch her perform solos on stage and then they'd share a drink at the bar. Or Beth would see him leave and then Epiphany would leave right after. If not that, it was the shared touches. His hand would pat her back on his way out or if he was close enough, Epiphany would kiss him on the cheek.

And Beth loathed it all.

Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer was something that Nick learned and lived by. After Beth had set him up to be locked up and he'd gotten her back 'where it hurts' things were back to 'normal'. Well, as normal as he and his brother wanted things to be. The blonde councilwoman at her beck and call, open to being bent in whichever direction they could push her in. The brothers were still playing the long game with her. Beth was the perfect spokesperson to appeal to rich, white, privileged investors in across states better than Nick could. And when things go to shit, Beth is set to have a hard time. Both Rio and Nick would be sure of it.

"It affects you because it affects me," she hissed, "I'm not close to him like that and I doubt you two are close after…last year's events." A teasing glint in her eye and a smug smirk laid across her thin lips as she saw Nick's smile slowly diminish. "Anyway," She started off with a higher pitched voice and chirpy tone, "Your cousin, brother, whatever is involved with the Japanese. I don't know what the details are but I want in. "

"You want a percentage of that deal." Nick clarified while he relaxed back in his office seat, "How do you know he's even in business with them?"

"He moved eight SUV trucks filled with Japanese yen through my strip club and my second dealership." She informed before shrugging her shoulders with a subtle hair flip, "We're partners, it's only fair that I'm cut in."

Nick looked at her with amusement in his eyes. He was amused but still impressed with how far she had come. She was more like him than she could ever admit, if not worse, "Right," he replied casually with a slight nod."I can't be involved, that'd be a conflict of interest-" 

He was quickly cut off by Beth, "How? This affects you because then we have nothing to pin on him with the feds!"

"It's personal. I don't know how close they are or how he feels about this chick. So either one of us removing her without motive causes unnecessary heat. You can't just kill her because he'd banging her," Nick replied with a raised voice and sharp tone. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened, or how she gulped and clenched her jaw. Her discomfort was loud without words needing to be said,  "You're gonna have to create a shadow. Set her up in some way, get photos, and then you get rid of her. That'll be your reason and he'll have to understand because it's just business. Take a page out of his book." he advised.

Beth quickly grabbed her designer tote bag and stood up, "Well thank you, councilman, I heard you loud and clear." and with her passive-aggressive statement she spun on her heel and strutted out of his office.

"Happy to help, Councilwoman!"Nick ridiculed behind her with a chuckle just before the door shut.

When she arrived at her home, Beth had done exactly like she was told but not without adding her own details. Beth had a four-bedroom, two-bathroom luxurious home in a more upscale area of the suburbs of Detroit. She lived in luxury now with her new position and she enjoyed the space that was solely hers. Seeing her children every other weekend was good enough for her, nowadays. Her old life felt like another world but she couldn't deny that she didn't miss it. She was powerful now. She was somebody who people either loved or feared. She felt invincible. "Annie, could you come down here for a second?!" 

"What's up?" the short-haired dirty blonde questioned a few minutes later. 

"Hey, do you think you could set up lunch between your little stripper friend and me?" Beth asked, " I'm thinking that Ruby and you need to be there as well."

"Yeah sure, but uh what for?" Annie replied as she raised her bushy eyebrows.

"Just lunch," her voice softened as her eyes lowered to a more 'saddened' look, "I have to talk to her about Rio. He's dangerous and I don't want her ending up like Lucy," she sighed with faux-sorrow.

"Or is it that you're jealous." Annie smirked and wiggled her brows. 

"Oh please, Annie," Beth rolled her eyes, " I am not jealous of some bimbo stripper hooking up with him. Believe me, she's keeping him out of my hair."

"Mhmm, whatever you say," Annie teased with a sing-a-song tone, "But yeah I'll set it up."

And she did just that. Annie had set up a lunch date the following weekend with Epiphany at Tony's diner. Saturday afternoon to be exact. Epiphany had gotten ready at Christopher's apartment. It'd become a routine for the pair to hook up in the middle of the day instead of grabbing lunch. Sometimes, a quick lunch date was after an hour of indulging in each other's bodies. As usual, Christopher had left first then thirty minutes later, Epiphany had left. 

She had gotten into an Uber and two of Christopher's henchmen weren't far behind. They tailed behind unbeknownst to her, all the way to the diner. As soon as she walked in and the suburban mothers spotted her, almost immediately judgment flashed across their eyes. Their eyes ranked her attire thaat consisted of; A short green-camo mini skirt with green sequin scattered across it,  a tight-fitted white cropped camisole that read 'AS IF' in big bold gold letters, a dark green jean bolero jacket, and knee–high heeled boots hugged her thighs.

"Oh hell no…"Ruby scoffed. 

"Geez, you can take the girl outta of the strip-club but can't take the club out of the girl,"Beth added.

"Wow…uh…that's a lot for lunch," Annie cringed and bit at her lip.

Epiphany raised her left eyebrow as she looked at the three women before her eyes narrowed in on Annie, "I thought you said we were having brunch. As just the two of us."She proceeds to take a seat in the booth seat across from the trio. Her arms soon folded under her ample breasts as an expression remained unmoved.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't clarify there would be more than just the two of us but-" Annie was cut off by Epiphany in the midst of trying to apologize and explain herself.

"But, you wanted to ambush me." Epiphany stated in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening her shoulders back as she sat up straighter,

"We're not here to fire you," Ruby stated.

"No. Not at all!" Annie protested.

"Look, we're just here to talk to you," Beth sighed, "To warn you."

"Oh? About what? Is the club shutting down?" Epiphany questioned them, her eyes moving across the three women back and forth until they settled in on Beth.

"Look Epiphany, I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye-" Beth attempted to reason but was cut off.

"We haven't?" Epiphany mocked with a higher pitch to her voice and a slight head tilt, "...Why would you think that?"

"Well we haven't had a full conversation over a cup of cof-" Beth giggled before she was cut off once again.

"And who's fault would that be? I've never thought we had beef. In fact," Epiphany licked across her bottom lip as her eyes swept up and down the Detroit council woman's face, "I don't think of you at all."

A look of bewilderment washed over the three women's faces. The nostrils of Beth's nose flared and her peach lipstick-covered lips curled. Before anyone could utter a word, the waitress came trotting over, "What will y'all be having?" she asked with an impatient tone.

"Well, all have Cobb salads." Beth ordered for everyone but Epiphany quickly jumped in after to switch her order, "I'll just take a black coffee."

"Look here, we're trying to warn you that you're getting involved with a very dangerous man." Beth hissed before rambling on, "You don't know the vile, horrible things he's done to people. Like our friend Lucy, he seduced her with his kindness only to kill her when she was no longer of use to him. And me, he's used sex and exploration to control my every move. It took me outsmarting him many times to get out of being murdered by him."

"And he kidnapped me!" Annie was quick to mention.

Epiphany's lips stretched at the sides into a tight smile before she started to laugh. her laugh came off as a subtle and serene giggle, "Who are you even talking about? Who is he?"

"Oh for the love god, the gang leader that's going to pound town on you!!" Ruby sighed in annoyance.

"Rio."

"Gangfriend!"

Annie and Beth both said different names at once. That was when Epiphany knew it was time to go. She had heard enough. "Sounds like you ladies have got whoever's fucking me mixed up with whatever you've got going on." She said as she stood up from her seat, "If the person you know is so horrible, why not get restraining orders? and dip out? Or I don't know…get rid of the person?" Epiphany suggested as she got out of the booth. She then proceeded to turn around and start heading out of the diner.

"Girls a lost cause." Ruby sighed.

" Good riddance." Beth scoffed.

"What do you think we should do now?' Annie asked as they watched Epiphany walk down the street from the window. 

"Plan B," Beth smirked before pulling out her phone.

Their words didn't fall on deaf ears. Epiphany thought of what they had said throughout her day on campus. She sat through her lecture in airplane mode. Denting her pen with bite marks she stared aimlessly out the fourth-floor window. These claims…these accusations…they sounded familiar. Eerily familiar. 

'Watch yourself'

'Cassius did a number on his last girl, Está locõ. Un Díablo.' 

'Do you even know what his family does to people? You don't wanna marry into that.'

The images of Cassius's brown skin covered in black and blue reddened flesh from fingernails that broke his skin. The screams and cries of men being burned alive, of it replayed in her mind. Or how the boys who spared her glance and shot her a smile at The Kitty Box ended up disappearing left & right.  'Was Chris similar? Or was he worse?' Epiphany wondered to herself throughout the day.  Why was it that she attracted dangerous men? And why did she find such jovial comfort in that? A sense of security and importance. After all, it's what she always dreamed of. She dreamed of having the life of women like Elvira Hancock, Carmela Soprano, and of course, Ginger McKenna. 

The remainder of her time in lectures blew by in the blink of an eye. Since she couldn't be bothered to pay attention in class, Epiphany decided to settle herself in a cafe on campus with a series of notes that she brought from one of her classmates.

"Hmph…I always thought you only looked best on your back but this is a slightly nicer view."

Cassius. Surely, Epiphany must've been hearing things. She didn't dare peel her eyes away from the notes that laid against the table. Her mouth grew dry. Then her palms grew sweaty. The underneath of her breasts began to moisten. Only hot air escaped her lips as she breathed outwards. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. But he was here. In Detroit. In a cafe on the campus where she attended. And he sat right across from her. His sandy-brown-tanned hand reached over and laid upon hers. Epiphany let out a choked moan of pain, of agony. It felt as though he had burned her with a hot iron. His skin was always hot. Very hot as if he had a furnace built within his body. As she snatched her hand away, Epiphany's eyes finally settled on him. He looked exactly the same as the day she left him. Shiny bald head, Smooth, poreless brown skin, and a full, thick goatee that nearly covered his lips. He was dressed like a reaper, in all black from his leather parka-jacket to his Timberland boots.

"What the fuck are you doing here." Epiphany had finally gotten the courage to say, with her shoulders back and a sharpness to her tone, "Better yet, who told you I was here? My mother?" 

To this, Cassius scoffed, "A whore like that doesn't care for her child overnight, don't flatter yourself." He then folded his large hands together on the table. The diamonds within his chunky rings reflected off of the silverware on the table, "You called me."

"And why would I do that?" She questioned with a tilt of her head slightly to the side, her eyes nor her face gave away that she was shocked. Epiphany sat there with a stoic expression. Never would she have called him. She left Las Vegas behind and everyone in it for a reason. To be normal. As normal as a girl with a not-so-stellar past could be. But, she was only twenty-three and tried to remind herself that life was only just starting. Her childhood felt like adulthood but this era of her was her freedom. 

"Because you need me. You said it over the phone. You said what I already know. You can't live without me, you and I both know you can not function in a civilized world without being taken care of. Look at your job now, A whore on a pole." He tsked and shook his head. Cassius as always thought so low of women. Especially those who worked in the sex work or entertainment industry. Yet he and his family endorsed it all. They funded all if not the majority of the clubs in Dubai and Los Vegas. Or at least that's what he and her mother told her. 

And his words angered her. It made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of her bottom lip as she stared across the table at him. Her mouth was no longer dry as she collected spit from the sides of her mouth before she hawked spit in his eye, "Hijo de puta! Even with all the money in the world, you're still a useless trick with nothing to offer but your money. You're lower than a whore."

Cassius's ears grew reddened as the corners of his jaw tightened in. His bushy brows started to narrow in as he got up at the same time she had. Only, he flipped over the cafe table causing a squad of campus security to bum rush into the spot. The man began cursing in Arabic as he lunged for her but Epiphany was quicker than him. She ran behind security and they tackled him to the floor. Her day had gone from annoying to bad. How did he find her? He said he had spoken to her and that she discussed needing him. These were the questions that plagued her mind as she was placed in the counselor's office alongside the police. She filled out various forms before the restraining order was put in. 

None of the day's events made sense. Beth, Annie, and their friend had no business 'warning' her about Christopher or as they called him, Rio. Rio had no knowledge of her and Epiphany wasn't important enough for his enemies to track down her ex to 'take her back'; Somehow, she felt like Beth was involved. Why, other than petty jealousy? Epiphany had no clue. It all overwhelmed her. The web of backstabbing, sex, personal gain, and who knew what else. Everything that transpired within the last three hours had caused Epiphany to form a severe headache along with body pain. Stress started to take a toll on her body. And after questioning and fillings were done, she was driven to her apartment and taken upstairs by police.

The moment that she got inside, she flopped herself across the couch; and let her mind go numb.

The scent of sewer water, shit, along with the feeling of a warm hand against her cheek had awoken Epiphany from her deep slumber. Her groggy eyes slowly opened and as her vision became clear, Christopher stood in front of her. She was seated on a wonky metal chair in an underground area that looked like a sewer storage locker. Epiphany, winced at the sight of her new setting and instantly latched her hands onto his forearms and stood up on her feet, "Chris? Chris what's going on?" she whimpered in fear.

His usually big brown eyes were dark. And the subtle smirk on his lips made her grow weary with fear. This was the first time she felt truly intimidated by him. His stature; The way he towered over her five foot two frame with his six foot one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as her chest began to rise and fall quickly, "P-please..please don't hurt me." she begged. Not him. Anyone but him. He was the only aspect of her life that made her feel alive. His gentleness, The romance he brought to her life in such a short amount of time was overwhelming and she feared that ending more than her own death.

"Shh, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," his tone was mellow as he raised his left hand and laid it against the sides of her face. Christopher dipped his head down, his narrow nose brushing along her button one. His fingers gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek and side of her jaw, "But you tryna hurt me." his once gentle tone darkened, lowering to a baritone octave that sent chills down her spin. Before Epiphany could protest, she felt the coolness of metal riding up the middle of her breasts. His signature golden Glock kissed her bare skin, firmly pressed to the side of her temple. This caused a sequel to escape her lips and before she could utter any type of rebuttal, he hushed her with his lips placed on hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow. His right arm wrapped around her waist.

Epiphany didn't know whether to grasp him closer or fight him off. But what she could feel was his heart pounding like a punch against hers.

It all felt so surreal. Like a nightmare and wet dream all at once. Gentleness mixed in with the threat of violence. All she could feel was fear and confusion. Epiphany's body trembled against his. And she knew he felt. He had to have felt her. Her fear, her anxiety, her heart.

"Why do I got the feeling that…you're gonna be the bullet that puts a hole in my head, hm?" he hummed against her mouth with the slickness of a snake. He moved the barrel of the gun from her temple to his when he mentioned 'hole in my head' before laying back to her temple. Her tears sprinkled onto his cheek, "Did you get enough info on me to run it back to those bitches?"

"Wha-? You think I'm Beth's rat?"

Her pushing up into a frowning pout as she looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes of uncertainty changed to a look of disbelief, "Why?"

"I could ask you the same thing. That little lunch date looked real interesting,". Christopher hissed and with each movement his lips made, she could feel the brush against her mouth.

"Oh, Rio it was." she rolled her r's when she seethed his name, "Annie set me up with Beth to warn me about you."

He stood still and the menacing look he once possessed of narrowed eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and striking eye contact had slowly begun to relax. The crease between his brows slowly smoothed out. His eyes flicked back and forth between looking at her and looking above her head. Christopher was debating. Not only with her but with himself. "And what did she say?" She, Beth. He didn't care for what the other two stiffs spoke about because it usually was a rehearsal of what she said.

"The short version? You're a fucking serial killer who uses sex and manipulation to exploit and get what you want, the long version? a lot of secrets were spilled out in the open." Epiphany replied, she spoke through her nose with a slight whisper to her voice.

An ounce of a smirk peeled on the right corner of his lips as he rolled the gun along the side of her neck. He didn't confirm or deny but he coyly asked, "What you think about that mama?"

"I'm thinking what the fuck does that have to do with me and you and why you have a gun to my head?!" she cried out, anger laced in her outburst. Her hands shook at her sides as she didn't push him away due to the gun. The fear of it going off in her face or throat was far greater than her anger. "I'm not involved!" she protested.

"Oh no, see you've been involved sweetheart." Christopher argued, "It's just a matter of whose side you're on."

Fool him once, shame on them. Fool him twice, shame on him….there wouldn't be a third time. Christopher was no fool and the moment the Boland woman walked into his life was when he realized he'd gotten a big…soft. And Epiphany just seemed eerily close to business for his liking. He needed undying loyalty, control, and if she was truly for him then he needed her in line. Love could come later…after sacrifice.

"Unless…" Christopher began to chuckle but the sound wasn't from happiness, "Unless you don't wanna be involved then you can leave right now." he took a few steps away from her and aimed the gun at the dark, wet hallway to the left.

Epiphany's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him in confusion. His play on words and attitude switch was causing gears to twist and bend in her mind. They spent every day together. If not day then night. Leave where?

Blinking rapidly as she stood there. She didn't move. She only stared at him. "What do you mean? " she questioned before licking at her lips, "Wi-...will I see you later?" uncertainty in her voice. And his smile made her stomach twist and turn, "You do mean I don't have to be involved with the club right or with whatever shit you've got going on with those women…right?"

She needed clarification and he gave her none of that. "Nah darlin, I'm afraid this is the end of line for us. You're off the hook." He dismissed her casually. His tone is deep and delicate. It was almost like a goodbye kiss. But he never moved, his eyes still settled in on her like a lion waiting to be challenged. Which let Epiphany know he wasn't done.

"No."

"No?" He challenged with a slight head tilt as his eyes looked her over.

Despie how fearful, how anxious she felt, Epiphany still chose to stand her ground and challenge him, "The moment I turn around you'll put a bullet to my head. Because you don't believe I'm not involved con esa perra concejal" (with that bitch councilwoman)

Sassily, she crossed her arms against her chest and cocked her hip slightly to the side as she stared at him. "Even if you don't kill me-"

"How bout you kill for me?" He proposed.

Epiphany's eyes widened as Christopher stalked towards her. "Come on champ." His hand latched to the back of her neck, forcefully making her walk in front of him down the dark tunnel. She followed him with stumbling feet and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see where they were going.

And then Christopher began to whistle and a light turned on in one of the rooms. Epiphany was led into that room and came face to face with Cassius. He'd been hung upside down with his hands and feet taped up. His left eye was swollen shut, shaded in dark plum purple and blue. His right eye was completely gorged out, by the looks of it…he'd been burned. "Actually, I shouldn't have said to kill for me. It's for you, a gift." he chuckled, "I thought the unmarked SUV was the fed tailing you but turns out it's this sorry looking Hijo de puta."

Epiphany cried as she looked at her ex-lover in horror. Sure, he was fucking vile. And everyone eventually would die. But, she couldn't take a life. "Chris, no. Please no, I can't." She weeped.

