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danzer8705 · 2 years ago

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Just Pretend

Chapter One:Princess of Santo Padre

"Curiosity often leads to trouble"

-Alice in Wonderland (1951)

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"¿Tienes algún plan hoy, niña?" (Do You have any plans today baby girl? ) My father asked as I helped him bring in my luggage to abuela's house and into the spare room.

I simply shook my head.

"No, other than going to lunch with Emily. You know she's going to have my head if I don't come meet her and Miguel's son" I replied, finishing off a tight dutch braid of my hair.

"¿Por qué? ¿El club me necesita?" (Why? Does the club need me?) I paused briefly.

He simply chuckled and came over to me, kissing the top of my head.

"tu dedicación a este club me hace pensar que eres miembro de este club" (Your dedication to this club makes me think you're apart of this club) he replied. I simply smiled and finished off the second braid.

"I'm going to head out, they need me in templo.. something about going to base town." He spoke, placing a kiss on my head and heading out the door.

I simply smiled and stood up, walking him to the door and making sure he put on his helmet when riding.

"You know, it's almost like you care about his safety more then me, Fleur" I heard from my best friend. I simply flipped him off.

"Angel, leave her alone. You and I both know she will gut you like a pig" my father spoke and I shook my head.

Its always these damn men.

As i finished getting ready for the day, my phone went off, noticing it was Emily I smiled and answered.

"If you're calling to ask me to babysit absolutely. I'll watch my god baby" I smiled, picking out the days outfit.

"I was actually calling to see if you wanted to have lunch. Miguel is busy doing some kind of work and I don't want to stay in the house with Dita.." Emily spoke, the irritation in her voice evident when she spoke of Dita.

"Emily.. I love you to death. But give me a break on the Dita thing. That's your mother in law..you have got to understand her side of things" I replied. I decided on a simple pair of leggings, a nice and flowy t shirt and a pair of converses. It was extremely hot today in Santo Padre, I wasn't going to try dying just because I wanted to look cute.

"Nicole.. I do understand her side. But she's just so... pushy. Its as if she wishes she was me instead of in her own position. " I could hear the frustration and decided just to bed it. I didn't want to deal with her anger.

"So, where for lunch?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and purse.

"Just here. If its okay, Nestor is picking you up on the way to Miguel."

I sighed. Nestor was Miguel's best friend, and he was merciless. A beautiful, but very troubled man. He was Miguel's right hand, and also his best friend.

As I went to go outside to my car Nestor was already there in the famous black escalade.

"Yeah, he's already here Em. I'll see you soon!" I smiled, hanging up.

I peered at Nestor, whom seemed to be as enthused with me as I was him.

"You gonna let me sit up front or am I still subjected to the back seat?" I asked. He stared me down, the dark orbs of his eyes peering back at me. He cracked a smile and shook his head.

"Always a pleasure, Fleur." He opened the passenger door and waited for me to get in.

" Don't call me that, Duendecillo" (gremlin) I climbed into my seat and put the seat belt on, not trusting his ability to drive. Nestor scoffed and rounded to the drivers side of the vehicle.

"You really ought to give him a chance, Nicole. Hes not that bad." I heard Miguel say from behind me.

"Jesucristo, Miguel. Tienes que dejar de hacerme esa mierda sabiendo muy bien que tengo un corazón débil." (Jesus christ, miguel. You have got to stop doing that shit to me knowing damn good and well I have a weak heart.)

Miguel laughed, shaking his head. Nestor got into the vehicle and put his sunglasses back on, pulling out of the driveway.

"And give him a chance for what? To teach me how to braid my own hair?" I turned in my seat to face my bestfriends husband. I started playing with the end of Nestor's braid, much to his disapproval. I smiled and yanked it a bit, just for him to turn his attention towards me and give me a look that would normally make me melt, but only added fuel to the fire.

"I can't wait to kill you" he simply spoke, and I sat back in my seat.

"First of all, you can't. Emily would have your head and bitch to Miguel which we both know won't go over well. Secondly, where the fuck are you driving? Did you braid your hair too tight because this isn't the way to the estate" I replied. It wasn't a lie.. we weren't even headed in the same direction as Emily and Miguel's home was.

Miguel coughed uncomfortably in his seat, and I looked at him through the mirror. His eyes screamed for me to just please give him a break from our bickering and I sighed, knodding.

Eventually we did stop at an abandoned building, and a group of motorcycles stood outside the entrance.

"Wait, Miguel. Why is my father and the MC here? What's going on?" I asked, turning in my seat.

"It's just a small detour for buisness. I asked the MC for a favor on something and they simply complied. I hope you don't mind.. I can have Nestor drive you to Emily and Cristobal shortly.." he continued but I shrugged.

"No, it's ok. I can visit my father for some more time. " I smiled quickly and got out of the vehicle, being met by my tio bishop.

"Niña, ¿qué haces aquí?" (Baby girl, what are you doing here?) He asked, giving me a quick hug. He was always so protective of me, especially since his son, my cousin, passed away a few years ago. I think he took to me as if I was his own daughter..which was fine. Between him, my father and tio Marcus I was the princess of the Mayans.

"Quick detour, I was on the way to visit Emily. They picked me up. " I replied, looking quickly at Nestor and Miguel.

My eyes set on Nestor, who was standing against the vehicle. His eyes seemed to be trailing me, and as they set on mine he quickly turned his attention away.

We walked in and there was a bigger man tied to a church pew, this must of been what my father was talking about when he said that they were going to Base Town. For some strange reason, Miguel put on a yellow rain coat and it made me giggle.

"Look at him! He looks like he's going to audition for the role of georgie in IT" I quietly spoke to Angel, causing him to giggle.

"Nikki, stop." He replied and I couldn't help myself, I kept going.

"What? Look at him! He about to start singing and shit about dancing in the rain!" I replied, laughing harder. The attention in the room turned to us and I shrugged.

"My apologies" I very quickly spoke, Nestor looking at me with an annoyed look on his face. I shook my head at him and flipped him off, adding what ever fuel to a fire i could.

Miguel turned back to the bound man, starting to question him.

"You ever meet her?" He asked, crossing his hands infront of him.

"Never in person. She'd give us a call or a text, gave us a drop point" the man replied.

"Where?"

"Indio Quarry. We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash. Never saw a face..no names.."

Nestor grabbed a bag off of the table behind him, handing it and its contents to Miguel.

"Found this in your jeep. Payment?"

"She didn't tell us it was the cartel..I swear" the man replied.

"Bullshit, your men were told of the fact it was the Galindo Cartel when they robbed the MC. "I spat out, getting annoyed.

"Not now, Fluer. Please. " Miguel spoke to me, turning his attention back to the man.

"Was she.. American?" Miguel spoke.

"No.. spoke English, but she was latina i think. Young. She sounded young. " the man replied. He looked so scared, but I knew it was a guise. I walked to Nestor who was playing with various knives, and picked up a machete.

"Unless you plan on getting your shirt stained and having a meltdown, put it down." Nestor spoke, not bothering to even look at me.

"Nestor, I think you did your braids too tight. You're forgetting I don't have meltdowns over blood on me.. you forget so easily." I cupped his face, smiling.

I walked away from him with the weapon in hand, towards the man. As Miguel turned around I lifted the weapon, and swung it down on the man's arm. He cried out in pain, obviously. His blood splattered on my face, my clothes..

Some of the Mayans who weren't familar with me looked at me in terror, my father simply shook his head and Miguel sighed, shaking his head.

"Nicole... we have people for that. " he spoke, but I put my hand up.

"He basically took food out of Cristobal's tummy. It needed to be done. Besides.. pigtails over there shouldn't be the only one to have fun" i replied. I walked back over to Nestor smiling. The look in his eyes was something different and I just stared at him, using his button up to wipe the blood off my face quickly.

"Dont ever doubt me again, pigtails. " I said quietly to him and walked back outside.

This was going to be fun.

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oceteva · 4 years ago

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Caught In The Middle | Mayans MC ~ Breakfast

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Victoria released a groan filled with soreness and exhaustion as she pushed herself to sit up in her queen sized bed with only one good arm. The Miller woman glanced over to her alarm clock and noticed that it read in bright green numbers that it was only seven-fifteen in the morning.

Victoria furrowed her brows in slight confusion as to what woke her up. She had called into work to say she wasn't going to be coming in, so it puzzled her as to why she was awoken so early when she usually slept late during her days off. However, Victoria didn't have to question herself for much longer when she suddenly heard a loud banging coming from somewhere in the house.

The pediatric nurse immediately became worried about the noise coming from her single home - especially after her eventful night with the Galindo family - so Victoria quickly opened up her bedside table for her protection weapon before she quietly cursed. Victoria finally came to realize that she left her gun in the middle of the desert.

"Shit," the Miller woman whispered before her hazel eyes hurriedly scanned her bedroom for a weapon while she continued to hear loud noises coming from somewhere in her house. Victoria sighed in relief when she spotted a metal baseball bat leaning beside her closet door. Thank God for protective bikers, Victoria thought as she quietly tip toed over to the weapon.

Victoria carefully tightened her one good hand around the metal bat before she, as silently as she could, opened up her bedroom door and tip toed into the hallway. Once Victoria was out of her bedroom, she realized that the banging sound was coming from the kitchen area. Why the hell is someone in my kitchen? Victoria wondered in confusion.

The Miller woman knew it was pointless to question herself, though, so she ignored her puzzlement as she slowly and silently continued to travel through her house with her metal baseball bat settled high onto her shoulder incase there was someone dangerous in her house.

Victoria paused once she reached the entryway of her kitchen as her brows, once again, furrowed at what she was seeing. Inside of her small and homey kitchen was a familiar back covered in the signature Mayans kutte standing in front of her stove. "A-Angel?" The Miller woman cautiously called out as she slowly settled the heavy bat against her thigh before she inquired once he swiftly turned around to face her, "w-what are you doing here?"

The Reyes man flinched when he heard Victoria's voice before he swore, "shit," as he had planned on surprising the busy nurse with breakfast after her medical conference. "You aren't supposed to here ye-" Angel began as he turned around to face the brunette woman before he suddenly froze when he saw Victoria's injures.

Angel instantly forgot about the pancakes he was making as he carelessly dropped the plastic spatula down onto the ground before he hurriedly crossed the room and cradled Victoria's face gently in his large hands. "What the hell happened, mi princesa?" The Reyes man hurriedly interrogated as he tried to control the anger in his voice, "who did this to you? What happened in Stanford? Why didn't you call me or El Padrino?"

Angel felt like he was going out of his mind in worry as his brown irises glanced at the scratches and bruises that littered the brunette woman's face and arms before his gaze settled harshly onto the makeshift sling. The Mayan felt like his brain was working in overdrive as his mind went through all of the horrible possibilities of what could have happened to his girl and it was driving him mad with worry and a little bit a guilt that he hadn't been there for Victoria.

The Miller woman shot Angel the tiniest of smiles before she lied as she tried to continue to hide what really happened last night, "it was just an accident." Victoria knew it was pointless to continue her lie when she was talking with the very protective Angel but she still tried to anyway. She just didn't want to worry Angel too much or he would probably end up locking her up with no way of helping Emily bring back her son to them and she couldn't let that happen.

However, unluckily for Victoria, the Reyes man didn't believe her lie for even a second as he shot the brunette woman a warning glare. "Don't you dare lie, Victoria, not to me," Angel commanded before he took a deep breath to calm his rage for who could have injured his princesa. Once Angel felt a bit of his anger leave his body, the Mayans member asked once more as he stared deeply into Victoria's hazel irises, "who did this to you?"

The Miller woman released a heavy and slightly painful sigh as she knew that she couldn't lie to Angel anymore. It was stupid of her to even think she would be able to keep up her lie when Angel has always been very protective and perspective about her body language and responses over the years. Plus, Victoria figured it would best to just lay out all the cards as it pained her for even a day to lie to her best friend.

"We should take a seat," Victoria quietly muttered as she carefully moved out of Angel's grasp without hurting herself even more. The Miller woman silently placed the metal bat onto her wooden kitchen table before she slowly lowered her sore body into the closest chair that adored her small and round table that only fitted four people.

The Reyes man had anger, confusion, and worry radiating from his warm body as he quietly followed behind Victoria. The Mayans member took the seat right next to brunette woman, so he could feel her and protect her if he had to or it was just because he needed to feel her warmth after knowing she had to go through something so horrible by herself -- that was the guilty part inside of Angel.

The silence in the Miller kitchen continued for a solid three minutes before Angel couldn't take it any longer. "You're scaring me," the Reyes man mumbled when Victoria only continued to stare over at him. Angel felt like his body was going to explode any second now. He felt like he needed to teach someone a lesson but he also felt like he needed to hold Victoria from anymore dangers in their lives.

The Miller woman released another heavy sigh as she continued to gaze across at Angel before she finally spoke as she requested while she anxiously rubbed her thumb across the lines on the wooden kitchen table, "I'm about to tell you something and you might get pissed, but please, let me talk, okay?"

Angel furrowed his brows in confusion but he nodded his head, anyway, as he knew it was the only way the pediatric nurse was going to tell him what happened to her. The Reyes man silently reached across the table and gently grabbed ahold of Victoria's good hand before he began to rub his thumb against her palm as he softly murmured, "I'll listen."

Victoria, once again, let out another deep but shaky breath as she prepared herself for the anger that she knew was going to be coming from the protective Reyes. However, Victoria knew the issue wasn't going to disappear, so she decided to just rip the band-aide right off but slowly as she knew how Angel's temper could get.

"Alright," Victoria began, "so a week or two ago, I ran into Emily in town." The Miller woman silently nodded her head when she noticed Angel's thinking face before she stated, "yes, that Emily." Victoria reached over and gave the Reyes man's hand a tiny squeeze before she continued, "anyway, we got to talking and we made a plan to have dinner - which is where I was last night."

The Reyes man immediately furrowed his dark eyebrows together when he realize Victoria had lied to him about her whereabouts. However, before Angel could interrupt, the Miller woman gave Angel a pointed look to remind him of his promise before Victoria continued after Angel huffed in annoyance, "I went to dinner with Emily and Miguel. Everything went perfect until we were heading back to Santo Padre."

The pediatric nurse took a nervous and shaky breath as she connected her hazel irises with Angel's brown ones before she confessed the part that would anger the Mayan the most, "t-there was an accident. It was the rebels, Ange."

The Mayans member's brown eyes instantly widened as he knew exactly what Victoria was speaking about. "Fuck," Angel swore angrily as she ran his fingers through his dark hair. Angel was furious because Adelita told him last week that the rebels were going to hit the Galindo cartel where it would hurt but he would never imagine that Victoria would be caught in the middle of it as well.