Christopher tilted his head back and inhaled deeply before he slowly straightened up and eyed her, "You will." he swiveled the gun around his finger and then offered it towards her. "He's your problem and you gotta get rid of em'. "

"You think he's gonna let you go? A girl like you…" his eyes trailed her body from top to bottom in admiration with a sinister smirk, "Ain't easy to let go."

"Someone will come looking for him!" She protested, "He's well connected in Vegas, his parents own everything."

"He ain't shit but a bootleg con artist. A janky ass car salesman at best." Christopher revealed with a dismissive tone. He then grasped her jaw in his hand with a gentle touch. Once Epiphany looked in his eyes, he leaned his head down and whispered "Do it. You don't gotta worry bout nothing else, I'll handle it. I take care of what's mine." His tone was reassuring.

"And I'm yours?" She sniffled with a flustered, wet face.

"Only if you wanna be." He rasped as he laid the gun firmly in her hand.

Breathing in deeply, She held it with two hands. Christopher switched from being beside her to standing behind her. His hands laid over hers as he steadied her arms up. His feet nudged her legs open and pushed one of her feet forward.

"Come on mamitá, show me how much you want this." She could feel his warm breath in her ear, a gentle caress of his nose nudging at the side of her earlobe. "Make me proud."

Her head hurts so bad, her chest aches as the vile metallic taste jumbles up in the back of her mouth. Christopher, Rio was all that they said he was but worse. But, she wanted him. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to keep making her feel seen, wanted, cared for, and maybe even loved. Cassius was right. She couldn't function in a world without being taken care of. Not because she lacked the skill set or had any type of disability holding her back. No, it was because she didn't want to. Her hands gripped the base of the gun. Its heavyweight in her small hands felt as though she was holding someone's heart in her hands. And in a way she was. She was holding someone's lifeline.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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The Wager

Mayans MC Masterlist

Based on this post by @darklydeliciousdesires

Contains: Fluff, consent and negotiation, smut (oral sex, F receiving, fingering, P in V, MFM threesome, aftercare.)

5.8K words

Angel and Manny have a bet, you get to be the one decide who wins.

"You eat ice cream like a child, look at your face Angel." You took your serviette and wiped his face, "and you, I expected better for you Emmanuel."

Manny shook his head, "what, ice cream is good, if you don't get your face all wet, you haven't done a good enough job."

Angel chuckled, "he's right you know, messy is best."

You shook your head, "and now we're not talking about ice cream, I can't take either of you anywhere." The three of you had been back and forth like this for weeks, sometimes, it felt like friendly ribbing, other times, it felt like an invitation.

"Are we wrong?" The smugness in Manny's voice was painful.

"I bet you say that to all the girls and when it comes to it you're whining after five minutes."

They looked at each other, "you wanna see for yourself corazón?"

You glared at Angel, "no, I do not, now finish your ice cream."

****

"Where's y/n?" Manny looked around the room, expecting to see you at the bar nursing a beer.

"On a date, she said he seems nice." Angel didn't sound impressed, "we still have a score to settle man."

Manny huffed, "no, we don't. I'm pretty sure the noise from my dorm last night made it clear that I'm the better man."

Angel shook his head, "bullshit, she's been into you since you arrived, how do you know she wasn't faking."

Manny chuckled, "oh, trust me, she wasn't faking." Something from the corner of his eye pulled his attention away, "looks like the date went south."

Angel took in your pissed off expression as you walked over to the bar and took a beer off one of the girls, "yeah, it looks that way." He waved you over and you headed towards them, plonking yourself on the chair with a huff.

"How did it go?" Manny's tone was friendly.

You sighed, "it was shit, I'm never going on another date again."

"Oh no, what happened?" Angel was the one being smug this time.

"We ordered, the conversation went to the bill, one thing led to another and he went on and on about how he doesn't go down because only weak and submissive men do that. I never even brought up sex."

Manny huffed, "bullshit, I mean.."

You cut him off, "I don't want to hear it dude, just let me wallow in my misery for the night."

Manny raised his hands with a slight smile, "alright, I'm not going to say a thing." You wished you could believe him, but how he and Angel looked at each other made you think differently.

****

They approached you the next day when you can by the metal yard to drop something off, the way they were acting had you very suspicious, "what? What the fuck do to two of you have planned?"

Angel smiled, "we have a.." He thought for a minute, "a small rivalry between and we think we could settle it."

"Yeah, and it would also solve your man problem." Manny had his head tilted at that angle that showed off his perfect face and it was making you kinda mad.

You exhaled, "let's hear it, you won't shut up otherwise."

Manny smiled, "we have a bet going on who's better in bed and we can't find a winner, you can't find a winner full stop, I suggest we help each other."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "and how will that work, if you need me to settle a bet then we need rules and it needs to be fair."

Angel smiled, "you get comfortable and we handle the rest."

You shook your head, "no, because whoever loses will blame it on which turn they had, or the other guy sabotaging it."

They looked at each other, still determined, "fine, then we take turns on different days." Manny seemed so sure of himself.

"Then the loser will accuse the winner of cheating." You were half hoping one of them would come up with a solution.

"That's an easy fix, the other guy watches." Angel said it like he was talking about baking a cake, and you were sure now that they had planned every single detail.

"No, as much as I think it would be fun, I don't want things to turn bad between any of us. I like you guys, you're my friends, and I don't want to ruin our friendship or worse, drive a wedge between you two. So no, you're going to have to find someone else to settle your bet."

You went to walk away but Manny stopped you, "we had a feeling you'd say that but we've already talked about it and agreed that if shit gets weird, we'll stop. We want to do it for you and we promise, it won't have any impact on our friendship."

You sighed, "my place, how does Saturday sound?"

Angel smiled so wide his face must have hurt, "Saturday's great, we'll bring the food."

You blinked, "wow, you're going to feed me too, I am one lucky woman."

Manny leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, "oh, we're going to do more than feed you."

****

"Shoes please boys, Manny already gets a point for not needing to be asked."

Angel kicked his shoes off with a huffed, "I brought your favourite dessert, do I get a point for that?"

"Sure, but it's a pity point that doesn't bode well for you."

Manny was far smugger than first impressions let on, "I think this is going to go my way."

You tried to take the food from them but they stopped you, "nope, Querida, this is all about you. We can get the food, we know where your plates are."

You sat at the table about waited, it didn't take more than a few minutes for them to return from the kitchen with everything ready to go, "who's going first?"

Angel raised his hand, "I am."

You nodded, "and why is that?"

He smiled, "I'm older by three months."

"Yeah, he's got to go home early and have his prune juice before he goes to bed."

"Be nice, or I'll take your point away from you Mister."

He chuckled, "sorry, it doesn't matter, I get to go last so I'm fresh in your mind when you make your choice, Angel's at a real disadvantage."

"Nah, you'll have to measure up to me, you're the one at a disadvantage."

You sighed, "fighting will also lose you points, be good or I'm going to enjoy my meal then have fun all by myself."

Manny's eyebrows wrinkled, "how does this point system work anyway, it seems pretty arbitrary."

You smiled, "that's for me to know and you to find out."

****

You were all sitting on the couch watching TV after dinner, trying to figure out where to start.

"So, these are my thoughts about it. I want you both to stay the night, my bed is big enough for all three of us, I want to kiss, and condoms are mandatory."

They were smiling from ear to ear, then Angel's hand was on your thigh, "would you like to go to your bedroom?" You stood up and held your hands out for them to hold then led them into the bedroom.

You pointed to a chair in the corner, "well, that's your spot Manny, we should get to it."

Manny shook his head, "we realised that sitting and watching from a distance would give me an unfair advantage and you said it yourself, the bed is big enough for all three of us."

"How is you sitting on the bed any different?"

Angel stepped closer, his hand coming up to hold our waist, "we've agreed between ourselves that there's nothing wrong with the other guy lending a helping hand, a kiss here and there isn't going to change the results."

"Oh boy. Ok, we're doing this." You looked up at Angel and he closed the distance while Manny came behind you.

One of Angel's hands held your waist while the other came to stroke your cheek, "can I kiss you?"

You swallowed, "yes, yes you can kiss me, both of you can." Angel's lips were brushing yours before you could say more, it was soft, close to teasing, he finally sealed his lips to yours when Manny's found your neck.

You went to unbutton your top but Manny reached around your body and stopped you, taking your hands in his and rubbing them, "hey, let us do that." He dropped your hands and picked up where you left off, Angel breaking the kiss to look at your body as Manny's hands revealed it.

Angel's silence had you worried, "are you disappointed?"

He blinked, "fuck no, I just waiting to wake up from this wet dream."

Manny chuckled behind you, "he's right you know, you are perfect." You fought the urge to hide your face as you turned your head and pulled Manny into a kiss while Angel started to press his lips down your body. Your jeans went next, Angel kissing over every inch of skin he could reach. Manny pulled your head to the side with one hand so he could return his lips to your neck while the other undid your bra.

When Manny went to get his hand on your breast, Angel slapped his hand away, "wait your turn bro, we agreed to help each other not join in."

You giggled, "isn't that the same thing?" You reached out and started on Angel's top, removing it then going his jeans, "you too please, I'm feeling a little underdressed." Manny rushed to get naked and you barely had time to appreciate his lean muscle before Angel demanded your attention.

Angel huffed and pulled your panties off then pointed to the bed, "I have a bet to win, go get comfortable." Manny followed you, lying on his side as you settled on your back, and you could see his hard cock tenting his tight black boxers.

"You never answered by question." They looked at each other a chuckled but never followed up.

Manny's hand found your cheek as he pulled your attention away from Angel, "you're still talking, if this was my turn you'd already be begging."

"Begging? Don't worry corazón you won't need to beg me for anything, hell, I'll beg you for it." Angel was lifting your legs over his shoulders slowly and by the look on his face, something was about to happen.

You bit Manny's lip and waved your hand towards Angel, "I don't have a comment about that but I do find begging undignified, you couldn't get me to beg if you tried, either of you."

There was a charge in the air after you said that and you could feel the unspoken agreement they made between themselves. Angel's hand ran over the tops of your thighs, "you ready? You can tell me to stop at any time."

You nodded, "go for it."

Angel smiled, "I'm going to have so much fun." Manny took your face in his hands as Angel's tongue went from your entrance to your clit in one long, broad stroke and swallowed your gasp.

You felt Angel replace his tongue with his thumb as he lifted his head, "she tastes amazing, you say the word corazón and I'll kick him out and I'll have you all to myself."

Before you could respond, his mouth was back on you as you wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, "oh my God."

Manny chuckled, "that good ay, or have you just never had a man give you what you deserve?" You flopped your head onto the pillow and relaxed into the mattress as Angel slid two of the long, thick fingers inside you and Manny's hand brushed your skin.

"I can't talk right now." You couldn't decide what felt better, Angel's chuckle or his fingertips on your G-spot.

"That's alright, Angel might be hopeless but I don't think he's so hopeless that you need to give him detailed instructions. Me? You won't need to tell me a thing, I'm just that good."

There was another chuckle from Angel but he didn't move to say anything. You beckoned Manny for another kiss and he smiled against your lips as you got closer, "she's close bro, you better make the most of it because the way I see it, you're already losing."

Angel wrapped one of his substantial arms around your legs and pulled your body as close to his mouth as he could, you barely had time to warn him before you were arching off the bed and contracting around his fingers.

Manny swallowed your moans like he was starving and Angel showed no signs of letting as his fingers worked you open. Manny smiled as your legs started to twitch when you started climbing again, "and you're a twitcher, you are spoiling us."

"Oh fuck you Emmanuel, you are a smug…" Angel didn't like that he didn't have your undivided attention and was intent on fixing that, he did something with his tongue that had your vision whiting out as you flew headlong off the cliff.

"That's two, you think he can get another one out of you." You struggled to answer and Angel lifted his head without removing his fingers, in fact, he doubled his efforts.

"What do you need pretty girl?" Angel's tone was soft while Manny touched you gently and you couldn't tell whether he was trying to steal your words or help you find them.

"Whatever you want."

He smiled, "alright then." His head dropped back and he seemed determined to prove a point. You reached towards Manny and ran your hand down his hard chest and tried to slide it into his boxers but he stopped you.

"Another time Querida, this is about you." His hand moved to your face as you felt another orgasm arise. He looked into your eyes as you came, a small smile gracing his face, "there you go, he's doing a pretty good job, isn't he?"

You nodded, trying to stammer out a reply, "I feel empty."

Manny looked at Angel, his face full of mischief, "yeah Angel, she feels empty. Are you going to do something about that or are you going to leave it to someone who knows what they're doing?"

Angel dropped your legs off his shoulders and kissed his way up your body to your mouth, the kiss deep and full of passion as he pressed his lips to yours, "where are the condoms?"

"Top drawer." Angel reached across while you turned your head and kissed Manny, his moan filling you with warmth.

"You do taste good." The sudden realisation that Manny could taste you off your lips from Angel's kiss had you desperate for more.

Angel tearing open the condom box pulled your attention away, tapping his leg with your foot as he went to open the packet with his teeth. "Let me do it." You took it off him and opened it as he dropped his boxers, "oh, ok then."

Angel smiled, "don't worry, I'll go slow." His breath caught in his throat as you rolled the condom down his shaft. He crawled on top of you have hovered over you, waiting for you to give consent.

"Please."

Manny snorted, "you gonna deny her man?"

Angel shook his head as he lifted your legs over his waist, "hell no." He ran his cock up and down your slit and you turned to Manny with imploring eyes, hoping that Angel might stir to action if he didn't have your attention.

"He's being me……" You couldn't finish your sentence as Angel slid slowly inside you pausing to let you adjust to his ample size. Manny rushed to remove his boxers and his hand wrapped around his cock, "I feel like I'm neglecting you."

He kissed you again, then Angel gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your lips to his, millimetres away from kissing you, "I keep saying this is about you. If you keep this up I'll make sure you're sorry."

He closed the distance and you were too busy enjoying Angel's lips on yours to reply and Angel started to rock his hips slowly, his moan filling the air as he pulled back, "shit mano, you are really in for it, it's like the wettest warmest hug….fucken hell."

"Hey man, if you can't last I'm not going to judge you, she's something else and I haven't even gotten to touch her yet." You whimpered as Angel brushed your G-spot and Angel turned to Manny with a hard look on his face.

"You don't stand a fucking chance bro." He grunted and shifted his weight onto one forearm so he could reach down between you and rub your clit.

"Angel, I…" He pressed his lips to yours, his beard scratching your skin.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me. You can let go, I'm here." You were powerless to resist and Angel buried his face in your neck while Manny captured your lips with his.

This was one slow, the warmth spread from your core and up your spine and filled your body with pleasure. Angel chuckled and hurried his hips, ramming himself inside you while you tried to twitch away, "don't run Querida, he just wants to make you feel good."

You gasped as Angel doubled his efforts, pushing you over the edge one last time before you felt him pulse inside you. Manny grunted and you turned your head just in time to see him reach bliss before Angel's weight fell on you as he caught his breath.

"That was really good."

Manny chuckled, his voice slow, "just really good?"

Angell chuckled and rolled off you, pulling off the condom and dropping it into the wastebasket before going to get up, "I'm just going to get something for the mess, you guys wait here."

Manny waved his hand and stood up, "let me do it, you guys stay here." Manny walked towards the bathroom and you rest your head on Angel's chest while you waited.

"Did you have fun?"

You sighed, "I did." Manny returned and threw the towel at Angel who took his time to clean up the mess he made, chuckling as you flinched away from him. "Sorry corazón."

Manny settled in next to you and ran his hand up and down your arm while Angel got rid of the cloth before taking his place on the other side. "Did everyone have fun?"

Angel huffed, "shouldn't we be asking you that?"

You shook your head, "I feel like I should have done more."

Manny chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I told you to stop that, you are fast on track to getting your ass spanked before we do anything together."

You turned to Angel who raised his eyebrows, "I agree with him corazón." You sighed and rolled onto your side facing Angel while Manny pressed his chest to your back and Angel pulled you into his arms.

"Goodnight gentlemen."

Manny's lips press to your shoulder while Angel's pressed to your forehead, "goodnight y/n."

****

"Morning." You rubbed your face and sat up then felt two sets of hands running up and down your back.

You kissed both of them, Angel then Manny and then got up, "who wants pancakes?"

They both smiled, "I'll take that as a yes, there are spare stuff in the bathroom, I'll get the food ready while you two start the day."

You sat down from breakfast and then they left, still smiling like little boys, they both said they would keep in touch through the week and you had a feeling the rivalry would only get worse until you could settle in next Saturday.

****

They messaged you everyday, it went from one on one to a group chat and then the group chat when from civil conversation to you telling them to not to fight. Needless to say, you were excited.

****

The knock on your door had you jumping up to open it, they were early. You opened the door with a smile, "I thought we agreed that you'd be over here at seven, it's only five."

Manny lifted some shopping bags and Angel sighed, "he wanted to cook for you." They walked in and tossed off their shoes then headed to the kitchen. You walked in planning to help but Manny waved you off.

"Go soak in the tub, we're fine to cook."

You sighed, "please don't burn my house down. Also, this doesn't count towards anything, I don't want Angel to feel bad because he bought take out and you decided to cook."

Angel smiled, "don't worry, I don't feel bad at all, I think I came off better in the end anyway, and now I'm getting a home cooked meal? I'm a lucky guy."

You paused before leaving for the bathroom and stood in the of the room and slowly removed your clothes while looking back and forth at them stark naked, "well, I'm going to go enjoy my bath, you kids have fun." You felt their eyes on your ass as you walked away, smiling to yourself when you heard them whispering to each other.

You enjoyed the warm water until there was a knock on the door, Angel's voice floating through the air, "it's ready when you are."

You stepped out of the tub and dried off, then dressed and headed into the dining room, "wow, this smells and looks amazing, what did you make?"

Manny smiled, "penne ala vodka with a garden salad."

Everyone sat down and you tucked in, "wow, I'm impressed, I really hope you measure up in the bedroom because if you don't I'm going to be very disappointed."

Angel chuckled, "he won't, but don't worry corazón, I'll make sure you don't go to sleep unsatisfied."

You shook your head, "Angel, be nice."

Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, be nice."

You slapped Manny on the shoulder, "I know you're younger than him but we both know you're more mature, I expect better from you."

Manny smiled turned heated, "and you're going to get it."

****

You skipped watching TV this time and headed right for the bedroom after dinner and dessert were over. You stood back in the same position in the middle of the room and waited for Manny to act. Unlike Angel, Manny waved his hands for Angel to sit on the bed and then circled you like a hungry animal.

His fingertips grazed your cheek as his hand drifted towards you night shirt then he flicked the buttons open. Your eyes drifted to Angel and you watched as he licked his as Manny slowly undressed you.