Angel hurriedly stood up from the table before he cautiously but quickly pulled the Miller woman up from her chair. The Reyes man pulled Victoria tightly into his chest before he practically growled against her temple, "mi amor, are you fucking crazy?" Angel took a deep breath to contain his anger before he asked softer as he ran his large hand down her back, "what were you thinking dancing with the devil?"

The Miller woman used her one good arm to wrap around Angel's waist and gave his body a small squeeze before she softly assured the Mayan as she laid her right cheek onto his warm chest, "I'm fine, Ange." Victoria lifted her head after a moment to connect her hazel irises with Angel's brown ones before she assured him, "I'm good. I'm slowly healing now and besides, Nestor took me home, so I'm safe now."

Angel immediately pulled back when he heard the name of Galindo's assassin before he stared into Victoria's hazel eyes with his brown ones slightly widened. "That fucking psychopath?" The older Reyes asked before he shook his head as if he was scolding the pediatric nurse. "Mi amor, that guy is dangerous," Angel warned the Miller woman. "He's probably worst than Galindo himself," the Mayan exclaimed with a humorless chuckle.

Victoria lightly shrugged her good arm before she defended Nestor, "he's not so bad." The Miller woman knew Nestor got a bad rap from everyone in Santo Padre but he wasn't that bad that he would hurt her. Victoria hadn't known the Oceteva man that long but he was very kind and careful around her, so she didn't see any reason to really worry about Nestor.

"You know you can't trust anyone who isn't the Mayans," Angel reminded the Miller woman before he added as he thought about the assassin, "especially when it's someone who's working for Galindo." The older Reyes had met Nestor a hand full of times and he had never set well with Angel. He always felt like Nestor thought he was better than everyone else because he's best friends with Miguel and he was just too cocky for Angel's liking.

Victoria couldn't help but stay silent at the Mayan's words. She didn't usually trust people straight away from her life in Charming and with Motorcycle clubs in general but there was just something about Nestor that made Victoria want to trust him wholeheartedly. The Oceteva man haven't gave her any reason to not trust him, so Victoria couldn't agree with Angel like she usually did.

Victoria wasn't just going to judge Nestor because of his career choice or who he surrounded himself with. That would be hypocritical of her when she had surrounded herself with people who others would consider 'bad people' her entire life. She wasn't any better or different from Nestor, so she had no reason to not trust Nestor at the moment.

The Reyes man didn't really like how Victoria stayed silent to her not trusting someone in Galindo's circle but he didn't push it when he was more worried about her. "So, what exactly happened last night?" Angel questioned as he lightly ran his thumb across the palm of Victoria's good hand as if he needed to touch her to make sure she was okay.

Victoria released a heavy sigh as the memories of the last two days came into her mind before she took a seat back at her small, round kitchen table as she prepared herself for her story. "It all happened after dinner when we were on our way back to Santo Padre," Victoria began to tell Angel what happened once he joined her at the table, "we were driving down a dark road when this car ran the SUV off of the road. The car had flipped multiple times, I think."

Victoria lightly shook her head with her brows pulled together. "I think I passed out for a few seconds or minutes, I'm not sure," Victoria mumbled before she focused back onto the story. "Anyway, I don't really remember much about what happened but what I can recall is that one of them shot and killed the Galindo family's bodyguard when he told the Rebels to leave," Victoria recalled before she pointed towards the bruises on her face.

"That is from when I got into a fight with one of the males," Victoria explained before she added with a humorless chuckle, "I was trying to protect Cristobal and Emily and they didn't exactly like that I was fighting back." The Miller woman glanced down to her arm in the sling before she mumbled with a frown, "that's when they snapped my arm and escaped with the baby."

Victoria knew it wasn't her fault and that there was no way she could have stopped three rebels on her own but she still feel felt guilty that she wasn't able to keep her childhood best friend's child safe. The pediatric nurse just wished that she could have fought and tried harder to keep baby Cristobal away from the rebels.

Angel was absolutely livid after hearing everything that Victoria had to go through. Angel was pissed because he knew that this was going to happen but he hadn't done his job in keeping Victoria safe like he has always promised to her, to Happy, to Pops, and to Jax. The Mayan was even more pissed because Adelita swore no one would be hurt. But most of all, Angel was pissed at himself for putting Victoria in danger without even thinking about this possible outcome.

The Miller woman honestly thought Angel was pissed because a child had been hurt but other than that, she didn't understand why his face was turning so red with anger or why he was pacing her kitchen while he cursed up a storm. It wasn't like she was hurt that bad, so it couldn't be that.

"Are you okay?" Victoria cautiously asked before she quickly added as if to assure the Mayan, "I'm sure Galindo will have all his people out looking for their son." Well, at least, that was what Victoria was hoping. Victoria really hoped that Miguel will be able to find the baby as quickly as possible with the help of all the people he knows. No child should be put in the middle of all of this.

The Reyes man had his back towards Victoria as she spoke and he was glad that he did, so she didn't see the mixed emotions he had when Angel ultimately decided that he would lie to her. Angel didn't want the Miller woman to be even more involved than she already was with the Galindo family after what happened with the rebels and he wanted to keep Victoria as safe as possible, so Angel figured his best option was to lie.

So with his plan in mind, the Reyes man took a silent deep breath to get control of his anger before he slowly turned to face the worried Miller woman with a calm and unbothered facial expression. "I'm good," Angel muttered as he took at seat back at the kitchen before he gently grabbed ahold of Victoria's good hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I was just thinking that Bishop will want to hear about this and help find the kid," Angel lied right out of his ass when he already knew who had the Galindo child.

"That's good," Victoria muttered after she released a small sigh of relief. "They need all the help that they can get," the Miller woman commented. Victoria furrowed her brows as she added, "I don't know much about the whole cartel business but I know it's gonna be hard to get Cristobal back from the rebels."

Victoria only knew things about the rebels from what she had seen from the news but she was still incredibly worried for the small child. The Miller woman had seen first hand how much it screws up a small child from being caught in the middle of something like this.

Victoria could remember like it was just yesterday about how much Abel had struggled when they finally brought him home from the IRA. The Teller boy was very quiet and cried for months after the fact before he was himself again. Luckily, Cristobal is younger than Abel, so hopefully he won't suffer as much.

The Reyes man leaned over the table and placed a soft kiss onto Victoria's temple. "Don't worry too much, mi princesa," Angel told the Miller woman before he assured her, "Galindo has an army behind. I'm sure the kid will be back home before you know it." The Mayan firstly wanted to calm Victoria's worrying but he also wanted to try to get her mind off of it because he know how much Victoria liked to help the people she cares about - Emily - and he definitely didn't need the pediatric nurse to get involved into this.

Angel stood up from the kitchen chair as he focused on distracting the Miller woman from everything that was going on before he muttered as he decided to focus back onto the food that he had been preparing, "let's see if I can save breakfast."

Victoria lightly chuckled as she could definitely smell the burnt pancakes on the stove. The Miller woman slowly stood up from her seat as well before she suggested, "why don't we just go down to the diner for some breakfast that we know will taste good?" Victoria didn't exactly trust Angel in her kitchen and she was too tired to babysit him right now like she usually did when he wants to cook.