He took his time touching you as each item of clothing was removed, his eyes racking over your skin, "are you going to do anything man or are you just going to look at her?"

Manny huffed, "unlike you, I want to savour this vision before I drive in, you should take note."

Angel shook his head, "aren't you feeling frustrated? You were happy for more right away last week."

"Be quiet Angel, if y/n doesn't like something she knows she can tell me." Normally people talking about you like you weren't there would piss you off but there was something about the way they were playing off against each other that was hot.

When you were in nothing but your panties, Manny slid his hand between your legs and stroked you through the fabric, "I don't know what Angel's going on about because you are soaked."

"Lose the underpants and go lay on the bed." You did as he asked, and Manny was close behind you, his lips brushing your shoulder as you reached the edge of the bed. Angel moved to lay next to you, his eyes stuck on your breasts as Manny's hand ran up your legs from your ankles to your thighs.

His lips followed after he kneeled on the bed, paying extra attention to the sensitive spots he noticed when you were with Angel. You thought he would start right away but his lips bypassed your core and he made his way up to your lips. He brought you into a kiss, it was slow and deep, his nose brushing yours as he went.

Manny turned his attention to Angel briefly, "hold her leg up?"Angel smiled and sat up, reaching over to grab your leg and hold you open for him. Manny's lips never left yours as his hand trailed down your body and to your centre, his fingers collecting wetness from your entrance before landing on your clit.

You gasped and Manny smiled against your skin, pulling back to smirked at Angel, "sorry man, I've been leaving you out."

Angel shrugged "I'm fine with just watching, she is beautiful from this angle." Angel got his chance when Manny started to kiss down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your neck. You reached your hand out and placed it on Angel's cheek while he leaned in to kiss you.

The angle was a little strange but Angel seemed happy to twist himself around in order to deepen the kiss. Manny huffing as his hand moved your from leg to your face, "dude, can't you just do this one thing for me?"

Angel pulled away from you with a chuckle, "just throw her legs over your shoulders bro, unless you're too lazy."

Manny shook his head, "nah, I figure if you hold her leg she won't twitch as much."

You sighed, "I don't know but I think that might be cheating Emmanuel, just a bit."

Angel smiled, "yeah Emmanuel, that's cheating."

Manny shook his head, "you're really asking for it now Querida." He lifted your legs over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your leg, angling it so it was hard for you to move away. Then he smirked up at you and drove in like a man possessed. Angel laid down and placed his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes as your vision blurred from pleasure.

"I can't tell which is my favourite, watching her face and making her cum. What do you think Manny?"

Manny's thumb replaced his mouth as he raised his head to answer his friend, "here, you were underselling it when you told me this was heaven because I'm pretty sure you're right."

Your eyebrows wrinkled and Angel smiled, "what, you think we didn't talk about it nonstop after we left? The other guys might not know what's going on but we haven't been able to stop talking about it."

"He's right, I think I'm going to be reliving this till the day I die."

You smiled, "you know Manny, Angel didn't talk anywhere near as much, considering his mouth was busy elsewhere." Manny shook his head with a huff.

"Alright then." He made eye contact with you as he slid two fingers inside you and wrapped his lips around your clit, Angel taking advantage of your parted lips to pull you into a searing kiss.

All the buildup served its purpose and you felt yourself approach the edge as Manny found your G-spot and made quick work bringing you closer to the end. You reached down to push him closer but the lack of hair made it hard and Manny chuckled.

"Is he being mean to you?" Angel's tone was filled with affection.

"Yes."

Angel shook his head, "good." You blinked and tried to make sense of his response but he leaned in and kissed you again, "if he's mean then I might get the chance to win."

That seemed to spur Manny to action because his arm unwrapped from your leg and then his forearm was holding you down as his fingers pressed your sweet spot and his tongue brought you right to the edge. You gasped as it hit you, Manny's arm pushing down harder as he rode out the buck of your hips.

"Oh my God." Angel shook his head took your hand in his.

"Is he making you feel good?" Manny hadn't stopped working you past the post orgasm sensitivity and into another while you tried to close your legs, "I'll take that as a yes."

You were expecting Manny to stop but he didn't and you went to shove him away but he grabbed your hand like a viper, "I'm not done yet, you know what to say if you want me to stop."

Your breath quickened as he went right back to where he left off, there was something about what he was doing that it your whole body feel like it was on fire and then you were falling again.

"Please, I can't." Manny chuckled against you, seemly feeling merciful as he pulled away and started to kiss your inner thigh.

"What do you want?" It was taking a lot for you to reply.

"He asked you a question y/n."

You swallowed and tried to get the words out, "I want you inside me." Manny smiled, his lips moving over your hips and then your stomach and then your breast and finally your cheeks and your lips.

"Are your condoms in the same place?"

You nodded, "why are you both still clothed?" You had never seen Angel move so fast, he was naked before you could blink, on the other hand, Manny took his time, smirking as your eyes followed his hands as he undressed.

Your eyes were stuck on his cock as he pushed his boxers down, he and Angel were about the same size, equally as big and Manny smiled, "you still want this?"

You nodded aggressively, "yes please."

Manny chuckled and got a condom then placed it between his index and middle finger and wiggled it, "you want to put it on me or do you trust me enough to do it?"

You sighed and sat up, taking the packet from him, "I'm not the one who tried to open it with my teeth, you're just being difficult now."

You opened the condom and slid it over his cock then laid back down with a sigh, "please, go for it."

Manny smiled and shook his head, "with pleasure."

Unlike Angel, he only lifted one leg over his hip as he slid inside you, "holy fuck."

Angel chuckled, "see what I mean? You've talked a good game all week but now that you're in my position you get it."

You shook your head, "Angel, don't tease."

Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, don't tease." Despite the attitude, his tone was tight, almost shaky.

Manny moved his hips slowly, rocking into you while making sure to brush your G-spot with each stroke.

You whimpered as he picked up speed, Angel's grunt pulling your attention away. His hand was wrapped around his cock and when you reached out to lend him a helping hand, Angel stopped you, "we've been over this, relax and enjoy yourself, this is about you."

You went to protest but Manny kissed you hard, "if you keep this up I'm going to get Angel to hold you down and then you won't be able to do anything." Manny grunted when you clenched around him, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Before you could respond, he was yanking you down the bed to make room for Angel, "hold her wrists." Angel moved in a rush, the hand that was resting on your cheek going to encompass your wrists in a solid grip.

"Thanks bro." Manny reached one hand down to rub your clit and Angel smiled.

"Don't mention it, I can tell how much she liked it. Unless we're reading you wrong?"

You shook your head, "no, I like it."

Manny smiled, "we can tell." Manny's hips ramped up to full speed and your breath caught in your throat, "you're gonna cum for me again, aren't you? I can feel how hard you're squeezing me."

You nodded and his lips found yours, the fingers on your clit making tighter circles. You didn't have time to warn them before it hit you, Angel's hand tighten around your wrists as your back arched.

That must have done it for Angel and with a grunt he pressed his lips to yours as he came. Just like before, Manny didn't let up and no matter how hard you tried to twitch away, you couldn't, not that you really wanted to.

"Come on, just one more and then we can call it a night." It wasn't like he was going to give you a choice. It hit you fast, just as the other one was winding down and the noise got caught in your throat.

"There you go, good girl." Your head lolled to the side and Angel took the chance to press his lips to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. Manny pulled you away from Angel and buried his face in your neck as he came.

Manny rolled off you and disposed of the condom with a sigh, "so, who wins?"

You whimpered, "ask me again in the morning."

Angel chuckled, "you guys stay here, I'll go get something to clean up."

You rolled into Manny's arm and he stroked your cheek, "you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

Angel threw the damp cloth at Manny and climbed into bed next to you while Manny cleaned up.

"Have you been having fun?" Angel's voice was rough with tiredness.

"I have been, it's been great but we should really finish this conversation tomorrow with clear heads."

Manny disposed of the towel and took his spot opposite Angel , "we can talk about it in the morning, for now I think it's time we all get some sleep."

"Goodnight boys."

"Goodnight y/n."

****

You were up early the next morning, unable to sleep from nervous energy, Angel coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your body while you did the pancakes.

"Is Manny in the shower?"

Angel nodded, "yep, I'll help you finish. How are you doing?"

You smiled, "good, I'm doing good."

He smirked, "that's great. I can't wait for you to tell me I won."

You huffed, "go and sit down, this is almost done."

Manny came out of the bathroom just as you were bringing out the plates. Everyone sat at the table and you flopped down with a sigh.

"I can tell you can't wait any longer but I don't have a winner and that's what I wanted to talk about. I like you, both of you, like a lot and I'm worried that no matter who I chose it's going to change things. And I don't want that. What I want, is for this to keep happening."

They smiled, each one reaching out to grab one of your hands, Manny speaking first, "we'd like that too, it's all we've been talking about, we just had no idea how to bring it up."

You smiled, "really? You both want to share me?"

Angel nodded, "fuck yeah, you're a total catch, we gotta sweep you up before someone else does. I'm honestly kinda sick of EZ asking me if you're single."

Your smile widened, "after breakfast, I have some favours to return, you should eat up, you're going to need your strength."

You had never seen two men eat so fast in your life.

Fin

[westcoastcreative]

So F***in Sweet

Manny finally arrives to make good on his post-work plans with his wife — but she’s got a little teasing to do first.

(Part 1 of this: Yoga and Coffee on a Quiet Morning w/ Manny • Part 2 of this: On His Way)

Manny got home about 11:30, stepping quietly through the house to ensure Bella stayed asleep for them.

The light glowing onto the wood-floored hallway beneath the door of he and his wife’s bedroom and hint of marijuana smoke he smelled as he approached made his lips curl up in anticipation of the scene that awaited him on the other side.

He slowly shrugged his kutte off, folding and draping it over his forearm before reaching for the doorknob.

The slightest peek at his perfect front teeth couldn’t help but reveal itself when he caught sight of her.

A mint blue silk robe covered her arms and torso, one of his bongs nestled between her strong bare thighs. Her big mane of curls was freshly coiffed, still lightly streaked with subtle summer highlights though it was now deep into fall. Her brows were brushed up bushily, face clean of makeup and dewy from recently moisturizing.

He loved her like this and she knew it.

“Oh you think you funny, huh?” Manny’s strong voice stayed soft.

His wife tried not to smile the same way he was, pushing the joy that teasing her stoic biker husband brought her into a pinched sideways smirk as he stalked closer, setting his kutte down at the foot of the bed.

“You want one?” she lifted up the pipe, keeping her bright eyes on the surprisedly thrown off expression in his own dark, gorgeously set pair.

He ignored the invitation, coming to stand right in front of where she was seated on the bed. His jaw clenched before a low utterance gritted from between his mustached lips.

“I know I told you to be naked.”

His wife glanced up in wide-eyed apology, placing her lips around the bong, lighting it and sucking in the hit she’d set up as she continued to coyly feign a plea of forgiveness. Manny watched her blow the smoke to the side before setting the pipe on her nightstand and raising up on her knees to place her hands on his shoulders.

“I know you did. But I needed a bath after your call got me turned on and then I got myself a little… sticky.”

Manny couldn’t help but offer a bit more generous smile at that. “Mmm…” he nodded once.

His wife ran her fingers down the edge of the robe, opening it slightly when she reached her breast so Manny could see what she’d layered underneath it: a one-piece lace teddy in the same light greenish-blue shade.

“This was hanging in the closet waiting to be put on for this first time and I couldn’t resist,” she said, her lips inches from his, eyes maintaining her innocence.

“Right…” Manny brought a hand up to swipe two fingers inside one of the cups of the lingerie’s bra. “And it had to be a color that makes your skin glow like this, didn’t it?”

His wife giggled playfully in response, her chin lifting slightly and eyes squinting victoriously at how easily she could get him to soften.

Manny didn’t let her gloat for long, ripping the robe down off of her shoulders and inhaling her flowery scent as her small frame shook closer to him with the force of his movement.

“You always gotta look so fuckin sweet,” he growled against her lips.

She drew her hands up his neck and scratched into the short hair at the back of his head, humming softly. She could feel his tempered frustration pulsing just below the surface.

Manny inhaled steadily — bracing them both for what was about to follow — as his fingertips circled the apple of one of her naturally rose-blushed cheeks. The look in his eyes turned from patient to commanding.

“Now, this is the last time I’m gonna tell you, amorcita…”

His touch ran slowly from her face down her chest and stomach, stopping at her lace-covered slit. With a slightly vengeful pursing of his lips, he pulled his hand back to slap directly against her clit.

“Quitatela para papi.”

[bethsuglywigs]

Good Girls Tag Game

tagged by @mego42

When did you start watching Good Girls? 

I actually started watching Good Girls twice. The first time after S1 was already on Netflix, but before S2 premiered. I watched all of S1 and I liked it, but I wasn’t committed just yet. Then I came back to it probably around November or December 2019 because I stumbled across S2 on Netflix.

Why did you start watching Good Girls?

The first time was because I like Retta and I saw her in the autoplay trailer on Netflix. The second time was because I was bored and had nothing better to do. 

Who is your favorite character? 

Ruby ofc

What's your favorite ship? 

idiot x idiot 

Who is your favorite secondary character? 

Probs Mary Pat, followed closely by Rhea and Tyler

If you could give Beth one background detail what would it be? 

that she attended college for a year and that she’s always wanted to go back and finish her degree

If you could give Annie one background detail what would it be? 

that she and greg met through a dorky high school activity like being part of the school yearbook team

If you could give Ruby one background detail what would it be? 

she met stan through church

What's your favorite crime related moment or storyline? 

dean trying to get anyone and everyone to help him kill rio: the krav maga guy, the baby hitmen, stan 

What's your favorite personal moment or storyline? 

i really like stan and ruby’s storyline across all three seasons as they struggle to navigate ruby’s (and later stan’s) involvement with crime and its impact on their family and marriage 

Bonus: Add 3 characters in the hashtags for your tagged friends to play fuck, marry, kill! (or snog, marry, avoid!)

FMK: manbun Rio, quiff Rio, Manny Montana

Kill - quiff Rio: this man would get on my last nerve with his macklemore looking ass  

Marry - manbun Rio: this man plays soccer and goes to the farmers market. while he’s definitely also annoying, i think we can make it work 

Fuck - MM: the fact that he’s already married makes me think it won’t work out between us

tagging: you 

[royallyprincesslilly]

Hey hun 💗 Do you think you'd ever write Rio/Beth fanfic or Manny Montana RPF? He's just so damn hot 😍😍😍

Hey anon,

Hmmm. Rio x Beth probably not. I've never had an interest in writing character x character.

As for Manny x ofc 🤷🏾‍♀️

Rio x ofc is a strong possibility.

You're right, Manny is 🤤🤤 the BDE coming off of him 🥵. He plays Rio so well.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Twenty Four.

Well, folks. The end of the story is here. Thank you so, so much for being such a wonderful, engaging audience. I’m thrilled you enjoyed it! Right, let’s say bye bye to the little family, shall we? 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three

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Words - 2,231

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Tumbling bliss, hot caresses to her neck, his weight on top of her as his long, thick cock arrowed her deeply, her hands sliding down his back as her thighs tensed against him, his mouth pressing to hers in a searing kiss. “Mmm, I love you.”

“Love you, too.” More kisses followed this, Hannah feeling her heart bloom. Finally, she had everything she wanted, all under one roof. It had all arrived with her so fluidly, too. No fuss, no drama, just the swift enabling for Manny to exit his old life and move on with her. She’d awoken at several points in the night, around Lola’s stirring with her sore gums from teething, wondering if she was dreaming, reaching out for Manny.  

“I’m still here.” he’d comically grumbled into the pillows, before wrapping her in his arms as they’d mostly cat napped around their daughter’s squealing. They at least had twenty seconds to catch their breath after their morning sex session before she started up again.  

“Is that better, tiny girl?”  

Hannah snorted with laughter as Manny brought Lola into the bed, who was gumming on a carrot. “Why have you given her that?”

“Because her teething rings weren’t in the fridge, so I put ‘em in there and gave her this for now. Nice and cold, huh bubs?” Lola was very content, grinning as she drooled all over herself, beginning to giggle with delight as her daddy pulled ridiculous faces at her, those shrieking giggles of joy making her parents laugh hard.

“Is your daddy silly, little sweet? Is he?” Hannah cooed, Lola bringing the carrot back to her mouth, the cold vegetable relieving her sore gums, gurgling happily. With her mouth beginning to calm down, she began to nod, Hannah taking the carrot away, Manny resting her down between them as she drifted off again.  

“How’d we get so lucky to be here, huh?” His fond words made her beam, kissing his palm when he reached to stroke her cheek.  

“I think we’re owed it, something going our way, finding a path back to one another.” Her eyes were adoring as they found his, Manny’s hand moving to stroke circles at her neck.  

“Do me one thing?”

“What?” she asked.

“Never stop looking at me like that, not even for a second.” She leaned to kiss him, rubbing her nose against his softly.

“Never,” she promised. “Well, unless you irritate me, then you get the mean eyebrows.” He laughed at her playful scowl, kissing her again.  

“I still can’t believe it, that she was the one to call time on it,” he began, echoing back to the events of the previous night. “Well, actually I guess I can. If I’m honest, I had noticed her becoming a little distant with me. I guess she was working it all out in her head for a while, whether she really wanted to stay with me or not, and because of what I was heading into with you, I just didn’t realise fully to what extent. I still feel bad about it all. Regardless of everything to do with Lola, I shouldn’t have cheated on her. I ain’t ever done that to a girl before, I’m not that way inclined.”

Hannah nodded, understanding where he was coming from. She’d never, ever resorted to using Carmen’s own failings to justify hers, and she wasn’t about to start. Not one of them had behaved faultlessly in all of this. “Accepting our blame in this is growth, I suppose, no matter who walked out on who in the end, or why they did. Did she mention anything in her note about the wedding cancelling, if she’s doing it? If she isn’t, I can help you with that, if you like?”

He smiled, grateful of her offer. “I dunno, darlin’. I guess I should probably call her and check. I wanna see if she’s alright too, you know?”  

She could understand that; it was very indicative of his nature, regardless of the obvious. “Alright, no problem. So, do you just want to hang out and chill today? I don’t have any plans, I made myself completely available in the event of everything going poorly with Carmen, in case you needed a port in the storm.”  

“You wanna head out to eat? See how much of a mess the small person gets into with her mush?” Lola had just turned six months old, meaning that solid foods could be introduced. Mostly, she liked to introduce them to her parents, as they’d learned if they didn’t hold onto the bowl of baby food before her, Lola picking it up and launching it through the air, or upending it onto her head, all while laughing with glee.  