The Mayan instantly turned towards Victoria as if she had just offended him. "I know how to cook!" Angel loudly exclaimed before he quietly mumbled as he turned around and looked down to the burnt pan of pancakes, "you just took me by surprise, that's all."

"Well, my bad," the Miller woman giggled as she leaned the right side of her body against the counter while she stared up at Angel in amusement. "I'll make sure to not to get hurt again for the sake of your breakfast skills," Victoria sarcastically joked since they would usually cook together.

Angel turned his head and looked over to the pediatric nurse with a deep frown embedded on his face. "Don't joke about that," the Reyes man ordered as he still felt so much guilt over Victoria's injuries. "It's not funny," Angel quietly mumbled as he cautiously grasped Victoria's bruised face between his large and rough hands.

"I'm sorry," the Miller woman sincerely apologized as she could see how serious the biker was taking her injuries before she leaned up and pulled Angel into a gentle kiss. "You know I use humor to deal with things," Victoria mentioned with a small pout.

Angel couldn't help but release a small chuckle as he nodded his head. "Yeah, I know," the Mayan murmured before he placed another kiss onto Victoria's soft lips. "Now, go sit down," Angel ordered after he took a step back from the pediatric nurse before he told her, "I'll fix us something to eat."

Victoria took another glance down to her burnt pan on the stove before she inquired in worry for the sake of her kitchen, "are you sure you don't need any help?" Victoria absolutely adored Angel to death but she did not trust him to not burn down her house.

"I know it looks bad," Angel muttered as he tossed the ruined pan into the sink to clean later before he promised, "but we still have eggs and bacon, so it's not totally ruined." The Mayan wanted Victoria to have a semi-good practice, so he begin to move around the nurse's kitchen like a top chef as he quickly grabbed a new pan from the cabinet underneath the stove and placed it onto the burner before he swiftly jogged to the refrigerator and grabbed the pack of bacon and the carton of eggs.

"Do you need a hand?" The Miller woman inquired after watching Angel run around her kitchen with amusement all throughout her hazel eyes. Victoria found it cute how serious Angel was taking breakfast when they could just go a few miles away for a hot meal at their regular diner spot.

"I told you, I got this, mi princesa," Angel confidently exclaimed before he focused his brown eyes on placing the maple smoked bacon into the heated pan. "You just go sit at the table and look pretty," the Reyes man ordered as he shot Victoria a teasing grin before he quickly focused back onto not burning the bacon.

The Miller woman pouted when Angel completely denied her help at cooking before she voiced her annoyance as she mumbled, "but I wanted to help out."

Angel playfully rolled his brown eyes before he fully turned around and faced the pediatric nurse. "If you really wanna help," the Reyes man began as he wrapped his thick arms around Victoria's waist before he swiftly placed her on top of the kitchen counter and added, "you can make sure I don't fuck up."

"I guess that will do," Victoria mumbled in false disappointment. The Miller woman knew there was no way Angel was going to let her help when she was injured, anyway, so Victoria figured this was her best bet.

The kitchen in the Miller house was silent in a calm tranquility as Victoria just watched Angel cook them breakfast for a few minutes before the pediatric nurse curiously wondered after Angel had plated the pieces of bacon, "so, what's been going on with the club? Is Creeper doing okay?" Victoria hadn't heard anything about how the Mayan was healing since she fixed him up after a bad run and when she had first met Miguel and Nestor.

"Ah, ah, ah," the Reyes man exclaimed as he waved the metal spatula at the pediatric nurse. "No club talk," Angel reminded the Miller woman, "you know the rules for breakfast."

Victoria rolled her hazel eyes as their rules came into her mind. It was their rule that they made years ago that whenever they breakfast on Saturday mornings that there would be no talk of club business - it wasn't like Angel told her much, anyway. "Alright, fine," the Miller woman muttered as she held up her one good arm in innocence before she inquired since she knew Angel wasn't going to answer her previous question, "so, what's your plan for the day?"

"This," Angel simply stated like it was obvious while he began to crack a few eggs into the sizzling pan that was greased with the maple bacon fat.

"Huh?" Victoria instantly inquired with confusion dripping all throughout her voice. "Don't you have things to do with the club?" The Miller woman continued to question before she commented, "I'm sure you boys are going to busy with Miguel today." The pediatric nurse knew that the Mayans did have boring and slow days but she figured today would be extremely busy with the Galindo baby missing.

"I'm taking a sick day," Angel simply murmured as he turned down the stove before he turned around and walked in between Victoria's legs. Angel carefully wrapped his arms around the Miller woman's waist before he began to place light and playful kisses along her neck.

Victoria playfully rolled her hazel eyes at the Mayan as she wrapped her one good arm around his waist before she sarcastically muttered, "oh, I'm sure Bishop will love that you skip club business for me." The Miller woman knew just how serious the president of the Mayans was when it came to his members and Victoria definitely didn't want to be the reason why Angel got into trouble with his president

."Bishop will understand why I have to skip today," the Reyes man assured the brunette woman as he placed a gentle kiss onto her temple before he went back to focusing on their scrambled eggs. Angel gave the eggs one last stir and salted them before he transferred the eggs onto the two plates and carried them to the kitchen table.

"Are you sure Bishop won't mind?" Victoria worriedly inquired as she watched the Mayan move around her kitchen. The pediatric nurse didn't want Angel to get in trouble because of her. Besides, her injuries weren't even that bad. It wasn't like Victoria couldn't move or do anything by herself.

However, Angel thought differently as he went back over to the Miller woman and lifted Victoria up from the kitchen counter before he carefully carried her to the wooden table. "Stop worrying," the Mayan ordered after placing Victoria into her chair and after placing a quick kiss onto her lips. "Bishop is probably going to be showing the prospect the ropes and dealing with Galindo all day, anyway, so unless he calls, it'll be a slow day for me," Angel assured the Miller woman.

Victoria stared the the Reyes man's brown eyes for a moment to make sure he was telling the truth and when she couldn't find any of Angel's tale signs of him lying like his twitchy eyes or his high voice, Victoria released a small sigh before she murmured as she relaxed a bit from her worrying, "okay."

The Mayan widely grinned at the pediatric nurse before he clapped his hands together. "Alright!" Angel exclaimed before he cockily ordered as he nodded his point finger towards Victoria's plate of breakfast, "now try my food and tell me how good my cooking is."

Victoria playfully rolled her hazel eyes at Angel's cockiness but did what he wanted, anyway, as the Miller woman grabbed her fork and scooped up some scrambled eggs before she pushed them into her mouth. The pediatric nurse chewed on them for a few seconds to tease and make Angel wait before she finally swallowed the eggs.

"Well?" The Reyes man impatiently questioned with a hint of excitement dripping from his voice as he stared across at Victoria, "did I do good or did I do fucking great?"

The Miller woman released a small chuckle before she lightly nodded her head. "They aren't too bad," Victoria murmured with a careless shrug of her good shoulder.

"Oh, come on!" Angel loudly exclaimed after he released an equally loud groan. "You know those are the best eggs you have ever had!" The Reyes man argued as he pointed his finger down towards his own scrambled eggs.

"You know Nookie's Diner has the best eggs," the Miller woman reminded Angel as she playfully pointed her fork at the Mayan.

Angel released a small chuckle before he nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, you got me there," the Reyes man muttered before he cockily exclaimed, once again, "but you know I have the second best eggs!"