“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” Hannah agreed, getting up and beginning to gather the laundry, Manny grabbing Lola and going to get her breakfast while the bed linen was stripped. After heading down to the basement laundry room and throwing all of the clothes and linen in, she arrived back to see Manny feeding a reluctant Lola, who persisted in turning her head, fussing over her food.

“Oh come on, you liked this one!” he spoke, offering the spoon forth once more. Nope. “It’s strawberry oatmeal, it’s good stuff.” He took the mouthful himself, raising his eyebrow. “Yeah, bubs. If you don’t want it, imma eat it all.” At seeing him take a second spoonful, Lola suddenly decided that she did indeed want it, her mouth dropping open after making a little noise of complaint.

“I think you just found the way to make her eat when she doesn’t want to, pretend like you’re going to eat it all,” Hannah noted, moving into the kitchen. “You want a bagel?”

“Please,” he confirmed, cleaning off Lola’s gooey chin with the spoon. God, the simplicity of it. There he was, with his girl and his baby, enjoying a quiet Sunday morning, nothing niggling at the back of his mind, no cloud hanging over him. He was free to be what he wanted to be. All theirs.  

The smile didn’t leave his face all day.  

“Imma call my mom and ask her to look after Lola for a few hours tonight,” he spoke later that afternoon, after they’d finished lunch at the small, casual restaurant they’d visited. “I wanna take you out someplace, just us.”  

Hannah reached for his hand, leaning to kiss him. “That’d be great, where are going?”

He smiled, thumbs stroking her hands. “It’s a surprise.” It shouldn’t have been really, when at 7pm that evening, they pulled up outside the Locust and Fly. Right where they’d begun.  

“Well, no one can accuse you of not being sentimental,” she spoke, climbing from his bike, remembering it all so clearly in her mind, standing there fifteen and a half months earlier in her wedding dress, picking pins from her hair.  

Looking at the bar and then back at her, he winked. “Where’s a better place to continue than going back to where we began, huh?” She couldn’t agree more, taking his hand before they headed through the door. This time, of course, no one offered them congratulations on a marriage they hadn’t actually entered. Getting married was perhaps the furthest thing from their minds, and continued to be too, as the months together passed by. They wouldn’t get to at any point soon either, as it turned out.  

They’d been together for eighteen months when Hannah received the phone call that was to change their lives forever, Bishop’s voice down the line strained as he delivered the news.  

“Sweetheart, you need to get to the hospital. It’s Manny, he’s been shot.”  

Two in the chest, one in his hip and one in the stomach. How he’d hung on until reaching the hospital, nobody knew. How he’d survived the surgery, crashing twice as the doctors worked tirelessly to save him, nobody knew. It was even more miraculous that Hannah hadn’t gone into early labour with their second daughter from the stress of it, six months pregnant at the time, out of her mind with worry for the seven hours he’d spent on the operating table.  

Nobody saw the result of what had happened to him coming, either.  

“I can’t do it anymore, darlin’,” he revealed to Hannah, when he was awake and able to breathe on his own, his weak lungs burning with effort after the surgery to repair them. It took her a moment, to realise what he meant. “I can’t risk it, this possibly happening again. I love my brothers, I love my club, but I love you and our girls more. One ain’t even here yet, and she very nearly didn’t get to meet her daddy.”  

After months of painful, slow recovery, his decision was definitely made. The brush with death was simply too close for comfort for him. His brother’s understood, his decision to leave the Mayan’s behind more than amicable. It would never be anything less, since the bullets he’d taken had been because he’d stood in front of his president, saving Bishop’s life.  

“We’re good, Manny. We always will be. Just you come back and see us, you’re always welcome here.” he’d vouched, Manny taking off his kutte at the table and hugging each man who sat at it in turn, walking away from it, knowing exactly where his next destination was.  

Home.  

Manny, Hannah, Lola and baby Rosie, named after her much missed great-grandmother, who had passed away the year before, moved into Blackstone Ranch six months after the shooting, Ed quietly thrilled to have his family there with him, after months of insisting he was fine on his own after his darling Rosita had departed, not wanting his family to worry. “We need to make him feel like he’s doing us a favour, and not the other way around.” Hannah had spoken before Manny had approached him with the idea, her other half agreeing such was best.  

They all knew, though, that they were helping each other.  

“Come on, Hannah banana,” Manny called, leading out Ace to her, who since moving in had truly become her horse, Ed seeing how joyful she was whenever sat upon his back and gifting him to her. “Get that coffee drank quick, we got cattle to go drive in.”  

It was five thirty in the morning, and their children slept on, their live-in nanny Beverly on duty while the adults of the house set about their work. Hannah’s accounting business was still in existence, covering small businesses in and around her new home of La Paz County, as well as further afield with some of her old clients, but mostly her work consisted of helping with the horses while Manny and his grandfather saw to the cattle side of the ranch. Where bringing them in was concerned, though, she could never resist climbing aboard Ace and offering her help.  

“Alright, alright. Cool your jets.” Taking a final swig, she set the mug down next to the mounting block, climbing up the steps before jumping aboard her horse, giving him a good scratch on the neck while Manny returned to fetch Lyra, the last offspring of his beloved Midnight, the mare a little too old now to be ridden out for longer periods of time, her six-year-old now his daily four legged transport.  “I can’t get over how much she looks like Midnight. Even down to her mane.”  

Manny looked down at Lyra, patting her neck before gathering her reins up. “Yeah, don’t she? Ain’t quite as well behaved yet, but imma give her time. Just like Rosie and her sleeping through the damned night. I can’t wait until she starts following her sister.”  

The baby had kept them both awake multiple times the following night, of course still requiring regular feeding throughout. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to us having to virtually drag her out of bed, too.” she laughed, thinking of how now at two and a half, Lola loved to sleep. It was no irregular occurrence, to find her returned to her bed after she’d eaten breakfast. She never, ever fought against taking a nap. Neither did her mom and dad when the opportunity presented itself around their full-time work and raising her and her sister.  

Ed, Raymond, Ned and Simon all waited for them over by the paddock gate aboard their own steeds, the six riding off as the sun began to break over the horizon. Red and orange burst through the dark ink of the early morning, warming the Arizonan terrain with golden orange, Hannah turning to Manny and smiling.  

“That’s a big smile you got for me there, mamas,” he observed. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“I was feeling thankful,” she began, reaching for his hand after gathering the reins in her other. “Thankful that just under three and a half years ago, you decided to ride down All Saints Boulevard.”

“And found you, running in your wedding dress through the traffic, huh?” he laughed, squeezing her fingers in his. “Think I can ever talk you into putting on another again?”  

As she watched the sun begin to full rise, gilding his handsome face, her smile widened, winking at him. “Maybe. But if we don’t, then this is enough for me. You’re enough for me just as you are.”  

That was good enough for him.  

The End.  

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Seventeen.

Bloody hell, you guys got to those thirty notes quickly, didn’t you? Thank you so much for your engagement! I really love reading through all your comments, and I concur with you all, too. They’re bad, but I’m sorry, you will all be despairing of them for a while yet. But, that does mean to get smut, so I guess it evens out, doesn’t it? :D 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen

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Words - 1,734

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“All I’ve been able to think about all morning is coming up here and getting to watch this perfect fuckin’ ass bounce on me. Mmmmm, shit, darlin’.”

That deep grit of a groan, his voice gone to gravel entirely as he clutched her ass cheeks in a firm grip, releasing one to spank it hard, sent a bonfire of lust burning straight through Hannah, riding him reverse cowgirl on the couch during her work break. Some people chose a sandwich; she chose an outlaw with a nine-inch cock.  

An affair. To say it was anything less at that point, ten days after they’ve first had sex would be a complete lie. They had no idea where it was going, if anywhere at all, their mouths buttoned where actually communicating it with each other was concerned, focusing solely on the thrill of it.  

Because it was thrilling. Make no mistake.  

“How’d you want to finish?” she panted, looking back over her shoulder with a smouldering pout, winking at him. “Deep in my pussy, all over my tits, or in my mouth?”  

His eyes closed tightly for a second, his jaw twitching. God, she was such a temptress when she was getting fucked. He enjoyed it so much, the different parts that made up Hannah Gray. An elegant lady in business, a buddy on the couch with drinks and snacks while screaming at the football game on TV, and an absolute freak in the sheets.  

“In your mouth, so back that fine assed little pussy right on up here so I can make you cum in mine, too.” He grabbed her hips, towing her towards his face, his lips wrapping her soaking slit in a strong suck as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, spanking her again hard, her lily-white ass red from the handprints he’d left behind.  

He ate her like a starving animal, groaning the entire time, hand pounding her so hard combined with his cock rooted so deep in her throat, her eyes streamed, her hand cupping his balls as she felt glimmers rushing up her spine, a bolt of pure, white-hot and fever rich pleasure consuming her, his cock flooding her mouth a second later.  

That was Wednesday. On Saturday, with Lola staying over with her granny Val, Hannah at a loose end and Carmen away with her sister, Manny saw a surprise walk into the clubhouse at just gone 8pm.  

“Dude, the fuckin’ blonde who just walked up in here. Premium hottie, man,” Gilly spoke, giving Manny several digs in the side with his elbow.  

Manny turned, his grin widening when he saw Hannah there, looking gorgeous, dressed in all black other than the pair of deep pink heels upon her pretty feet. “Y’all need to chill, mano. That’s my baby mama.” Sliding from the barstool as she approached, he felt his heart racing. God, she was so effortlessly beautiful, her eyes accentuated with a smudge of dark kohl, her cheeks soft pink and glossy, the scent of her fluttering under his nose. Peonies.  

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”  

Hannah tilted her head back, her throat flexing in a way that made him want to immediately take a tour of her swan-like neck with his mouth. “Casablanca, huh?”

“Hell yeah. Bogart was a straight up G.” He looked her up and down, dark eyes burning through the feathery concealment of the longest eyelashes she’d ever witnessed, her pulse flickering rapidly. “So, what can I do for you tonight, Hannah banana?”  

She stepped closer, her hands reaching for his flannel, pulling him close, her lips ghosting the outer edge of his ear, sending a pleasant chill right through him. “I need you to take me somewhere, bend me over, and give me every last inch of that perfect cock.”  

He always did appreciate it when a woman got right to the point. “I think that can be arranged.” He nodded to the doors, Hannah taking the lead, his attention attracted by a nearby Angel and Lily, the latter letting out a piercing wolf whistle.  

“Quit it,” he warned through a burst of laughter.

“Make me!” she chirped, waving. “Hey, Hannah!”

“Hiya.” she called, waving back, a little embarrassed as the rest of the guys caught on, jeering, slapping tables, adding a few more choruses of whistles. They knew the score. No one walked in looking as smoking as Hannah had if all she wanted from the father of her child was a casual chat. 

Some might think it deplorable, to encourage Manny’s blatant cheating on his fiancée, but much like Hannah’s loved ones with Michael, none of them could stand Carmen. Also, they didn’t consider it their business to chastise him. He’d gotten himself into this, it was up to him to get himself out. 

Walking across the yard, Manny felt the blood rushing to his cock just from watching the smooth glide of her gait and the sensual roll of her hips, watching as she turned, biting her lower lip.

“So, where are we going?”

He didn’t reply in words, ducking down and throwing her over his shoulder, Hannah squeaking as he carried her in the direction of the office, rooting in his kutte pocket for his bunch of keys. The ache of arousal had her flooding her underwear before he’d even set her down on the other side, Manny kicking the door shut, his mouth upon hers as soon as she’d slid from his shoulder, impatient hands unfastening her tight, black jeans.  

Stealing his mouth from hers, he turned her roughly, yanking her jeans and undies to her knees before he pushed her down over the counter, pulling his cock free and bending to reach her, rubbing the head of his hardness through the warm silk of her slit.  

“Yeah, is that what you want?”  

Her breath hitched tight in her throat, sparks skittering through her clit as hard, hot heat rubbed over it. “Please, don’t tease me. Just fuck me.” Her mouth dropped open at feeling him slide into her fully, Manny realising the vast height difference would work against them, his hands grasping her hips and lifting her, holding her little body with ease as he began to thrust into her with long, firm strokes.  

It was ebullience dipped in raw lust, her fingers curling around the counter as she was shunted across it with the power of his cock hitting her summit again and again, her walls clenching around him, bathing him in the warm wet of her cunt, Manny watching his cock become slicker with every thrust, the lights from the yard providing just enough illumination to see her dew sparkling on his shaft, his short nails leaving crescents upon her hips as they dug in, his pounding merciless, torrid, exactly what she needed.  

Each snap of his hips had her mumbling in incoherence, choked pleas tumbling from her lips as he dragged the velvet clasp of her, hitting a spot deep within that lit her up, igniting her pleasure, his groans all smoke and rasp. His thighs tensed, his abs quaking as he felt her flutter around him, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her, hot ropes of cum flooding her quivering walls as her voice broke upon a shrill cry. Colours bloomed behind her closed eyelids, her light gleaming over the dark horizon of her lover, leaving her fighting for breath.

“Holy fuck,” he panted, resting his head between her shoulders.  

“Right?” she exclaimed, still dizzy from the burst of her orgasm. “We’re the best at sex.”

“Damned straight.” He put her down, sliding from within her with a slippery pop, fastening himself back into his jeans, Hannah noticing the restroom and going to make use. Once straightened out, she walked back to him, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her close, leaning to kiss her. “For making me cum so fucking hard, I feel like I’m about to pass out, let me get you a drink.”

“Alright, that’s fair,” she agreed. “Only one, though. I’m driving.” He nodded, walking back out and locking the office behind them, heading back into the clubhouse and a scene of complete hilarity, at the expense of one Coco Cruz.

“I swear to god, Jodie. If you get any of your baby soup on me, imma go ape shit!” he protested, Hannah witnessing the sight of Jodie walking up and down, stopping every so often with a pained face. She then moved to sit on his lap, bearing down with a grimace, Coco aghast as she laughed at his disgust. “EZ! Control your wife, homes!”

His friend shrugged, sipping his soda. “She’s gone four days overdue, she’s past the point of control now.”  

Hannah took her drink from Manny, reaching to touch a hand to Jodie’s shoulder as she heaved herself up again. “It’s Jodie, right?”

“Yes, hi!” she confirmed, giving her a little hug. “You’re Hannah, aren’t you?”

“I am, and I have advice. If you want your waters to break, get your man to take you home and straight to bed. I went overdue with Lola, and while I didn’t have anyone to do that for me, the other mothers who were in the maternity unit at the same time as I assured me that sex was a great way to speed things up. You having Braxton Hicks or anything?”

“I’ve been having contractions all afternoon, but they aren’t speeding up, or going away, so I think I am I labour opposed to them being false, but they told me to only come in if my waters break or they begin to become more regular. I’m tired, I’m uncomfortable and I just want him out now!”

Hannah nodded in understanding. “I hear you, girl. You feel like someone fed you three gallons of laxatives and sewed your butt up, right?”  

“Oh, yeah. That’s exactly it!” She then winced, her hands flapping. “Contraction.”

Grabbing her hand, Hannah reached to rub her lower back. “Breathe deep, in for six, out for eight, repeat. There you go.”  

Manny couldn’t help but notice it, how swiftly and seamlessly Hannah had blended into his world. The difference between her and Carmen was like night and day, and it wasn’t lost on him at all. Not even for a second.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Nineteen.

Woah, you guys are eating these chapters like chocolate! Thank you so much for your continued engagement. What a truly wonderful audience I have in all of you :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen

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“Damn, Hannah. Fuckin’... ahhhh, damn!” His groan was delivered on the cusp of a gasp, his abs shuddering as he came, his cock erupting in her throat as her lips gentled around him, releasing him with a little slurp as she swallowed, her tongue circling over his tight balls before kissing her way back up his sweat glistened body, looking very pleased with herself. She had every right to, he thought. “You’re too damned good at that, I swear.”

She was about to reply with something suitably seductive as she pushed up off his chest, stroking his pecs with her nails, her eyes suddenly widening. “Shit! What’s the time?”  

Manny frowned, grabbing his cell. “Eight fifty-six, why?”

Her hands were all of a flap as she jumped off the bed, running around in a panicked circle until she managed to locate her underwear. “Diaz Vs. Edwards fight! It starts in four minutes.” Manny was off the bed in a heartbeat, yanking a pair of sweats from the wardrobe and pulling them on. “Oh god, give me something to wear that won’t take time buttoning!” Hannah further panicked, picking up the shirt she’d been wearing, only to throw it down on the bedroom floor again just before a Raiders jersey hit her around the head.  

“There, go, go, go!” he hustled, both of them running from the bedroom. They were sitting down in front of the TV with beer and a very large, very hot bowl of popcorn with ten seconds to spare, both pissed they’d missed the pre-match, but reasoning that orgasms were a good enough trade.  

“No, no! Oh my god, don’t do that!” Hannah yelled, bouncing in her seat, Manny giving her an amused side eye, entertained greatly by how much she got into it. If it had been Carmen at his side, well... she wouldn’t have even been next to him, actually. She’d have been in the armchair across the room, filing her nails aggressively and complaining. He then mentally slapped himself for comparing the two women, reminding himself that what he was doing with Hannah, it might have made him happy, it might have felt right, but it was far from it.  

He was due to be married in six and a half months, and what was he doing? Screwing around. Hardly a glowing pre-requisite for married life. He knew that eventually, he’d have to call time on it, what he and Hannah had encroached into if he was ever going to make a go of it with his soon-to-be wife, but the thought of that suddenly left him feeling a little short of breath.  

Things with Carmen at that point were still a little strained, Manny noticing that she’d been behaving a little absently of late, mostly throwing herself into her work, still not budging where Lola was concerned, and acting a little cooler around him, too. He mostly put it down to wedding stress, because he didn’t think for one moment that she’d found out about him and Hannah. There would have been much noise and violence if she had.  

“Hey, what’s with the face?” Her foot softly nudging his thigh brought him out of it, Hannah frowning a little as she sipped her beer, trying to enjoy it even though it wasn’t her preferred drink. It was very cold, though, which would suffice.  

He shook himself a little. “Nothing, I just had a horrible feeling I left my bike keys at the club.”

“Nah, you didn’t. I noticed them in the bowl in the kitchen earlier,” she confirmed, stretching her legs before curling them back under herself, her hand shovelling in a mouth full of popcorn she began shouting through as she ate. “Yes, yes! Oh, that was an insane hook! Come on, finish him!”  

“Damnit, hush your volume! You’ll wake the kid,” he laughed softly, poking her in the thigh. She saw his point, quietening her verbal exclamations, but her seat bouncing persisted.

“Duly noted.” She turned to him and smiled, Manny feeling the all too familiar experience of his heart fluttering when she did. Oh, lord. He was in trouble, and he knew it. It was something that he lay there thinking on later that night, while Hannah slept soundly at his side.  