Victoria knew what the Mayan biker wanted to hear but she knew she had to lie a little bit. Angel's eggs were definitely tasty but they didn't hold a torch to the late Gemma's. The Miller woman's second surrogate mom could make the best breakfasts in this world. It used to be one of Victoria's favorite things about going to Charming.

However, Victoria decided to let Angel have this moment, so she lied a tiny bit. "Alright, you have the second best," the Miller woman murmured with a heavy sigh like it hurt her to say that before she shot Angel a playful grin.

"You bet your ass I do!" The Reyes man cockily exclaimed before he leaned over and placed a kiss onto Victoria's lips with his wide grin still playing across his face.

Victoria playfully rolled her hazel eyes at the Mayan once he had pulled away from their kiss before they focused back onto eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence. It wasn't tense or awkward. It felt perfect. It made Victoria feel calm after everything that she had been through in the past forty-eight hours. The comfortable silence made Victoria feel at home, like she always did when she was with Angel.

The nurse and the Mayan ate their breakfast for a good fifteen minutes or so before Victoria placed down her fork with a sigh. "That was really good," the Miller woman complimented the biker as she leaned over the table and placed a kiss onto Angel's cheek as another praise before Victoria stood up from the table with her plate and carried it to the sink.

Victoria turned on the water and was about to begin to clean up her plate along the mess that was made in her kitchen but Angel instantly recognized what she was tryin to do, so the Mayan quickly jumped up from the table before Angel wrapped his arms around Victoria's waist and gently pulled her away from the sink.

"Ah, ah, ah," Angel tsked before he told the injured woman, "you aren't doing any of that."

The Miller woman released a loud whine once she realized Angel really wasn't going to let her anything in her house. "I have to do something," Victoria complained, "I don't have work today and I will go crazy if I just sit around all day."

"Well, that's exactly what you are going to be doing," the Reyes man told Victoria as he pulled her further away from the sink and her need to clean up. "You need to rest and make sure you're healing," Angel murmured as he began to walk the Miller woman out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom.

"But I need to clean!" Victoria argued as she looked back towards her messy kitchen with a frown.

"It'll still be there later and I'll even clean it up," the Reyes man quickly assured Victoria. "But I don't care about that right now," Angel stated and argued with zero room for argument as he led Victoria inside of her bedroom, "I only care about getting you back to one hundred percent after what happened."

The Mayan gently placed Victoria on the edge of her queen sized bed before he worriedly inquired as he looked over the Miller woman's injures, "now, is there anything you need? Do you want to take a bath? Do you want to take off the sling or does your arm feel more comfortable with it on?"

The Miller woman lightly rolled her hazel eyes at Angel's worrying and cautiousness but she really did appreciate it. Victoria always did love how protective the Reyes men in her life has always been with her ever since she was little. It made her feel safe no matter the situation.

"I'm fine, Ange," the Miller woman promised with a small chuckle as she slowly pushed her body up to lean against the headboard of her bed. "I would love to go clean up your mess but I don't think you'll allow that," Victoria muttered as she playfully glared over at the Mayan.

"Nope," the Reyes man exclaimed as he took off his Mayan kutte and laid it onto Victoria's dresser before he joined her in bed. "It's not your job to clean that shit up. You said it yourself, it's my mess, so I'll do it," Angel told the Miller woman as he carefully wrapped Victoria into his arms and laid the pediatric nurse onto his chest. "You just need to relax for once," Angel murmured before he placed a light kiss onto the edge of the Miller woman's brunette hair.

Victoria couldn't help but release a small sigh as she linked her fingers with Angel's larger ones. Victoria honestly hadn't known how much she needed this right now until she was in the moment. The Miller woman had been running off of fumes from worrying about Emily and Cristobal along with facing off against the Rebels that Victoria hadn't had time to just relax and calm down. She had felt on edge the whole that but with Angel holding her, Victoria finally felt at home.

"Thank you," the Miller woman softly whispered as she brought Angel's hand to her lips and placed a light kiss onto his warm and rough skin to show her appreciation to him right now.

"You don't have to thank me for anything," Angel muttered as he still felt a large amount of guilt over the fact that he knew what was going to happen that night. Even though the Reyes man didn't now Victoria was going to there, he still felt so much guilt because he was hiding this from Victoria but Angel promised himself that he wouldn't involve Victoria even more than he already has in club business. Angel had made that promise to Happy awhile ago and he didn't plan to break that promise or something horrible might happen to Victoria like what happened to Tara and Gemma.

"I know I don't," Victoria murmured as she looked up at the Reyes man with a small smile. "Just... Thank you for being here for me," the brunette woman murmured before she leaned up on her good arm and kissed Angel's lips.

The Mayan instantly kissed Victoria back for a few seconds before he slowly pulled away. "I promise I'll protect you better if something happens like this again," Angel swore as he stared directly into Victoria's soft hazel eyes as he ran his thumb across her cheek, "if it comes down to it, I will never leave your side again."

The Miller woman playfully rolled her hazel eyes from the end of Angel's promise as she knew that could never happen in their life. "You can't do that, Ange," the pediatric nurse reminded the Reyes man before Victoria gave Angel an example why that would never work, "you have club business to handle almost everyday."

"I don't care," the Mayan stubbornly exclaimed. "I'll have the prospect come and watch over you when I can't," Angel stated before he paused for a moment and quickly added a second later as he thought of a better plan, "hell, we'll just have club meetings here."

Victoria, once again, rolled her hazel eyes at Angel's antics before she lightly slapped his chest. "Oh, calm down," the Miller woman exclaimed before she told Angel, "you don't have to go to such extreme measures. It was just a small car crash."

The Reyes man instantly grew serious as he sat up in Victoria's bed at how easy going the Miller woman was being about this. Angel cradled Victoria's face in his hands as he slowly exclaimed to get point across, "this is the most important thing in the world to me. I don't care if you accidentally trip and fall, I will always worry about you and I will always take care of you."

Angel stared deeply into the Miller woman's hazel eyes for a moment before he lightly swiped his thumb across her lip with a small grin as he slowly released the seriousness from his body. "You already know you can't get rid of me, babe," the Reyes man exclaimed with a playful glint in his brown irises, "you're stuck with me forever."

Victoria released a light chuckle before she let her body relax back onto the Reyes man's chest. "Oh, I know," the Miller woman exclaimed before she joked with her cheek pressed against Angel's beating heart, "besides, I'm not going anywhere when I have my own personal teddy bear."

"Damn straight," the Reyes man proudly exclaimed as he relaxed his body back onto the Miller woman's bed and began to lightly run his fingers through Victoria's brunette hair. "I will always have your back," Angel whispered as he grew serious, once more, "I'll protect you from this life as much as I can, mi princesa."

Angel gently squeezed the Miller woman's waist as if to prove to Victoria that he was there for her before the Reyes man softly murmured, "you just rest now. I'll make sure no bad guys come in and hurt you."

The Miller woman was quiet for about a minute or so as she took in Angel words before she mumbled with a chuckle as she thought Angel was taking protecting her a little too serious, "uh, Ange, I'm pretty sure the rebels don't even know where I live."

"Shhh," the Mayan instantly muttered before he placed a kiss onto the edge of Victoria's brunette hair. "Let me have my moment," Angel whispered.