He might have loved Carmen, but life with her was hard, harder than it should have been. With Hannah, it was effortless. Sure, they sometimes got into it over the baby, both being a little stubborn in their slightly differing parenting approaches, but it was quickly resolved, because both had the maturity to listen, instead of storming off. From the outside, it appeared to be a no brainer, Manny becoming close with the mother of his child again, finding himself happiest when she was around. Inside, though, it wasn’t so simple.  

Beneath everything, he felt trepidation over giving up a future with Carmen for someone who could be as impulsive and flighty as Hannah, regardless of how he felt about her. After all, it was how she’d first come into his life. He knew she was a lovely, down to earth girl, but he felt a very genuine fear over ending his engagement to seek out a relationship with her, because if it all blew up, then the last thing he wanted was for them to have acrimony between them, for Lola’s sake.  

Bringing it to her, actually having a conversation to her would have been the logical thing. The side of him that selfishly wanted to have his cake and eat it while locking away reality in the back of his mind, though, well, it won out.  

“I have to say, this is a much more pleasant way to wake up than having the baby howling at me,” Hannah mumbled, gasping at the feeling of her clit being sucked upon softly.  

“Best damned breakfast in the world.” Mmm, still sleepy, but very horny Manny. Her favourite kind, his voice all thick and raspy with sleep, and his intent to have her mindless with the skills of his mouth.  

“Oh, oh my god, oh!” she cried out, her abs juddering as his tongue beat over her bud fast and hard, the gleam of her undoing beginning to illuminate, like the dawn light gilding the dark clouds of night. He worked her right to the edge, sitting up and plunging his cock into her, feeling her come undone around him as he railed her into the bed.  

“Goddamn, you make me wanna fuck another baby into you. Fuck that fucking IUD.” he panted, his mouth landing on hers, the sentiment spoken before he’d even had chance to process that it probably wasn’t something he should have said at all. She had no words in reply to that statement, so just kissed him, but his words, they were on her mind for the rest of the day, whirling around in her head. Meeting everything else she had on her mind, they made for a surprising revelation later that afternoon.  

“Mom, I think I’m in love with Manny.”

Jackie all but choked on the sip of iced tea she spat back into the glass. “Um, I beg your pardon?”  

Hannah sighed, bouncing Lola on her lap as they sat in the shade of her parent’s lush garden. “Yeah, I’m in love with him, which is impossible, given the circumstances.”

“Well, not impossible, but definitely a no-go since he’s engaged to that other girl, what’s her name, Karen?”

“Carmen,” she corrected, chewing her lip nervously. “About that. Erm, we’ve been...” she made a circling motion with her hand, raising her eyebrows.  

Jackie caught the gist. “You haven’t!”

“We have,” she confirmed.

“Oh, I wish this iced tea was the Long Island variety right about now,” Jackie cried quietly, resting her head against her hand, cringing gently. “What am I going to do with you, huh? Getting yourself into these situations. When are you going to grow out of it? Forty? Fifty? Never?”

“I know you’re disappointed in me, I’m sorry,” Hannah began, Jackie cocking her head a little, her smile as kind as her eyes.  

“What did I always tell you kids? You make good choices. Most of the time you do, but when it comes to men, oh, my love,” she paused, shaking her head, “you’re an absolute effing disaster.”

Jackie often wondered if it was the fault of her and Rob, neither being even close to disciplinarian in their raising of their kids. They didn’t let them run wild by any means, but took a much more sedate approach than others. She then reasoned that neither Steve nor Jack had such poor impulse control. This was very Hannah specific.

“What do I do?”  

Jackie’s reply was immediate and succinct. “Tell him.”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m just a bit of fun to him?”

“Then really, is a man cheating on his fiancée any great loss, if he’s doing it because he can, and not because he’s realised he’s in love with you too?”  

She made a very good point, Hannah had to give her that.

In her silence, Jackie continued. “If it is the former, then like I say, no great loss. As long as he continues being as much of a good father to Lola as you tell me he is, then that’s all you need to consider. I’m going to urge you to do the right thing here though, Han. Stop this affair, or whatever it is, until you both talk about it, where it’s going, if it’s going anywhere, and keep it ceased until he extracts himself from his relationship with Carmen, if that is what he chooses to do in light of your revelation.”

She began to nod, rocking Lola when she started to fuss. “You’re right, everything you’ve said makes perfect sense. It can be really simple, if I choose that, rather than making it difficult. I don’t want it to be difficult, especially when I’m off to Arizona with him for a long weekend next week, so Lola can meet her great-grandparents.”

“Then there you go,” Jackie shrugged, smiling as she shielded her eyes from a beam of sun that had moved into their shade. “Get everything smoothed and sorted by then.”  

Hannah was resolute with herself to do exactly that. That was, until she saw him again three days later, collecting Lola from his, seeing him soothing their crying baby.  

“Ain’t nothing to fuss about, tiny girl. Come on, it’s alright.” He raised her up, beaming at her, Lola beginning to grin through her tears. “I love you so much, even when you’ve been giving me hell all night, yes I do.”  

Would voicing it ruin it all, she wondered? Would keeping quiet? She just didn’t know. She felt even more unsure after Manny put his arm around her, closing the door of the kitchen so Carmen couldn’t see him place a kiss atop her head. One thing she did know clearly, was what it meant to feel her heart flutter like it did whenever he was near.  

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Runaway - Chapter Four.

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His mouth rained kisses upon her, lips pressing a bonfire of heat against her skin, tongue wetting trails upon her chest, her arms, her hands, sucking her fingers, teeth nipping, his short beard grazing over her, the culminative effect making her feel mindless, and he hadn’t even touched her intimately yet. His mouth returned to her chest, tongue swiping her cleavage before his full lips hovered over her erect nipples in turn, teasing for the briefest of moments before sucking, her body juddering.  

Each pink bud was bathed in the wet suck of a hungry mouth, Manny shifting so he straddled her thigh, taking his weight onto his elbow as this other hand began to skim strokes down her leg, wanting to make her ache for his touch just a little more, but unable to resist the desire to stroke at the petals of her cunt, fingertips sliding over her folds, the liquid silk of her arousal bathing them.  

That first touch had her arching off the bed, her back bending like a crescent moon, her moan rich and full bodied, his teeth biting her nipple just a little bit harder, his long, deft fingers spreading her wetness around, settling upon her clit and beginning to circle. His touch was perfect, Hannah mewling softly as she felt her core ache, his breaths heavy against her neck as he moved to kiss her elegant throat, a soft groan rumbling his as he pushed two fingers into her.  

“Oh god, you’re so fucking wet for me already, damn, girl.” He whispered, his mouth finding hers, kissing her with all the heat of a furnace, those clever fingers seeking out her sweet spots, rotating against the hot slick of her walls, forcing soft little exclamations from her, drinking them down like wine as his lips locked with hers. “Yeah, that feel good, baby?”

She couldn’t even form words, delight tumbling through her, merely uttering a soft ‘uh huh’ as her head fell back on the bed, his fingers entering, rotating, dragging back, moving his thumb to her clit to stroke it in perfect rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to kiss a sizzling path down her body, his mouth craving to be quenched with what drenched his fingers, removing them, sucking her wetness from them with a hungry grunt, pushing her legs wider so she splayed for him, delving his tongue right into her folds, the syrupy wet of her cunt flooding and plentiful.  

“Ahhh, fuck!” she cried out, overcome at the sensations of his mouth, tongue dragging her eagerly, long licks from her glossy opening to her clit making her very bones shudder in ecstasy, Manny groaning, pushing his tongue inside her, his cock throbbing within the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck me, if this ain’t absolute heaven in cunt form, shit.” he exclaimed, Hannah wincing a little at his use of the C word, until she realised just how hot it actually was. “Imma fucking eat you alive, darlin’.” He swiped at her clit with the flat of his tongue, pressing it hard, wiggling back and forth, Hannah crying out as every last nerve ending sang its bliss, her hands resting either side of his head as she gritted and hissed with the utter divinity of it.  

He sucked upon her like ripe fruit, his groans deep, like boulders rolling over one another, the heat radiating up her spine as she panted, watching him tipping her further into mindlessness before her eyes closed and her head fell back, the flickers of the very tip of his tongue working in speed over her clit too much, but not enough, her body shaking in response of being so lit up. It felt like an ice storm meeting magma, her body gleaming for him, Manny pushing his fingers back within her heat, burrowing deep.

Placing a suck upon her clit, his cheeks hollowed, the pressure gentle at first, fingers circling her walls, entering her then with rapidity, that suck intensifying until he had her crying out softly, those exclamations the sweetest things he could remember hearing for a while. His hunger to devour had him tearing his fingers from her, covering her entire slit in the thirsty suck of his mouth, groaning against her folds as his tongue laved her incessantly.  

Reaching for his jeans, he undid them, sliding them and his boxers down, kicking himself out of them with impatience, the need to be within her rocketing through him, his heart thundering in his chest as anticipation skittered over him, kissing his way back to her mouth, lips meeting hers in a hot mesh of filthy indulgence, his words matching.  

“Wanna spread those gorgeous legs and let me fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, for me to bury my big dick right up deep in this pretty little pussy, darlin’, get me all wet?” Those words fuelled the epicentre of her bonfire, Hannah nodding, their kisses scorching as he moved between her legs and glided into her, her walls tensing on his shaft, dragging a groan from the depths of him. He sat back on his heels, taking root in her, his eyes watching the sight of it, his cock sinking in and out, her wetness bathing him thickly.

He fell to her then, the blinding need to chase the fire roaring through his veins consuming him, his flames catching at her edges as she wrapped her legs around him, their mouths meeting messily.  

“Oh god,” she gasped, clasping his face, seduced further by the look of dark lust pooling his near black eyes. “Fuck me, yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck me!”  

And he did, pounding into her relentlessly, hitting her so deep, shocks skittered through her, but it wasn’t just the mindless bludgeoning of her uterus that she was used to. Oh no. This man, he had sexual finesse in shades, Manny knowing exactly where to align himself in order to have her seeing stars, entire constellations exploding where his dick scraped against, Hannah’s mouth falling open, watching his grin widening to see witness how much she was enjoying him.  

He slowed then, wanting to make it last longer than the rampant charge of his arousal was dictating, pulling himself back, thrusting a little shallower, almost retreating, slipping back deeply, a slight change in the angle of his hips making her mouth drop open even wider, her mouthed words of ‘what the fuck?’ spurring his laughter.  

“Yeah, mamas. That cock hits different, don’t it?”

Hits different didn’t quite cut it for her, never being fucked like that before, with such skill and purpose in her entire life. His head dipped, sucking her nipples in turn, tongue circling them with a hungry grunt, his hands stroking paths of blissful heat up and down her thighs as his cock hit her deep, deep, deep.  

“Mmmm, yeah. You look so goddamn pretty, spread all around my dick, shit. Got me so fucking drenched, beautiful.” he groaned, sitting back up again, the sight so steeped in erotic heat, he had to close his eyes for a moment, those tingles pulsing too rapidly, the desire to chase his release held fast, slowing, long lashes parting again as he stared down at her. “That feel good, huh?”

“Oh, you’re the fucking best!” she cried out, her body jolting when he brought his thumb to her clit, tight circles spreading glimmers through her, pleasure melting down her spine and puddling at her cunt, covering him further in her dew. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hips shunting against each of his thrusts, fucking him back with purpose as she let her gaze fall to watch it. “Ohhh wow, I really got you slick, didn’t I? Only fair I clean you up a little.”  

Pulling away from him, she turned to gather her legs beneath herself, taking his cock in her hand and feeding into the hot clasp of her eager mouth, Manny’s eyes scrunching tightly shut, his hands weaving into the soft waves of her hair. “Mmmm, I love the way my hot little pussy tastes on your cock.”  

Fire. She had an out-of-control blaze burn right through him with those words, her mouth gliding back and forth over his shaft, sucking him clean, her moans sending delicious vibrations over his cock. “Damn, baby. You’re so fuckin’ dirty.” he groaned, watching himself vanish between her keen lips. “Yeah, you want me to choke you on it, fuck this pretty little mouth?”

Letting him go with a slippery pop, she licked her top lip, her eyes glittering with dark lust, turning her head to bite his hip. “Oh, you better fuck my face like the dirty little whore I wanna be for you.”  

‘Fuck! How is this chick real, and where the hell has she been all my life?’ he thought, grasping her hair hard, forcing himself back into her mouth, pounding himself into her throat, muffling her moans with each barbarous thrust. Her eyes began to water, Hannah looking up at him as she sucked him hard, her hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit, the filth of it making her throb as she felt him twitching.  

Bracing her hand against his chest, she rolled one of his dark nipples between her thumb and forefinger, the force of his cock making her gag, pulling her head back, spitting on it before wrapping him in a hard suck again, Manny continuing to fuck her, his brain gone to mush completely at how utterly filthy it was, feeling himself ascending sharply. Gritting his teeth, he rumbled a groan, a long train of expletives leaving his mouth as her lips tightened on him, pulling his release into her throat as he spurted into her, waves of bliss washing over him in ceaseless crests.  

Barely giving himself any kind of time to recover, he pushed her down, lifting her legs to his shoulders, hand curling around her throat as he drove back into her cunt, dragging sparks through her walls. “Let’s fucking get you there a few times now, darlin’.”

“What the...” she panted, eyes wide with disbelief. “You can blow your load and still keep going?”

He grinned, leaning to kiss her. “Yup. Sometimes I can, and right now is one of them because I ain’t stopping until you cum stain the fuck outta my sheets.” Holding her down, his hips began to rail against her so hard, he had her crying out, bearing his weight down into her cunt, the lewd sounds of their bodies smacking together filling the room, his cock squelching within the wet mess of her sopping walls.  

“Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me right there, oh god, oh!” she wailed, her nails digging into his shoulders and tearing down as the light rolled over her, white-hot and pulsing, her sun rising over the valley that was him, bursting to dawn. She was boneless and without breath in the aftermath, but he didn’t stop, slowing a little before pulling her out, turning her over and sinking back in to pound her savagely from behind.  

“Ain’t you glad you’re not somebody’s wife right now, huh?”  

Truer words were never spoken.  

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Runaway - Chapter Fourteen.

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Ahhh, stories from respective pasts. A fantastic way to get to know someone, and be thoroughly entertained throughout. At that point in the evening, and with the storm showing no signs of abating, they were covering the school years. 

“So I ask her again, and she predictably tells me no, but by this point I feel like my fuckin’ bladder is gon’ burst, so I just said to her, ‘fine, you asked for this’, got up, walked over to her plant in the corner, and pissed right in the pot. She starts screaming at me, I calmly told her that she should have just let me go to the bathroom, but at least with my way, she got to see the fact I had a real big dick, so it was a win win scenario.  

“The entire class went crazy laughing, she reported me to the principal, but it was only the comment I made about my dick I got in trouble for. Turns out the principal’s wife was a urologist, and so because he knew how bad it was to hold a piss in, she got in deep shit for not allowing kids to go to the bathroom.  

“That ain’t even the wildest part of the story, though. I saw her in a bar years later, and gave her hell about what a tyrant she used to be. She just stood there and took it, then said that since I’d grown up to be such a knockout, I should let her make it up to me. I went home with her that night and fucked her until her bed broke.”

Hannah almost choked on her wine. “Oh my god!”

“What?” he laughed, his dirty chuckle filling the room. “She was a bitch, but she was hot!”

“I’d say I can’t believe that you fucked your former teacher, but it’s you after all.” She nudged him with a teasing foot, Manny grabbing her leg and tickling behind her knee, where he knew she couldn’t bear to be touched. “Get off me!” she cried, her giggles sending sparks of happiness through his insides. It had been a while, since he’d been playful like that with a woman.

“Oh and I bet you were nothing short of perfect at school, right?”  

She fought against him, kicking his thigh until he finally let go. “I was, actually. About the worst thing I did was let the fire alarm off to get a guy I liked out of a test. He never really noticed me like that before, until I walked past him when we were filed up outside, whispered ‘you’re welcome’, winked and walked away. I’d like to think that was one of my smoother moments in life.”

“And did it work? Not that you should have needed to resort to such, being as gorgeous as you are.”  

She nodded, dropping her head for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it worked. We dated for four months before I broke up with him. Me and my poor impulse control struck, the impulse being that the quarterback of the football team asked me out, and I looked at him as a better option.”

Manny leaned forward slightly, arching an eyebrow as he lifted his glass to his lips. “And was he?”

“Nope! I never seem to learn my lesson there. Then again, the last time I acted on impulse, I got something wonderful.” He gestured for her to continue, watching her smile grow. “I got Lola.”

“And you didn’t end up married to an asshole either,” he observed, draining his glass, Hannah hauling herself up to fetch the second bottle from the kitchen. “Anything more there, or is he sticking to his restraining order?”

“I’ve had a few phone calls come through where no one talks, and I know it’s him. I block all the numbers he calls me from just as I always have, but he’s persistent, uses pay phones, I think at one point he was using cheap prepay phones as well. I just have to keep a diary of it, but it’ll be hard to prove it’s him unless he talks. It’s a nuisance, but what can I do?” Sitting down again, she topped up their glasses, setting the bottle down on the table. “I heard through the grapevine that he moved away recently, he’s gone up to northern Cali somewhere, so as long as he isn’t a physical presence in my life, I don’t mind so much.”  

“I do,” he stated with vehemence. “I mind him bothering you. If he ever does turn up again, you tell me, okay? Fuck the police, fuck the courts, you come and you tell me. He’ll leave you alone for good.”  

Her eyes widened a little. “You wouldn’t...” she made a gun motion against her head, her thumb pulling an imaginary trigger, “would you?”

“No! Don’t be crazy, of course I wouldn’t. But I’d make him believe I would.” That was only half the truth. If he ever physically came near his daughter in a threatening way, Michael would cease to breathe, although that wasn’t a truth Manny was quick to share with her mother. “And I’d probably smack him around a little, just for daring to fuck with someone I care about.”

He couldn’t help but add that, the wine getting to him a little. Anything stronger than beer, and it was essentially like giving him truth serum.  

“Manny,” she warned gently, reaching for his arm. “Please, don’t.” It took him a moment to answer, the feel of her hand upon him, her skin on his, even though so innocently placed there making a jolt run straight to the pit of his belly.  

He raised his eyebrows, recovering himself. “He’ll be fine, unless he breaks his restraining order. I saw it, when you broke down and revealed it all, just how fucking stressed out the motherfucker had made you. That don’t happen on my watch, Hannah.” Pausing, he leaned forward, reaching for her face, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t matter how unique it all is, our relationship as parents, what could have been, if the circumstances were different. I meant it when I said I care about you.”  