This instantly caused for Angel and Victoria to lightly chuckle together as they released the seriousness in the Miller woman's bedroom before they were overcome by a comfortable silence as they laid in one other's arms. However, while Victoria felt relaxed and calmed for the first time in the last two days, Angel was filled with worry.

The Reyes man didn't want Victoria to get wrapped into this mess. It was bad enough that Victoria had already been around Miguel Galindo and his lapdog - he didn't need Victoria getting caught in the middle of the rebels as well. Angel just hoped and prayed that he would be able to keep Victoria safe from everything that was about to rain down on Santo Padre.

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aurelie-celine · 4 years ago

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Mi Alma - Part Three

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: Smut, someone being drunk and someone crying

Words: 1564

London, UK – Present

After a hectic week at work, you decide not to go to the traditional Friday drinks with your colleagues to go home early, ready to order a takeaway and watch Netflix for the rest of the weekend.

As soon as you unlock your front door, you can hear some sounds coming from your kitchen and the smell of food. First, a bit scared about the fact that someone enters your apartment, you then reassure yourself by thinking that a bulgar will not cook you diner.

Heading toward the sounds of pans, you find Nestor standing in the middle of your kitchen.

"How did you get in? "you ask him once he notices that you are here.

He simply replies, "Special skills, "with a smile on his face.

You could say nothing else about that, so after shaking your head a bit, you decide to change the subject and ask him about the food he is preparing. It smells delicious, and you can't wait to eat whatever dish he is making for you.

You sit on one of your kitchen stools and observe him cooking when you notice a bag in the hallway. You interrogate him about it, and he tells you that this is because he came here directly from the airport without checking in the hotel first.

"You don't have to go to the hotel. You could stay," you offer him. At the moment he accepts your offer, you start to feel a lot warmer.

After finishing the meal and congratulate him at least a thousand on his cooking skills, you offer him to watch a movie.

"You know you can wear something a bit more comfortable here?" you say, pointing at his clothes.

"You right ... Do you mind if I go take a quick shower?"

"Not at all! Take your time."

You are now sitting on your sofa when you see him: he is wearing sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. It's not the first time you see him like that; however, it's the first time you see his hair undone and still wet.

You can't stop staring at him, and you should make a funny face because he starts to laugh.

Nestor comes to sit next to you on the sofa, and you play the movie you picked earlier. You are midway into the movie when you see that he starts do his hairs.

"Can I do it?" you ask him while pointing at his hair. There was something about them; they were basically asking you to touch them.

He sits on the floor in front of you, and you try your very best. When you are done, you go on your knees in front of him, take his head in your hands, and start checking your work.

"I'm not as good as you ..." you say, a bit ashamed of your work.

"I'm sure they are perfect," he replies with a soft voice while grabbing your wrists.

He leans toward you and kisses you: this is the best of your life, and you want more. You want him.

He should feel the same because he pulls you on him and you are now straggling him. When he pulls apart, he lightly places back some hair behind your ear and asks you: "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

His hands are now running down your back until they reach your waist, and you immediately start moving against him. Your fingers begin to explore his body, and you could feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt. Meanwhile, Nestor grabs the aim of your T-Shirt and lift it above your head. He then unclips your bra and starts to kiss your neck down to your nipple.

The feeling makes you moan, and your hips start to dance faster on him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, and you pull at his T-Shirt. You want to feel him; you want his skin against yours.

As soon as he removes it, you run your hands flat against his tattoos covered skin until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You scratch him lightly with your nails, which makes him groans.

While you keep kissing, he places both hands on your ass, squeezes it before standing up. You could feel his muscles work underneath your hands, and it makes you wetter than you were already. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he carries you to your bedroom.

Instead of sitting, he makes you lie down on your back. You can feel his hands starting to run from your chest to the waistband of your legging before he slides it down your legs. He smirks when he sees your black lace panties. Nestor kisses your lower body while running his finger between your legs. Your back harch at the feeling.

He keeps kissing down until he reaches the inside of your thigh and makes your panties follow the same journey as your legging. His kisses are getting closer, and soon you can feel his breath on your most intimate part, following by his tongue. God, it feels so good, but you need more. Tugging at one of his plates, you whisper in a moan: "I want you Nes ..."

He lifts himself from the bed, removes his sweatpants and his boxer. Lying down on top of you, he starts to rub himself against you. The feeling catches your breath, but it's nothing compared to what you feel when he finally goes inside of you.

"Aurelie ..." he whispers in your ear while you are bitting his shoulder and digging your nails in his back.

He starts to move nice and slow, making sure that you could really feel all of him. And you do. Every. Single. Centimeter. You begin to moan louder, and he can feel you squeeze him. He grabs your hands and pins them on top of you with one hand while the other goes under your knee and push it toward you. This new position makes him go deeper into you. That's all you needed; you come like never before underneath him while screaming his name. He follows you a few seconds after, burying his face in your neck before biting it.

When he finally looks at you, you both start to laugh: years of small touches, lingering looks, and sexual tension have both makes you come in a matter of minutes.

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In the morning, you wake up before him, still in his arms. Softly rolling out of bed to get some coffee, he is still asleep when you come back to lie down next to him. You were looking at him with a smile on your face.

"Like what you are seeing?" he asks you with his sleepy voice.

"You look peaceful."

"Always when I'm with you, Mi Alma."

"What does it means?"

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"Mi Alma," you clarify.

"My Soul," he says while pulling you closer to him and softly robing your back. He looks at you, searching for any sign of regret in your eyes. He can't see any, but he wants to be sure. "Are you ok with that?"

You lean to kiss his lips, his cheek, his neck and down his chest. When you reach his lower stomach, you whisper, "Yes "before licking the tip of his dick.

London, UK – Present

The following Wednesday, you were already sleeping when you heard some banging at your front door. Putting on a dressing gown, you check through the optical peephole and see Miguel on the other side. As soon as you open the door, you know that something is wrong: he removed his tie, his hairs are messy, and he smells alcohol.

He was staring at the floor without moving, so you grab his hand, pull him inside your apartment, and help him to sit on your sofa. He looks defeated, and it broke your heart to see him like that.

You know he will not tell you anything, so you did the only thing you were thinking about: you hold him and run your hands in his hair to soothe him a little. At some point, you realize that he felt asleep in your arms. Not wanted to wake him up, you snuggle a bit more on your sofa, grab a blanket you always keep nearby and wrap the both of you into it for the night.

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You are preparing a quick breakfast while Miguel is taking a shower when you hear your front door open. Nestor stops as soon as he sees you. You walk toward him and rise on your tiptoes to kiss him when he steps back.

"Is Miguel still here?" he asks you coldly without even looking at you.

Before you had the time to say or do anything, Miguel appears behind you. He looks a lot better than yesterday evening.

The two men are now heading to leave our apartment. Before, Miguel put his hand in the small of your back, kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ear: "Thank you."

You tried to grab Nestor's hand, but he avoids you again and follows Miguel. Feeling some tears forming in your eyes, you go to your bedroom and slide under the blankets. You really can't explain Nestor's behavior. Everything was fine between the both of you. Or at least it's what you thought before today.

Part Four

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lucky-papa · 4 years ago

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New Toy

Pairing: Nestor x OC (Luciana Reyes)

Word count: 2.5K (I got carried away...)

Warning: N/S/F/W, vaginal sex, sex toys

AN: I’m sorry this too so long lmao I didn’t expect me to take this long to finish it

Tagged: @everyhowlmarksthedead @briana-mishell24

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Luciana sighed out as she leaned against the kitchen island and stared at Nestor. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading some texts he had received from Miguel and Marcus. He looked up at Luci from across the room and smiled.