Perhaps he hadn’t recovered himself sufficiently enough, the blue of her eyes like cloudless skies he wished only to sail through, shining through the candlelight. His mouth felt dry, taking another swig of wine, his heart beginning to pound. No. He couldn’t act. He had to shove it down again, but the lure of her. Oh, the lure, his loins burning at the memory of how it felt, when he was with her. Fuck.  

In turn, the pull she felt to him was intense, like he’d lassoed her insides, as only an accomplished cowboy could, the rope being wound in with every statement that passed over his lips, every compliment, her foundations feeling shaky in the presence of him. Despite herself, her hand covered his, the light of her gaze meeting the dark of his, both paused, perhaps for too long... or not long enough... the wine clouding them, the memories of one another returning. As if that attraction had ever been far from the surface.  

The storm outside swirled with all the potency of what they’d both tried to push down, the sky illuminated as Manny set his glass down, taking hers from her hand, moving up the couch, his hands gripping her knees, opening them enough for his body to slot between them, the boom of thunder rocking the ground as their mouths met.  

Any reservations they might have had were swept away as they fell headlong down the rabbit hole, the tempting promise of what they would experience in their own Neverland of blissful sin tugging at them too strongly, dragging them down, until all that was left was them. There was no Carmen, no time between their only night together and then, no reason why not. Only them.  

A scattered path of kisses scorched her skin, the firm grip of his hands moving to pull at her vest, Hannah suddenly stopping him.  

“I... I look... different.” Her stammered words made him pause, searching her eyes, resting his forehead to hers. “I don’t look as good as I used to, since the baby.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” His kisses landed softer, his haste calmed as he slowly lifted her vest, pulling it from her body, her sweats next to go, Manny sitting back on his heels as he looked down at her, his gaze finding the nerves in her eyes. “This body is beautiful. You know why? It’s the body that grew my child safely for nine months, and if you think just because it’s a tiny bit different to how I remember that it’ll put me off, then you’re crazy. Now, lie back and let me show you just how goddamned beautiful I think you are.”  

She’d be lying if she said her confidence had been truly bolstered in the wake of his praise, no matter how lovely his words were, but still, she felt desired enough to pull him back to her, their mouths locked together, undoing his shirt as kisses of sugared embers grew hotter, the feel of his skin on hers torridly enchanting.  

“Wait.” Sitting up, he lifted her, Hannah wrapping herself around him. “I need more room than a couch has to really fuckin’ enjoy you, darlin’.”

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, so did the chapter of them entitled ‘Two parents trying desperately to convince themselves there was only a child connecting them.’ And lord, the chapter they would write together to follow, only legible until the flames that roared between them threatened to burn each word off the page entirely.  

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Runaway - Chapter Thirteen.

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“Damn, I’m so glad your parking garage is underground!”

Hannah was simply glad he and their baby had arrived there in one piece, with the force of the storm that had rolled in. It had been expected, Manny even setting out earlier than planned in order to miss it, but been hit by it halfway to Hannah’s apartment, the rain absolutely torrential. If he hadn’t been turning his vehicle onto her street by the time it really began to pelt down, he would have pulled over and waited it out, it was so bad.  

“I gotta say it, HB. You’re looking sharp as hell, mamas,” he complimented, noting that it was the first time he’d seen her in such attire. She wore a pair of dark grey pants that flared slightly, a white bodysuit and a pair of fancy looking, silver heels.  

“Why thank you,” she began, her smile a little shy. “This is the first time I’ve had to get dressed up all business smart since giving birth. I’m just glad the bodysuit holds my mommy belly in!”  

Lifting Lola from her car seat as Hannah reached for her, he gave her another quick tour with his eyes, frowning. “What mommy belly? I swear, that’s the exact same figure as you had before you got pregnant.”

“See?” she gestured with a sweep of her hand before receiving the baby into her arms. “Power of the bodysuit! Believe me, once I take it off, it’ll flop right back out!”

Manny rolled his eyes. “Mommy’s crazy, ain’t she bubs?” Lola gurgled right on cue. “See? The kid agrees.”  

Hannah laughed softly through her nose, carrying her into the kitchen, Manny seating himself down at the breakfast bar. “So, you wanna wait it out with us for a while until it passes?”  

Turning to look through the huge lounge windows, seeing the way the trees across the other side of the street were swaying, he thought that was likely best. Just then, the whole apartment lit up, a huge clap of thunder booming, Lola’s eyes widening. She only laughed and wriggled, though.  

“Ahhh, just like daddy, aren’t you, tiny mamas,” he spoke, watching the curiosity his daughter viewed the storm with. “You love a good storm.”  

“Coffee?” Hannah asked.

“Please,” he spoke, reaching for Lola across the counter so she could free her hands. “So, why the fancy threads today, then? Business meeting?”

“Something like that,” she confirmed, sticking a pod into the coffee machine. “I had a round of interviews earlier, as I’m looking for two more bookkeepers to come and work for me. My client list is now beginning to extend beyond my capabilities to do everything myself, so they’ll be working from home for now until I manage to find a small office space to rent. I might wait on that, though. I mean, if covid taught us anything then it’s that if it isn’t imperative to have an onsite location for your staff, then you get to save a lot of money. I dunno. What do you think?”

He straightened a little, his mouth upturning, pleasantly surprised to be asked his opinion. “I think you’re right. Digital technology and communications mean that you can easily run things via Zoom meetings and all that, client meetings can be done elsewhere, too, take ‘em for lunch or something, that’s a nice touch. I dunno, guess you’d only need an actual office if your business grows to the kind of size where it’d be detrimental somehow to have your staff all scattered around.”  

“Yeah, yeah, that is a good idea. I like that. Thanks,” she smiled, handing him his coffee. “So, what’s new with you?”

Ahh, adult conversation. Easy back and forth. No screaming. He’d missed it.

Also, she’d asked about him. Carmen never bothered, only throwing wedding questions at him of late, it seemed. “Yeah, same old, really. Gramps wants me to head back home for a few days next week, got a new colt he’s having issues with he wants me to go get thrown around on. Apparently, my bones don’t break as easily.”

Hannah laughed, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Well, he is seventy-one. His days breaking in the crazy youngsters are likely behind him now.”

“Oh, but it’s alright for my ass to get up there and run the risk of snapped bones, huh?”  

“You’re a cowboy who turned outlaw. If that isn’t one of the toughest breeds of man you can get, I don’t know what is,” she complimented, sipping her wine, her heart melting when Lola yawned, her head thudding against her daddy’s chest, grasping the soft flannel of his dark blue and green shirt. “I think someone needs her milk and bedtime a little early.”

“I’ll sort her out. She had a bath earlier because she got covered in paint. We went to see Willow and Lily for a little play date and let them do hand and footprint paintings. The fucking mess they got into, shit! They weren’t dry by the time we left, but I’ll bring yours over when I have it. The kids had a blast, it was awesome. Lily got actual canvases, so they look all fancy and stuff,” he explained, Hannah beaming. He was truly taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. “You go put your feet up.”  

Doing just that, Hannah sighed softly, thinking to herself how lucky she was as she sat down on the couch, the dark green velvet moulding around her in a plush hug. Sipping her glass of claret, she felt content, until the feeling of nostalgia began to rise, taking another sip in an attempt to keep it abated.  

Every time she saw Manny, and more pertinently, how brilliant he was with their baby, she felt something inside her ache a little. The way they’d sparked, how easy it had been between them back when they’d first met still very much in existence, too. Chemistry never really died, though, she was beginning to learn. The reality of it hit her every time, though, the fact he was engaged, even though at present, she didn’t know how happily. The last time they’d had a conversation about it, he hadn’t sounded like he was particularly content in his relationship.

Once Lola was dressed for bed and fed, they put her down, Hannah playing the soothing ambient music that Manny had discovered worked a charm in settling her to sleep, creeping out of her room again and going to sit back down in the lounge.  

“Hungry?” she asked. “I’d call for a pizza, but I’m not having some poor delivery guy battle through that just to bring me dinner.”  

“I’m okay, Lily made me a sandwich the size of my damned head, but you go ahead.”

“Alright, I’ll go put out a plate of stuff I can pick at, and then if you want anything it’s there.” She went first to change, coming back out in a pair of simple, light grey sweats and a black vest top, heading to the fridge and rummaging around. She returned after a few minutes with a huge sharing plate, full of cold meats, olives, tomatoes, fresh bread, cheeses, carrot batons, mini cucumbers and various dips. She’d just got it down on the table when her entire apartment was plunged into darkness.  

“Damn, it’s been a while since we’ve had one so bad, the fucking power got knocked out,” Manny commented, rooting in his pocket for the petrol lighter he knew he had in there, flicking it to lit and moving the flame to light the wicks on one of Hannah’s gigantic coffee table candles. She looked through the basket she kept her wax melts and burner oils in, pulling out a lighter from there and going around the apartment, lighting all the other candles that lay dotted around.  

Just as she sat down, his cell began to ring, Manny answering it with a slight look of discomfort. “Hey darlin’, what’s up?” there was a pause, Hannah being able to hear the demanded question of ‘where in the hell are you?’ before a pile more shouted words followed. “I’m still at Hannah’s, I didn’t think it was a good idea to drive back in this weather, even less now the power has been knocked out. Ain’t even any streetlights on here in town, it’s rough out there.”

The presence of her wine glass in front of her face obscured her wincing at the tirade he could hear him receiving, Manny rolling his eyes as Carmen gave him hell. She felt for him, having to sit there and defend a perfectly reasonable decision given the weather circumstances, to a woman who was being the very antithesis of that.  

“It isn’t even that bad out there!” she overheard, Manny’s eyes widening.

“Carmen, it’s fucking biblical out there, baby!” he exclaimed, just as a huge bolt of lightning cracked the sky, the boom making Hannah jump. Immediately, he placed a reassuring hand to her ankle. He was being yelled at, yet he still noticed her little moment of unease.

On and on Carmen continued, cutting him off when he went to speak, Manny becoming exasperated with her overreaction to something that to anyone else, was perfectly reasonable.

“Why you gotta be there with her? Why don’t you want to come home to me?”

His jaw tightened. “Because there’s a horrific storm out there, Carmen, and it was bad enough driving in it once. Would you be going this crazy if I was at the clubhouse to wait it out, or with Angel and Lily? You’re being unreasonable, please see that. I’ll come home when I can. Bye.”

“Yikes.” Raising her eyebrows, she offered her wine glass forward, Manny taking it. She snorted softly with laughter when he drained it in one gulp.  

“You got more of that?”

She jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Another two bottles.”

“Can I stick a straw in one?”  

She laughed further as he got up, leaving her glass on the table and returning with a bottle and a second glass, filling them both. “I ain’t much of a wine guy, but this stuff is pretty good, and shit, I need it. Mind if I crash on your couch? Even if this storm passes, I ain’t in the mood to go back to all of that.” He took a sip, his hunched shoulders finally sagging a little, the tension beginning to dissipate. “She’s a fucking embarrassment sometimes. Sorry you had to hear all of that. I know you did. My girl isn’t quiet in any sense of the damned word.”

Hannah couldn’t bite her tongue in time to prevent the assessment that slipped out. “She sounds quite insecure, to rather you risk your safety driving back through a storm than to wait it out here with me. Something tells me that if you were still at Lily’s place, she wouldn’t take in issue with it, like you mentioned. It seems to be driven by me specifically.”  

“Well, she might as she’s intimidated by Lily, but you’re right, it’s a you thing.” He looked conflicted for a second, weighing up whether to reveal it all. “She hasn’t come out in as many words and said it, but she’s hella jealous of you. I think that’s understandable enough, though. You’re the kind of woman others could easily feel threatened by.”  

Hannah hadn’t actually met Carmen, his fiancée being absent whenever she’d dropped Lola round to their house, but she’d seen pictures of her within the home. She looked like a model, so with that in mind, she wondered why the hell she’d see her as a threat. That confusion showed on her face, too, Manny continuing.

“I mean, come on. You live here, downtown, expensive apartment, you’ve got a good career, you’re knockout gorgeous, and you’re the mother of my child.”

At hearing him refer to her as knockout gorgeous, her heart fluttered a little. Carmen could have only seen her in the pictures he’d shown her of Lola back when he first met her, too, when Hannah had thought she’d been looking pretty rough around the edges, frayed by the duress of being a new, single mom.  

“But she’s the one you’re marrying,” she reasoned, sipping her wine.

He let out a long breath, turning to her. “Not if she continues like this, I won’t be. It ain’t the stuff about you, although I would actually like for you guys to get along, but if she keeps on refusing to acknowledge Lola then I just can’t do it. I can’t marry somebody who won’t make even the tiniest room in her life for my daughter. I don’t want it to come to that, I love her, but fuck, HB. She’s gotta give me a little consideration here.”

He paused, turning to her, reaching to gently slap her knee. “Why can’t she be more like you? Reasonable, understanding, emotionally mature? It’s easy with you. It’s just getting harder with her.”

It was easy with him, too. Far too easy. Far too natural. Far too tempting, as her eyes flitted to between his legs when he slumped down a little further, his thighs falling wider apart, the bulge of the most perfect cock she’d ever seen filling out the dark denim entirely too well.  

Oh lord.  

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Runaway - Chapter Eleven.

Good morning (or afternoon, or evening, depending where you are!) besties! I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. Huge thanks for your continued interest in this little story, damn, you guys are understanding the assignment regarding engagement! We’re zooming to the 30 notes unlock on every chapter! I hope you enjoy the next as much as you have the rest :)

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“So, you got that meeting this morning, huh?” Manny asked, Carmen lying against his chest, idly stroking his abs.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty nervous about it, to be honest. Sales haven’t been great, but I do keep on suggesting that we move to push greater into ecommerce. I even offered to appoint myself to it, since I know web design. For whatever reason, though, they’re reluctant.” She worked for a small cosmetic chain, with a few outlets across Southern Cali, most of their sales being from their storefront operations, as well as stalls at expo’s.  

“Well, maybe the sales figures will suggest they can’t afford to be any longer. Hey, why not write up a business plan or something, see how they react to that when they see it all laid out, your plan of action, projected earnings, overheads, etc?”  

She lifted her head, nodding. “What a great idea! I didn’t even think to do that, but I will! I mean, I don’t have time now, but I’m certainly going to mention it.” Pausing, she kissed him, humming happily. “You’re so great with this kind of thing.” When she was like this, she was wonderful. She was the bright, kind girl he’d fallen in love with, always quick to praise others, a stark contrast to how she could behave when something lit her fuse. “What do you have planned for today?”

“I’m meeting with Lily this morning, going to get some stuff for Lola since I don’t have a clue where to begin.” He waited for it.  

“Oh, right.” There it was, disinterest, just as he expected. “Well, I better get up and get ready. Do you want breakfast?”  

“I ain’t hungry, just a coffee, please.” She was quiet with him for the remaining hour before she left for work, Manny internally shaking his head, but not broaching it with her. He was in no mood for an argument, and he didn’t want her going into her meeting upset either. He was relieved when he arrived at the yard, to be greeted by one woman who never gave him an ounce of anything other than solid friendship and love.  

“Hey, Lils. Thanks so much for doing this.” Greeting her with a hug, Manny turned to click the fob on the new vehicle he’d bought, figuring he needed adequate transportation now he had a baby to ferry from place to place when she was with him. He and Hannah had arranged it, Manny beginning in taking her overnight a few times a week so she could catch up on sleep and work uninterrupted, and he could begin building a bond with his daughter.

“No problem, buddy. I hope you’re ready to spend a fortune!”  

She was taking him shopping for all things baby, except for clothes, since she had an absolute abundance of things from when Willow was little that she happily donated to him. He needed a guiding hand, and as a mother, she was perfect. She knew what to do.  

“Man, this is a sweet ride,” she spoke, getting into the passenger seat, Manny nodding. It was going to cost him a sizable amount in monthly repayments, but not as much as if he’d bought the GMC 4x4 truck brand new. Being an outlaw, he made good bank, but anything he paid in cash for that he couldn’t explain was paid for out of his legitimate earnings, should he and the club become under such scrutiny as indictments, was at risk. He was smarter than that, they all were.

“Well, I gotta keep up with your fancy ass and the brand-new Jeep.” Lily’s very profitable earnings within the UFC had meant she could upgrade from her very old, very unreliable Toyota, buying herself the car she’d wanted for years.

“Did Angel tell you, we took it off roading at the weekend. It was so much fun!” Only Lily would spend that much money on a car and then take it out on a pursuit that almost guaranteed it getting trashed.  

“And how much of it is left?”  

“You’re rude! All of it!” she cried, smacking his shoulder.

“Hey yo, easy with the beats, badass. I’m trying to drive here! It’s been a while since I’ve been in charge of four wheels,” he protested, reaching to flick her forearm. “So, what was your dad doing underneath it yesterday then, hmm?”

Lily bit her lip, crinkling her nose. “Might have lost a couple of bolts on the oil sump.” His raised eyebrows prompted her laughter. “Stop with the face, or I’ll start telling you a load of unnecessary shit you have to buy just to fuck with you.” By the time they’d gotten to the store, making their way around, he did actually think she was fucking with him, by the sheer amount of stuff that got placed into the cart. Babies.; they certainly needed a lot of stuff.

“Okay, so you got the crib and other furniture for her room, right?”

“Right,” he confirmed, throwing an elephant print blanket into the cart. “I got the crib assembled already.”

“You got a chest of drawers for all her clothes to go in? What about a changing table? I mean, you don’t really need one, but it makes life easier than doing it on the floor or any other flat surface, trust me.” Nope, he hadn’t thought of that, although he already did have the chest of drawers there in his spare room that he could easily clear out and use. “Oh, I meant to ask you. How’s Carmen coping with it now?”

He winced slightly. “Yeah, not great. I’ve been heaping focus on her so that she don’t feel pushed aside, but I dunno. She ain’t happy about any of this at all. Well, she’s fine just as long as I don’t mention Lola.”

Immediately, Lily frowned, pausing from what she was about to say with an interjection of ‘you’ll need two packs of these, because they get lost all the time’ before throwing in two four packs of pacifiers, taking a breath. “Listen, I don’t want this to be coming from a place of bias, because we don’t get on,” she began, Manny snorting softly.

“Putting it mildly.” He smiled, though, because he understood that it was mostly his fiancée's fault, that the women didn’t see eye to eye. She was insecure over Manny’s female friends, especially ones as attractive and successful as Lily was.

She made an agreeable face, her lips pursing and tilting. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But for real, this is another human life, and she’s an adult. Lola is a baby! I get why she’s mad, because this is what she was looking forward to with you, and here you are having it with a woman who isn’t her. She likely feels very threatened, and Hannah is so pretty as well, and seems nice, from the short time I spent with her. I understand as a woman how all of that might impact her, but still, she needs to pull herself together and realise it isn’t all about what she thinks and feels.”  

Lily had, as ever, articulated it beautifully for him. Also, she’d given him pause for some perspective he hadn’t thought of before, Carmen upset that she wasn’t the woman he’d had his first child with. Shit. Of course, that was going to be difficult to deal with for her, especially for a woman who had the kind of propensity for selfishness and insecurity as she did.  

“Sleeping doughnut! You need one of these, they’re a lifesaver. You’ll get moments where she’ll likely only settle if you’re there, so you can just put this in your bed and put her in safely as the sides will keep her in place and more importantly, mean it’s impossible for you to roll over and smush her in your sleep.” She placed that in the cart, suddenly pausing. “What’s up?”

He shook himself. “Sorry, it was just what you said about Carmen being upset that the whole first-time parent thing wasn’t being shared with her, and it hit me, that you’re right. I didn’t even think of that, and I like to think I’m a thoughtful person when it comes to my loved ones, you know?”

“You are, Manny.” She paused, walking around to wrap him in a hug. “You have a hell of a lot on your mind. New baby, wedding planning, the club. Don’t be so tough on yourself.”  

As it happened, it wasn’t him who would be toughest on him.

“I need to send a deposit for the wedding flowers. Is there even enough money to do that after all of this? I’d cover it myself, but I just paid out nine hundred for the bridesmaid's dresses,” Carmen asked, Manny carrying the last of the bags in a couple of hours after his shopping trip with Lily, who he’d dropped at home. A considerably less tense household than his own.  

“Babies need a lot of stuff,” he explained succinctly, opening the door to Lola’s room, noting he needed to continue airing it in there as it still smelled strongly of fresh paint, the walls transferred from a mulchy dark green to brilliant white, giving it the illusion of a lot more space than the small room actually had. “You need a hundred for the flowers, right? Don’t stress, baby. I got it.”

“A hundred and fifty.” she confirmed, walking past into the kitchen after pausing to kiss him and give her thanks. No offer of help came, though, no interest in what was going on with him. She only cared about the wedding flowers being secured. It was beyond Manny why she needed to spend three hundred dollars on flowers anyway, but for the sake of a quiet life, he didn’t question it. “Just let her get on with it, smile and say ‘yes, babe’ whenever opening your wallet is involved, mano.” Bishop’s advice to him echoed through his head more and more, the closer they got to their wedding date, which was just over eight months away.  

After he’d packed everything away, the room near enough completely ready to have a small person stay within it, he went to the kitchen, finding Carmen cooking her delicious shrimp curry, a frown creasing her pretty features. “Querida, we need to have a conversation about Lola, or more accurately, your reaction to her,” he began, his fiancée immediately sighing audibly, lifting her wine glass to her lips and swigging back a large gulp.  

“Listen, I know that you’re upset about it, but what can I do? I’m not gonna abandon my child. As a child whose father walked out on him and his siblings, there ain’t no way I’ll be that kind of dad. I understand that it’s hard for you to reconcile, though, that my first child isn’t with you, that this is something we’re not going through together. Except we are, though. You’ll have your own relationship with Lola too, as her stepmom,” he explained, moving her hair and kissing the side of her neck. Immediately, she tensed.  

“You have no idea what I’m feeling, now all this has happened! I feel like this is going to push me aside, make you lose focus over the wedding, over me! I don’t want to resent the baby, because she’s just a baby, but I do!” she cried, shrugging him away from her, stalking across the kitchen to the bottle of red wine and topping up her glass.  

He closed his eyes, counting to ten. Manny wasn’t the type to escalate to anger quickly, but when dealing with someone who seemed to be revelling in being selfish and deliberately stubborn, it was a natural progression. “Baby, Lola hasn’t even come to stay here yet and you’re acting like she’s moving in and I’m asking you to move out. She’s gonna be here two nights a week to begin with, that’s all. And tell me how, so far, I’ve lost focus over you or the wedding?”

Her silence spoke volumes, Carmen knowing she was wrong.  

“See? Can’t even give me an answer, because you know it hasn’t happened, and it won’t. All I’m doing is making room in my life for my kid. It wouldn’t kill you to do the same instead of being so disinterested and cold about it all.”

“Cold? Cold? How fucking dare you! I am not being like that at all, or disinterested! I’m trying to get used to it, so quit pushing it on me!” she shouted, stirring the curry aggressively, the sauce beginning to fleck the countertop beside the stove. “Anyway, did you get those food menu choices I emailed to you? What do you want?”

Again, with bringing it back to the wedding. He’d already told her he liked it all and so just choose whatever she wanted as he wouldn’t mind either way. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” The weight of it yanked at his shoulders, sagging down as he pulled a beer from the fridge.  

“It isn’t just about me! I want you to take an interest as well!”

“I have, but if I say anything that’s even slightly different from what you want, I get a fuckin’ earful for it, so whatever, Carmen. You choose.”

Her response was sharp, each word toned with the vermillion of her ire. “See? You being passive is being uninterested, you just tell me to pick whatever, because you don’t care!”

Oh, he’d match the hue of her anger, unprepared to be the peaceful one for a second longer. “It’s because whatever input I have, unless it’s what you want, it’s a no go! I swear the Christ, Carmen, this whole wedding is bringing out a side of you I ain’t ever seen before, shit! Why you gotta turn everything into a battle?”

“I’m not!”

Yeah, not much. “You do, though, this is why I leave the decisions to you for the sake of not being argued with, and even that ain’t enough for you! Screw this, I’m outta here.”  

He had to leave, because he knew if he didn’t, he’d bring the fact she was being selfish when it came to his child into it as well, and he was above throwing that at her, no matter how unreasonable she was being. He wanted to give her the chance to having Lola around physically first, thinking that perhaps seeing the baby might make her settle into it more.  

He could but hope it would come together simply enough.  

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Runaway - Chapter Twenty Three.

So, besties, the next chapter will see this little story to its close. I thank each and every one of you for your engagement every step of the way. Seeing you love these two, despite their frustrating handling of the situation (which for reality’s sake I had to pen it how it did. I enjoy writing characters who are flawed) has been so lovely to witness! :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“You know, I’m good with shoot outs, I’m competent enough to win in a knife fight, I’ve slugged it out with dudes twice my fiuckin’ size, but shit, homie. This is gon’ be next level warfare,” Manny spoke, sitting in the clubhouse next to Angel, Lily behind him, diligently massaging the tension from his locked-up shoulders. “A little lower, please?”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ let you have it, man,” Angel began, Lily balling her fists and gently beginning to pummel along his shoulder blades.

“Manny, your back is like bricks!” she exclaimed, her knuckles kneading harder.  

“I’m all locked up, mamas! You know in ancient Rome when the gladiators saw the gates open and in came the huge assed lion? That’s me right now, but with no sword or shield!”  

Lily laughed, thinking that his analogy was pretty spot on, really. Carmen had a truly ferocious temper, and that was just for little outbursts. Being told by the man she was due to marry in five months that their relationship was over? Oh, lord. “Are you telling her about you and Hannah?”  

“I dunno,” he began, stretching, feeling a little better for her efforts, Lily moving back to her seat, Charlie jumping off the bar and onto her shoulder as he contentedly nibbled on an almond. “I mean, the main reason is because of her not accepting Lola in her life. Our relationship would have ended regardless of my feelings for Hannah, you know? So, I’m not sure. What’s the general consensus?”

“I always say honesty is the best policy, but, and I say this out of no love for Carmen, I think you breaking off the engagement is likely to hurt her enough,” Lily began.

Angel nodded, sipping his beer. “The words salt and wounds spring to mind, mano.”

“Hmmm,” Manny hummed, thoughtful. “I still feel as if I should. It feels like I’m taking the easy way out, nto telling her the whole truth.”

Lily continued with her thought. “I think your reason because of the way she refuses to acknowledge Lola is more than enough. Like I say, I do err on the side of honesty, but truly, how much is too much? You’re about to turn her world upside down enough as it is. I might not like her, but I feel for her, suddenly having the rug pulled out from under her. Affair aside, you’re a good guy. You don’t need to inflict further pain upon the woman.”

“As much as your average outlaw who’s been poking it to his baby mama for the last two months can be, yeah,” he snorted, Angel bursting into hysterics.

“Poking it!” Charlie joined in with, beginning to dance.

“Crazy, tiny little homeslice.” Manny spoke with affection, stroking his chest feathers as he laughed at the bird. “Yeah, on reflection, I think you guys are right. I kinda feel like a shit for it, even more so than I do over cheating on her in the first place. Angel said it right, though, I think. It’ll be rubbing salt in the wounds.” He knew it wasn’t completely for her benefit, his decision not to tell her and that it would relieve the burden of the kind of outburst he’d receive if he did reveal his infidelity, but for Manny, he just wanted peace. He wanted Carmen out of his life and hurt as minimally as possible before he could move on with his family.

Over the last few months, he’d truly been left exhausted by her refusal to accept that Lola had entered his life and knew that if she wasn’t used to it now, after three months, then she never truly would be. He could give her all the time in the world to adjust to the idea, but he’d only ever be prolonging the inevitable. If he went ahead and married her too, he knew it would show her that there were no repercussions for her actions. It would cement to her that he was fine with her refusing to accept that he had a child, and he wasn’t.  

He’d planned it out, how it would go down after telling her as planned that weekend. Since he had another place to go, he would let her remain at his house and keep out of her hair while she organised moving out, for however long it took. Hannah had said that was fine, even though they had no immediate plans to move in together, not wanting to rush anything. There was a bag of his stuff already at her place, as well as a few valuables he didn’t trust her not to break, if her rampage in the wake of the news lead to the vexed-up smashing of things.  

All-out rage was exactly what everyone expected, one woman in particular, as she shared with Lily later that morning.

“Oh, she’s going to be so angry,” Hannah began, throwing a neat, sharp punch into the focus pad Lily held aloft for her. They were enjoying introducing one another to their respective sports, Hannah still mind blown that not only had she become friends with her sporting idol, but now, she got to learn from her, too. “So, he said in as many words that he isn’t going to tell her about us?”

“He did, yes,” Lily confirmed, moving the pad to the side. “Pivot off your left foot more. You really want to turn your body and drive that punch home with your weight behind it. That’s it!”  

A few more body hooks and two uppercuts preceded Hannah’s thoughts on that. “I think honesty is always the best policy, but I suppose I can see why he wouldn’t want to. Backing out of the engagement is going to be a big enough bomb to drop on her. Despite his actions, having an affair with me, Manny is much too kind to rub salt in her wounds by telling her that, too.”

“Salt in the wounds, that’s exactly what Angel referred to it as.” She lifted the pad higher, taking a step back. “Okay, round kick, you got this!”

“It’s too high, Lily!”

She scoffed. “No, it isn’t! Trust yourself, come on!” Her foot missed the first, but she successfully hit it on the second. “There you go! Nicely done, and again, come on, give me some power!” Another kick was landed, much harder this time. “Yes, girl!”

Her entire body ached, but Lily kept on at her, running through her combinations before letting her rest, Hannah sitting down at the side of the ring while she sipped at her water, watching Lily sparring with one of the other guys from the gym. She marvelled to herself, just how easy she made it look, nailing each strike, the power and speed she possessed truly incredible. She’d hate to ever get on the wrong side of a woman so apt with her fists, legs and elbows.  

Once done, Hannah accompanied Lily to get her lip fillers topped up, wincing at how painful the process looked before they then headed into town to meet with Shonda for lunch.  

“Hi, oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Lily!” she exclaimed, opening her arms to hug her. “My husband thinks you’re amazing, he was so envious when I told him I was meeting you and pumpkin for lunch!

“It’s nice to meet you, too. Apologies if I’m talking weird, I just got my lips done and the numbing cream hasn’t worn off yet,” she explained. “I think choosing the soup would be ill-advised.”

Shonda threw her head back with laughter, clapping her hands together as they sat down. “Does it hurt? I’ve had botox but I’ve never needed my lips doing.”

“Oh, it’s horrible, but I love my pout. I considered botox, but my husband threw a fit. ‘You’re gorgeous, you don’t even have wrinkles! Don’t you go and paralyse your face!’ he shouted at me, muttering something about me ending up looking like Joan Rivers if I started messing with that!” Hannah was in soft fits, imagining Angel getting all wound up about it, as she’d witnessed he had the propensity for a couple of times at that point.  

“So, I have news on the Manny front,” Hannah began, Shonda shifting her focus immediately.

“Oh?” Of course, Hannah had revealed their declarations of love to her bestie the day after they’d happened, calling her while they were still over in Arizona, but she knew nothing of his exit plan.

“He’s telling Carmen this weekend.”  

Shonda’s eyes widened as she poured out water for everyone from the jug provided. “Oooooh, honey child! That’ll go down like a lead balloon!”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, wincing. “He’s preparing himself for huge levels of rage, which is to be expected, really.”

It was what everyone in the know expected, mostly Manny, of course, knowing her as well as he did. At least he had his mind taken off it, with a trip through the tunnels that led him south of the border for three days before he returned home. It was gone midnight when he arrived, the house in darkness, as he expected it to be. What he didn’t expect though upon waking through quietly to the kitchen and turning on the light, was to see the space virtually baren.  

Heading into the lounge, he noticed a distinct lack of items, and when his tour of discovery sent him to the bedroom and bathroom, both of those were also absent of stuff. Namely all of Carmen’s stuff. Moving back to the kitchen, it wasn’t until he took in the fridge door properly that he saw a slip of paper with his name written across it, pulling it from beneath the heavy magnet.  

Manny,

I can’t do this any longer. I’m sorry. I thought I could deal with the fact that you have a child with another woman, but I can’t. You’re right, too. I should be able to, but it isn’t fair on any of us if I stay. I wanted all of this with you, but you have it with someone else already. I don’t want to feel second best to anyone, and I know if I feel second best to a child already, then that isn’t ever going to change. I’m sorry. I hope you don’t hate me. I know I owed you more than a note, but I had to do it like this.  

It would have hurt too much to see you again, and I wouldn’t have left, which is what I needed to do, for myself and you. I shoulder my side of the blame completely and apologise to you for being so awful. I drove the big wedge between us, not Lola. It isn’t her fault. I want you to know this wasn’t easy, but I think us parting ways is for the best. I wish you nothing but good things, I really do.

Carmen x  

He was shocked, but the sigh of relief that exited his throat was huge. The rage he’d anticipated, it hadn’t arrived, because the agent had already gone. Moving to the couch, he sat down, allowing himself time to process it. He might have fallen out of love with her, but a part of him felt mournful over losing the person she was prior to everything changing. He’d been happy with her until he wasn’t, and he wouldn’t be quick to forget that.  

Equally, though, he wouldn’t let it hold him back from moving into his future. immediately picking up his keys again and heading to where the people who he could begin that with resided.  

“Hey handsome,” Hannah mumbled sleepily as she answered the door, feeling a looking a little dishevelled. “Well, you look like you’re in one piece, so that’s something. I take it you’re here because you told her?”

“Sorry to wake you, but I thought you’d want to know this as soon as possible. No, I didn’t tell her,” he began as she shut and re-bolted the door behind him. “Carmen left me while I was away. I got back and all of her stuff was gone. She left a note too, explaining it all, that she didn’t want to be second best to anyone, so knew she couldn’t stay when she knew that’s exactly what she thought she would be.”  

Hannah woke up significantly at that moment. “I don’t believe it.” Her face lit up as she watched the corners of his mouth upturning, leaning down to her tiny height, resting his forehead to hers.

“We finally got a little luck, huh?”

She kissed him, humming happily. “We did, we actually did. Now, can we get a little sleep?”

He laughed, bending to lift her into his arms. “Yeah, darlin’. Sounds good to me.”

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Ten.

I’M SO SORRY I didn’t post this yesterday, besties! I completely forgot, getting sidetracked with working out and chores! Here it is, though. Take your time getting to the next 30 notes, if you like, but if you’re desperate for more then no problem, all up to you guys! Thank you so much for your engagement, as ever! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine

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Words - 2,120

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, look at this, here’s your daddy and you’re just mad as hell! What a welcome, huh?” Hannah spoke over the puce faced, full scale meltdown her daughter was throwing as she opened her front door. Manny took the howling baby immediately, noticing right away how exhausted her mother looked.  

“Now, come on, tiny girl. Ain’t that bad, is it?” he began, talking to her soothingly, wincing when she about blew his left eardrum out, turning to Hannah. “Apparently it is.”  

“She’s been howling for the past half hour, and most of the afternoon. She isn’t running a fever, she’s fed and dry but apparently, she just wants to make me feel like I’m the worst mother on earth while sleep depriving me too, just for good measure!” she exclaimed, but lightly, trying to play it off a little with some humour. To add to it, as soon as Manny sat down on the couch with Lola rested to his chest, she finally stopped. She had to bite her lips together to prevent them from wobbling.  

Of course, he noticed. “When was the last time you got to relax for a while?”

Hannah made a thoughtful face. “Oh, let me think. First trimester, I think.”  

“Shit,” he rumbled, laughing softly before nodding in the direction of her slightly ajar bathroom door. “Go for a soak in the tub, have some you time, go on. I got this one.”

Hannah hesitated; with a look of concern Manny read with one hundred percent accuracy. “It’s alright, Hannah banana. For the last few days, whenever I’ve had a spare moment I’ve been reading up on all this parenting shit. I think I read through about fifty different websites, twenty of which contradicted the one before, so I called for backup. Lily kindly sat and basically wrote me out my own baby book of dos and don’ts, what’s really important, semi-important and what not to worry about. It’s my bible, and I got a good memory, so don’t stress. She’s in good hands.”

She looked placated by that information, smiling fondly, touched that he was really taking the role of daddy very seriously. God, she’d gotten so lucky. “Thank you. I’ll be out in half an hour.”

“Take your time.” He winked, kissing Lola’s soft, sweet-smelling head, Hannah heading into her bathroom, her emotions stirred. There within the dark brown tilled room, the water chugging into the deep tub from the double faucet and filling the air with steam that the whirring extractor took care of, she poured in her bubble bath as silent tears slipped from her eyes. After everything she’d been through, it was such a relief that the man who had fathered her baby was being completely effortless in all of this.  

With Michael, it had been hell. Absolute hell.  

It had started a month and a half after their breakup, Michael calling and asking if they could meet, stating that after having time to reflect and regardless of everything, he missed her. She’d turned down his request, explaining that while she still felt awful over her actions, she was at peace with the result of them. He seemed to take it with grace to begin with, wishing her well... until the text messages began flooding in.  

‘We can make it work, Hannah. Okay, so maybe I’ve been a little too assertive in our relationship, too quick to take the lead, so let’s give it a chance for me to make up for that, give you a little more freedom of choice. How about that?’