"Why don't you come join me, mi amor?" Nestor asked softly as she moved from where she was towards the kitchen table. Nestor patted his lap some as Luciana gently said down in his lap.

"Can't you just call Miguel and say you're sick? I have a few packages coming today." Luciana asked and smirked some. Nestor gave her a look as he placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"We have an important meeting today with the Mayans and Adelita. If I wasn't doing that today then I would." Nestor said as he began placing small kisses against Luciana's neck. She hummed softly and closed her eyes.

"I can't promise that I won't already have my packages open and used once you get home." Luciana explained. She was hinting at what she bought but still kept it a surprise for Nestor.

"If you use anything before I come home, mi amor, you're going to be in trouble." Nestor said as he placed a small kiss on Luciana's cheek before going to stand.

"Have fun at work, Nestor. I love you. Stay safe." Luciana placed her hands gently on his chest and a small peck on his lips. Nestor smiled softly as he placed another kiss on her lips, deepening it a bit.

"I'll be home for dinner tonight. I'll call if I'm not." Nestor said as he took his coffee cup to the kitchen sink. Luci hummed softly to herself as she waved at Nestor before he heading to the garage to get into the SVU.

Once Nestor had left, Luciana checked the tracking number on her packages. It still hasn't updated and she just wanted everything to be here. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned and began to clean up the dishes Nestor had used for breakfast.

Luciana had wanted to bring a few toys into the bedroom but she never wanted Nestor to feel discouraged. He was amazing in bed, but a girl needed something different. So she decided some new lingerie would be nice and a Hitachi Magic Wand. She had read some amazing reviews on the vibrator and decided she would try it.

Luciana did the daily housework while also texting her brothers and talking to her father on the phone. Ez had decided to FaceTime Luciana since him and Angel were on a run and they wanted to check in on their big sister. As Luciana laughed at some stupid joke Angel had told her, the doorbell rang.

"Ooh! My packages are here! I'll talk to you two later. Oh! And we're a surprising pop with dinner Friday! Ez will keep him distracted long enough for Angel and I break into his house and try not to burn it down." Luciana explained to her brothers. They both laughed and said their goodbyes as she threw her phone to the side.

Luciana quickly got up to grab the three boxes from the porch and carried them into the house. She ran as fast as she could into the bedroom to open the boxes and smiled at the box of the hitachi wand. She was excited to use it and just didn't want to wait until Nestor got home.

Luciana got the toy out of the box and quickly plugged it in to charge it up as she opened the other boxes. All the lingerie she had bought were in the other two boxes and she forgot exactly how much she had bought. Thank God Nestor never looked at her bank account since she had spent way too much money on her latest internet shopping spree.

Stripping out of her pajamas she wore all morning, Luciana slipped on her crotchless lacy one piece and quickly adjusted the straps. This was the first piece of crotchless panties or lingerie she owned and she was kind of scared. What if Nestor didn't like it? Luciana let out a sigh and pushed those feelings out of the way. He was going to love everything she bought.

Luciana put on some shorts before going through the house and doing some daily chores. After cooking herself lunch and doing the laundry, Luciana looked at the time and huffed. Nestor wouldn't be home for another two hours and thought it wouldn't hurt to use her new toy. So, Luci made her way to the bedroom and took her shorts off. Unplugging the wand from the charging cable, Luci settled on the bed. She was glad she bought a cordless toy since the outlet on the wall was pretty far from the bed.

Playing with the two speeds on the toy, Luciana was worried at first. They both were pretty intense and fast speeds but she read that you'd have the best orgasms with it. Luci let out a sigh as she calmed down and she turned the toy on. She stared at it for a moment before moving it down between her legs.

The vibrations were intense. More intense than she's ever felt before. But it felt good, it felt amazing. A loud moan escaped her lips as her hips thrusted up into the toy before settling back onto the bed. Her eyes were closed as she just focused on the pleasure she was feeling. It was something she had never felt before.

Luciana didn't hear the front door open and when Nestor walked into the house, he heard the moans of his girlfriend. Nestor stopped and stood there, listening. Slowly he made his way to the bedroom and the faint buzzing of the toy became louder and louder along with the moans. Nestor opened the bedroom door and smirked when he saw his girlfriend in the beautiful lingerie, legs spread with the toy pressed hard against her clit.

Nestor just watched Luciana as her hips lifted off the bed as she let out a loud moan. Luciana's orgasm hit her hard and it was the best feeling in the world. As much as Luciana loved whenever Nestor could get her to that point, boy did the vibrator make her see stars. Luciana pulled the toy away from her and turned the toy off and just laid there.

A small chuckle left Nestor's lips as Luciana's head shot to the side. Luciana let out a sigh as she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her body.

"Jesus Christ, Nestor. You can't just sneak up on me!" Luciana shouted out as she sat up. Nestor smirked and licked his lips some at the sight he saw.

"I was going to surprise you. Mikey let me go early." Nestor said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket away from his girlfriend's body and looked over the new lacy lingerie. His eyes roamed over her body and paused when he looked down towards her legs.

Luciana smirked as she laid back and spread her legs. An auditable groan escaped Nestor's lips as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed in front of Luciana. He was staring at her as he grabbed a hold of her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

"I told you if you used your toy before I got home, you'd be in trouble..." Nestor said as Luciana looked up at him. She had a look on her face, like one a kid has when they were caught doing something bad.

"I'm sorry..." Luciana said and bit her lip. Nestor ran a finger through her folds before shoving it inside her. Luci closed her legs and groaned as she tried to scoot away from him. She was overstimulated and she wasn't quite ready for round two.

"Open your legs, mi amor. I want to see." Nestor said as he forced her legs open with his free hand. Nestor shoved another finger into Luciana's heat as she lifted her hips off the bed and moaned out.

"S-stop! It's too muuuuch." Luciana looked back at Nestor and tried her best to squirm away from him. With a raised brow, Nestor removed his fingers from her and took a step back. Luciana raised her head off the bed to look at her boyfriend. He slowly began unbuttoning his top before his hands drifted down to his belt to undo it. As he pulled the leather from the loops, he undid the button on his dress pants and quickly took his button up off.

Luciana just watched as Nestor undressed himself and stood there in front of her in just his boxer-briefs. His erection was strained against the thin fabric and Luciana licked her lips thinking about his cock. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Nestor just stood there, slowly removing his boxer-briefs. Once they were off and in the pile of clothes now on the floor, Nestor pulled Luciana closer to him, so she was on the very edge of the bed.

"Please, stop teasing me, Nestor." Luci groaned as she bucked her hips towards his erect member. She wanted him, needed him. She was praying she wasn't going to have to beg.

"I told you to wait until I got home, Luciana. You couldn't follow the simple rule..." Nestor said as he slowly ran his tip through her folds. A whimper escaped her lips as she batted her eyes at Nestor.

"I tried to wait, Nestor, I really did... but it was calling my name." Luciana explained as she trusted her hips against his as she felt the tip of his cock slide into her. Letting out a small moan, Luci closed her eyes but then whined once she felt him pull out.

"You didn't try hard enough... and you think you deserve me? My cock?" Nestor asked as he continued to very slowly slide the tip through her folds. Luciana went to open her mouth to speak before Nestor pushed himself into her, filling her up.