Except she’d mentioned the unfairness in the past, and he’d done nothing about it. If he really wanted to change, he would have done so before then. At forty-two years old, he’d had ample time to better himself.

‘Come on, babe. There’s no point ignoring me. You know we’re both at the age now where it makes sense to settle down, so why not with each other now that I’m making the effort to change?’

Except he wasn’t.

‘Hannah, this is fucking ridiculous. You know we’re meant to be together, come on! What, have you found someone else? Just call me, okay?’

And then he began turning up at her apartment, banging on the front door, calling for her to come out and face him, or let him in so they could talk. He’d spend hours out there, becoming verbally aggressive, trying to pick the locks, threatening her if she didn’t let him in. After the third consecutive night, she’d abandoned her hope that he would get bored and called the police, her neighbours also lodging complaints about him disturbing the peace.  

On and on he persisted, even taking to watching her apartment after he’d finished work, following her when she went out to the store or met up with Shonda or her family, even barging his way into the restaurant she and Ange, her sister-in-law had been having dinner at one evening, having to be physically removed by three of the servers, Hannah mortified and frightened by the scene he’d made.  

After that, he went quiet, Hannah thinking that luck might have shone on her a little, recently finding out that she was pregnant, dealing with the stress and shock of that, knowing that she was too far gone for a termination, and even if she wasn’t, deciding that she didn’t actually want one. She very much wanted to be a mother.  

She was twenty-one weeks, with her little bump showing nicely, when Michael made an appearance again, following her from the store one night, confronting her in the parking garage beneath her apartment block. He’d screamed at her so much, she’d trembled in fright, wrapping her arms around her stomach protectively as he’d ranted at her.  

“How dare you do not tell me! How fucking dare you. That’s my child too, Hannah, I have rights, you know!”  

She’d been too frightened by his escalating aggression to reveal the fact that there was only a fifty percent chance that the baby was his. Thankfully, that night she’d had Jayden, her neighbours’ son come to her aid, all six feet six of him towering over Michael, advising that he should back the hell down, watching him leave before insisting on escorting Hannah back upstairs while carrying her groceries, well-mannered kid that he was.  

After that, she’d had his mother on her back, his sisters, and him, so much so she’d had to change her phone number and had, for a while, seriously considered selling her apartment and moving elsewhere. He then began to reach out via email, hundreds of messages per week, continuing to show up on her doorstep, Hannah cataloguing it all before taking it to the police, Ange, Jayden, his parents and a few other neighbours providing statements that backed up her claim for harassment and stalking. To put it mildly, she’d been frightened out of her mind for her safety, with how he’d behaved.

It was only when she’d reached her thirtieth week of pregnancy that finally, the restraining order was put into effect, and everything calmed down. By that time, though, she was exhausted and had been ever since. Raising a baby as a single mother, while continuing to work was the toughest thing she’d ever done.  

Her parents had helped, both doting on Lola, having her to stay overnight on occasion so Hannah could get a full night of sleep and have time to run her errands, but still, it had been so tiring, being the full-time caregiver, doing it all alone.  

Thank heavens she didn’t have to any longer, dying her eyes as she sniffed, undressing and sliding into the bath, sinking down until she was submerged completely. While she was relaxing, Manny was getting to grips with being on dad duty.  

“How the hell can something so small and pretty produce what can only be described as demonic shit? For real, tiny girl. That ain’t right,” he spoke, his daughter now fresh and clean, the offending diaper tied into a bag and condemned to the trash. “I thought I was gonna have to call a priest for a moment. Oh, ya’lll smiling at me now, huh? You think this is funny, don’t you?”

He tickled her, watching her grin grow wider, lifting her up and carrying her back out of her room, glad he’d actually managed to change her successfully without having to call Hannah for help. YouTube videos provided a wealth of information when someone new to all of this – as he very much was – required a little demonstrative instruction.

He’d have been lying if he’d stated he didn’t find it daunting, being responsible for another person, a tiny one at that, but he wouldn’t fail Lola like his own father had failed him. He’d learned that Manuel Snr had passed away seven years ago from colon cancer. He found that quite fitting, that such an asshole be taken out literally by his own asshole. It was something he touched upon later that evening with Hannah, after Lola had thankfully gone to sleep without fuss.  

“I want to thank you again, for stepping up, making all of this so easy,” she told him, Manny reaching to squeeze her hand.  

“I ain’t gonna be no deadbeat dad. I had one of those,” he explained, continuing when Hannah’s face shifted to curiously sympathetic. “He walked out on my mom, my siblings and I when I was five. We never saw him again, not even when my mom managed to locate him in order to serve his no-good ass with divorce papers. He never cared about any of us, but thank fuck I had the best goddamned male role model in my gramps. He raised me better than to abandon a child, and I wouldn’t anyway, because no kid deserves their dad to be that fuckin’ selfish, you know?”

“Jesus, that’s awful.” She shook her head, her forehead creasing. “I’m so sorry you had that happen to you.”  

“Don’t be,” he assured, “because if I hadn’t, I likely wouldn’t have had such a healthy childhood, growing up on the ranch in La Paz County. It’s beautiful out there.”  

“You grew up on a ranch? What, with cattle and horses and everything?” she exclaimed softly, her eyes lighting up. “You only mentioned that you’d moved to Yuma because of a girl, and then ended up here because of, what was it you called it, a conflict of interests in your club back there. I never knew about the ranch!”

“Yeah, Blackstone Ranch was my home until I was twenty-five. Long days, hard work, but it was cool. I miss it sometimes, being on horseback for most of the day, out in the wilds,” he revealed, Hannah continuing to look amazed.

“Oh wow, you can ride? You actually worked there, too?”

“Hell yeah, darlin’. I was a cowboy before I switched to being a Mayan. My gramps got me up on quarter horse when I was six. He didn’t believe in letting me learn on a pony, and for that I thank him. I got good control. Whenever I go back, he gets me up on the unruly youngsters, because I’m hard to throw. I got an ass like glue once it hits the saddle.”

“This is so fascinating! I rode for a little bit as a child, but I quit after falling and breaking my collarbone. I know I shouldn’t have, that I should have got back on, but that nasty pain kinda scared me out of the saddle,” she shared, Manny nodding.

“Well, gramps asked when I’d be coming to visit so he and my gran can meet Lola. We’ll have to get you back up on a horse while we’re there.”  

Her face was a picture of trepidation, but inside, she sparkled at the prospect, of being introduced to his family, seeing the world he’d come from. “Do you ever miss it?”

“I do,” he began candidly. “Not the 4am starts, but I miss my grandparents, and my horse. I got a mare called Midnight, most beautiful, soulful horse in the world. Gramps made me break her in as a crazy two-year-old when I was eighteen. She’s mostly retired now, but she doesn’t have a clue that she’s twenty-three and technically on her way to being an old gal. She still loves to run; still jumps anything you point her at. Typical Mustang, she’ll be all fire until the day she dies.”

Listening to him speak of his old life, and his plans to include her in revisiting it made her chest flood with warmth. And then it hit her.  

He was engaged.  

Just when things were seeming to become simpler for her.  

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Nine.

Happy Friday, besties! Awww, it makes me so happy to see you all enjoying this, it really does. I love to create something that gets people talking, and thank you so much for investing in it :) If you want to go slower with the notes over the weekend to get to 30 then go for it, completely up to you, as ever :) Now, back to the story. You all get to meet Manny’s grandpa. Something tells me you’re going to like Ed... 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,288

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“You fucking what?”

Oh yes. There went the sound barrier. And his eardrums.  

“Baby, I’m so sorry. This is a shock, I know it is, I know,” he began, his fiancée amping up to irate within a blink.

“How could you do this to me!”

“It happened before I met you, Carmen,” he revealed, attempting to placate her.

“And how do you know she’s yours, huh? This bitch could be just passing her off as yours, could have had any number of dicks all up in her and she’s trying to pin it on you!” His eyebrows knitted at that.

“Hannah isn’t a bitch. She’s a nice girl who I ended up having a one-night stand with. Trust me, I believe her when she says she knows I’m the father. The only other guy it could have been didn’t match on a paternity test. Plus, you ain’t seen the kid. She’s my double. Ain’t no doubt over her parentage, mi dulce. She’s mine.”

“And so, what now? What does this mean, going forward? She sticking you for child support, huh?” Money. Of course, that would be at the forefront of her mind. It always was. “We have a wedding to pay for, you know!”  

Manny took a breath, opening the fridge and pulling a beer out, twisting the cap off before swinging the door shut and leaning back against it. “She didn’t mention anything about child support, but I will be contributing. Ain’t no question there. That don’t mean you go without anything, though. I make good bank, you know that.”  

Despite the fact she was being selfish and thinking of herself first in all of this, Manny was, as ever, understanding, selfless as he was. At that moment, Carmen was of course tits deep in the world according to bride, not wanting anything to get in the way of her special day. He wouldn’t let it either, he loved her, after all. At the same time, though, he would not welch on a commitment to his own blood.  

“I’m going for a bath.” She tore a path through the kitchen, out towards the bathroom, the door slamming shut. He couldn’t help but note that she hadn’t even asked him, not once, how he was coping with the news. It was all about how it affected her.  

‘I’m mindful of what I just dropped on you, and it matters to me, that you’re alright with it.’

Hannah’s concern came back to him immediately, wanting to make sure he was okay after her life changing revelation. The difference was not lost on him. He sighed, pulling his phone out, scrolling through to the pictures he’d taken, pictures of his baby, ones Hannah had taken of him holding her, too, smiling widely. Oh, she was so beautiful, such a precious little thing.  

“As if I made something as fucking perfect as you, Lola Lydia Gray,” he beamed, his thumb stroking her image. “Shit, I’m a dad. I’m someone’s dad.”  

It was there that his thoughts went to his own father, Manny’s mouth thinning as he moved to go and sit down in the lounge. Manuel Santiago Snr had walked out on him, his mother and two sisters when he was five, the family moving back to his mother’s home of La Paz County, Arizona, to live with a considerably better father figure; his grandfather, Ed.  

Edward Ellison was a formidable force, half Apache, half white, and one hundred percent no nonsense. A rancher all his life, working fourteen hours a day, come rain or shine, producing some of the best, if not the best beef cattle in Arizona, breeding horses as well as a lucrative second income. A tough life for a tough man. He had perhaps the kindest heart Manny had ever encountered for his family and friends, but still, there was no doubting his mettle.  

He sat and remembered the first time he’d ever put him on a horse as a six-year-old kid. Not a pony, oh no. A fully grown quarter horse. ‘The boy needs to learn if he’s gon’ drive cattle in’ he’d explained, when his mom had pitched somewhat of a fit about seeing her little boy sitting up on a huge steed led by her father, Manny’s feet barely reaching the bottom of the saddle flaps. He had got him something a little more suitable once he did learn, though, a little dappled grey horse of just over fourteen hands in height named Chester.

Driving cattle was exactly what Manny had done, too, until he was twenty-four, spending eight years working the same hard job. It was rewarding, but he couldn’t continue, meeting a girl who lived over in Yuma and leaving to join her down there. His relationship with Corrine hadn’t lasted, but the outlaw life he’d fallen into had.  

She’d been the daughter of one of the members of the Yuma charter of the MC, hence how he got involved in it all in the first place. He missed the ranch sometimes, but definitely not the 4am starts of a morning. Thinking of his grandpa, Manny knew he was the first person he wanted to reveal the news to.  

“Hey mijo, hold on. He’s in the kitchen, doing something to the coffee machine,” his grandmother, Rosita spoke, the words ‘I’m trying to fix the godforsaken thing, Rosie!’ muttered from his grandpa, Ed taking the phone.

“You’re calling late.”

Manny checked the time on his phone. “It’s 8:06pm, gramps.”

“That’s late for me, you know I go to bed at eight thirty.” It was true, he did. In bed by eight thirty and out of it by 4am, even still at seventy-one years old.  

He couldn’t help but be smart. “Well then we have just over twenty minutes, don’t we?”  

“Fucking kids and their sass,” Ed muttered, Manny laughing. “So, how are you?”

“I’m great, gramps, really good. I had some news today, and you’re the first person I wanted to tell. I’m a dad.”

Ed stood much taller than his 6ft 2 height at hearing that, a smile lighting up his still handsome features. “You and Carmen ain’t wasting any time, huh? Congratulations, son. When’s she due?”

“Um, that’s the thing. Baby is here already, twelve weeks old, and not Carmen’s.” He waited for it; the no doubt comically delivered reaction.

“You been philandering in some other woman’s honey pot, boy?” He didn’t disappoint, his grandson hissing softly with laughter.

“Yep, but this was before I met Carmen,” he explained, Ed snorting.

“You were cutting that finer than a flea’s nut sack hair!”

Manny was in hysterics at his words, sipping his beer. “I met her two months after I was with Hannah, that’s my baby mama, by the way. Well, I wasn’t really with her, more of a one-night thing.”

Ed sighed, coughing as he let himself out of the back door, looking out over his vast property as he sat down in the porch chair. “Still no fan of condoms, then?”

“Nope,” Manny confessed, knowing it was bad. HPV had made him finally learn his lesson, though.  

“Cesspool,” Ed grunted. “I’m surprised your dick ain’t dropped off yet.” He rummaged in his pocket, taking out one of his slim cigars and lighting up. “So, what kind is my first great grandbaby? Pink or blue?” His comment sparked a memory of the time his grandmother had bought him a new shirt, one he’d refused to wear in his stubbornness, all because it had a trace of dark pink in the plaid, Manny laughing softly through his nose at how rigid his grandpa could be over such simple things as colours.

“Pink, her name’s Lola,” Manny revealed proudly. “Hold on, I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright, I’ll put you on the speaker phone so I can talk and look.” Manny accessed his pictures on a message, clicking a few and sending them through. A few seconds passed before Ed’s phone pinged, and then a couple more before he spoke again. “Aw, hell. Would you look at that little face. She’s a peach, boy. Damn, she looks the double of your mama when she was a baby. When you bringing her here so granny and I can meet her?”

“I dunno. I only found out today, so let me settle into a routine of things with Hannah first and I’ll see.”

Ed made a ‘umhm’ noise, taking a drag on his cigar. “You told your mama yet?”

“Nah, I’m working up to that. I kinda guess she’s gon’ scream at me.” Truly an understatement if ever there was one.  

“Well, of course she will. She inherited her mother’s lungs, if nothing else. How about Carmen, is she good about it all?”

Manny sniffed, finishing his beer, rising from the couch to go and fetch another. “Not really, but I’m guessing she needs time to get used to the idea.”

“Hmm.” Ed’s tone was non-comital, choosing not to voice the truth that he wasn’t surprised at all. He didn’t care for Carmen one bit. ‘That girl, she’s bougee and self-centred. Ain’t what he needs’ he’d said to his darling Rosita after meeting her for the first time. “Yeah, I guess she’ll come round to it, eventually.” Instead of being his usual, mildly abrasive, truth spewing self, he chose diplomacy. His grandson had enough to think about, without him throwing in his two cents.  

Manny said he’d call again soon, Ed telling him he’d relay the news to his grandma before getting off, leaving him to make the phone call he was carrying a certain amount of mild dread over.  

“You fathered a child with a woman who isn’t the one you’re marrying? For the love of god, Manuel! How could you be so reckless? Poor Carmen! This must be breaking her heart, and who is this woman you got pregnant in the first place? Is she an ex-girlfriend? Please don’t tell me it’s that little whore from the dry cleaners, I couldn’t stand her and...”

“Mom, breathe,” he interjected with.

“It’s her, isn’t it? It’s that girl! Oh my god, I need a drink! I mean, did I not always tell you to fucking use contraception? You’re thirty-nine, for heaven’s sake, and...”

“Mom, I’m sending you a picture.”  

“...I’d like to think that you’re at the age where you’d kno-OH MY GOD! She’s so beautiful!”  

He knew that would shut her up.  

“Ain’t she? Her name’s Lola, and no, she isn’t Esther’s. Her mom is a girl named Hannah, she’s really nice, you’ll like her,” he explained, hearing his mother virtually whimpering with joy on the other end of the line.  

“How old is she?”

“What, Hannah or bubs?”

Val sighed audibly. “The baby! As long as this Hannah girl is over eighteen then It's all good.”

“Oh yeah, well over. She’s fifty-two.”

“Manny!”  

He laughed hard, never able to resist winding the key in his mother’s back and watching her go. “I’m just playing, calm down! She’s twelve weeks, well, a little under actually. And Hannah is thirty-eight.”

“So, when can I meet her?”

He told her the same thing he had his grandpa, his mom understanding and asking him to please send more photographs in the meantime. They chatted a little more before ending the call, just as Carmen was exiting the bathroom, swathed in towels and still looking sour. “You have a nice bath, mamas?”

No reply.  

“Baby, come on. Can we just sit down and talk about this calmly?” he tried with again.

“Fuck you!” 

He winced at her ire, shaking his head as the lounge door slammed shut, picking up the remote and turning the TV on, wishing he wasn’t already four beers in so he could head back to the clubhouse and hang out. He’d come home early at Carmen’s request so he could spend some time with her, but now that idea was shot to shit entirely. He got it, why she was mad, but he couldn’t help it. A baby didn’t come with a return to sender option. Besides, he wouldn’t want her to. He was thrilled at becoming a father; he just hoped his fiancée would land on the same page sooner rather than later.  

It was a few days before she seemed to settle a little more, but he knew she was still pretty sour over the whole thing.  

“Hey yo, come look at this,” he called to Lily and Jodie a few days later, he and Carmen hanging out at the clubhouse, Angel and EZ’s wives approaching to look at the picture he showed them.  

“Awwwww! Look her smile!” Jodie gushed, bouncing on the spot, grasping her hands to her own heavily pregnant belly, Lily reading the message that accompanied it.  

“Hey daddy, look how happy I am that I just spit up all over the seventh romper mommy put me in today. Can’t wait to see you on Friday and puke all over you, too! Love Lola. Oh, that’s so sweet!”

“I know, right? She always sends a little message like it’s from the baby. Imma ruin my street cred thinking that shit is adorable, but I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed.

“You shouldn’t! She’s your first born, it’s an exciting time for you,” Jodie enthused, rubbing his arm affectionately. Carmen was within earshot, snorting and throwing herself down from the barstool, stomping out of the clubhouse. “Something I said?”

“Naw, baby girl. She’s just having a time of it, adjusting to the fact.” he replied, Jodie nodding sagely. She’d expected as much, but what Manny didn’t expect was to get blasted about it as soon as they walked through the front door upon their arrival home a few hours on.  

Carmen, it seemed, was not done being pissed off about it just yet.