Luci's mouth hung open as she threw her head back. It was pure ecstasy feeling him fill her up completely. But he didn't move, no. Nestor just stayed there for what felt like an eternity until he very slowly began pulling his hips away. It was agonizingly slow and Luciana didn't like that. She just wanted him to fuck her senseless.

But Nestor had another idea.

He pulled all the way out before very, very slow pushing back in. Luciana hates this, it felt like she was being tortured. Listening to his girlfriend groan out and beg softly for more, Nestor leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.

"You've been a bad girl, Luci, and now you're gonna pay..." Nestor mumbled against her lips as his hand reached out for the vibrator. The toy that had been long forgotten was turned on as Nestor looked it over. Luciana's eyes widened at the sight of the toy as Nestor ran it slowly over her breasts.

Luciana closed her eyes as she felt the vibrations against her nipples and tried to jerk away. It was too intense for those sensitive buds of nerves so Nestor pulled it away and placed it hard against her clit. The moment she felt the intense vibrations against her, she tried to move away but Nestor grabbed her tightly. He basically pinned her down as he smirked before he began thrusting roughly into her.

This was now a completely different pace than what Nestor was just going and Luciana couldn't handle it. His hard thrusts from him plus the intense vibrations from the toy had her eyes rolling back. It was pure ecstasy.

Nestor watched her face change and smirked as he turned the speed up on the toy and pressed it harder against her sensitive bud. Luci bucked her hips up into the toy and Nestor's hips. His thrusts never faltered.

Luciana couldn’t form any words as she felt her orgasm wash over here. There was no warning since the stimulation from the toy and Nestor was too much for her. Feeling her clench around him, Nestor let out a groan as he threw the toy to the side and quickened his pace.

Nestor let out a long and loud groan as he felt his orgasm nearing. He quickly pulled out as he released his seed all over her lace covered stomach from the lingerie. Luciana looked up at Nestor, chest rising and falling quickly as she glanced down at her stomach. She slowly ran a finger through the cum to collect some before bringing it to her mouth and licking it up. Nestor let out a small groan before walking to the bathroom.

He came back with a wet rag and quickly began cleaning Luci up. She smiled up at Nestor as he cleaned her off before he threw the rag towards the bathroom and curled up into the bed with his girlfriend. Luci placed a very loving kiss against Nestor’s lips as she relaxed against him.

“I love you, mi amor.” Nestor mumbled softly as Luciana placed her head against Nestor’s chest.

“I love you, too.” Luciana smiled up at him. Nestor turned to look at the toy that was beside him in the bed and began chuckling. “What?” Luciana questioned him with a raised brow.

“Nothing. It’s just... I just hope I don’t have any competition in the bedroom.” Nestor stated that caused Luciana to burst out laughing.

“There is no competition, Nestor. It just adds to the pleasure you give me.” Luci explained as she pulled the blanket over their bodies more.

“Emily and Miguel are going away for the weekend, going out of town.” Luciana looked up at Nestor and frowned. She knew what that meant.

“And you’re going with them?” She asked softly as Nestor placed a loving kiss against her lips.

“I am, and you are coming with me.” Nestor said as Luci raised a brow slowly. “He thought a couple’s getaway would be nice for all of us. Going to the beach and then a vineyard.” Nestor explained as he placed another kiss against Luciana’s lips.

“A-are you sure, Nestor?” Luciana was unsure. She wanted to go, she did, but she really didn’t want to feel like he had to take her.

“Mikey has it all planned out for us. Two hotel suits, a cabana on the beach. Please?” Nestor explained the nice weekend getaway. Luciana day there, thinking about it for a few minutes.

“I’d love to go, Nestor. When do we leave?” Luciana asked as she cuddled closer against Nestor’s side.

“Tomorrow morning, 8 AM we head to Mikey’s place and we leave once him and Emily are all ready.” Nestor explained as he ran his fingers slowly through Luciana’s hair.

“Mmm, I should shower... care to join?” Luciana forced herself out of the bed and Nestor was quick to follow her.

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 9 months ago

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Chapter Twenty-Seven is now live!

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crimsonheart01 · 6 years ago

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If You Kissed Me Now (Nestor x OC)

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me simply golden Nestor.

Word Count: 3,432

Playlist: Last Christmas - Wham! & Christmas Time is Here (Vocal) - Vince Guaraldi Trio

We had a specific arrangement. No feelings, no attachments, no obligation. We kept it simple, and fun. It worked. For the most part. There were a few routines we had that blurred the lines a bit, but neither of us were particularly bothered. He kept me a secret because of Galindo, and I kept him a secret because well, Galindo.

It wasn’t every night that Nestor stopped by, but I expected him more often than not. Tonight was another one of those nights. No prior text or call, just Nestor stepping through the door. When he did come over, there were two ways the night could pan out.

Typically, he’d ambush me the second he saw me. Throwing us into a long night of passion and good times. However, there were the few and far between nights that had him dragging his feet and collapsing down on my couch. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

I was leaning against the counter in the kitchen when I head the front door click open. I peered around the fridge, seeing Nestor’s tired eyes. The door closed of it’s own accord, Nestor’s eyes closed as he stood in the doorway. I arched an eyebrow but waited. He wasn’t a man that you pushed. He’d make his issues known when he was ready.

Without a word, he trudged forward, past the kitchen and right into the living room. I watched the entire time until he fell back onto the couch. He leaned back, head in his hands. I sighed. Must’ve been a hard day. I popped my hip off the counter and opened the fridge. Grabbing two beers.

I popped both caps off as I walked into the living room. I placed one down on the coffee table in front of him. I nudged the TV remote in the same direction, but Nestor was one to enjoy the quiet when the time called. Taking a swing of my drink, I stepped up onto the couch, settling myself behind him.

I encased Nestor between my legs and pulled his head back until it was laying in my lap. He didn’t protest. I set my beer down on the ledge next to me and began running my hands along his French braids. On my second time through them, I delved my fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp.

His shoulders immediately relaxed, and his body slumped into me. I smiled. I may have been the only person to know his secret. He was a man who loved his hair being played with. I slid one hand down the right braid, wrapping it around my palm and tugging. He let out a quiet mumble and I leaned down to press a kiss to his temple.

I let his hair unravel from my hand and watched as it fell back down to his shoulder. I continued to massage his scalp, reaching down to the back of neck and top of his shoulders. After loosening up the tension, I reached for the ends of his braids, took out the ties and began undoing the long plaits.

I didn’t mind these nights. They were welcomed. Over the last year of our tryst, we’d shared the few stress relievers that we held close to our hearts. These quiet nights were becoming more often and I couldn’t help the worry that built. I knew he appreciated that I didn’t question the change, but at the same time I wanted to make sure he was ok.

There were rumours going around that Miguel’s son had been kidnapped. If it was true, it would explain why Nestor was so exhausted. He was Galindo’s commander. He was in charge. He led the Calvary. If they were searching for his son, there was no way Nestor was taking any breaks. It was surprising he was even finding time to make these visits.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed as Nestor’s arm reached out and plucked my beer from next to me. He brought it back to his mouth and was about to begin drinking when I realized what he was doing.

“That one’s mine.” I murmured.

He gave a tired smirk but continued to drink out of my bottle, letting his eyes sink closed again. I rolled my eyes and gave a gentle tug on the end of his hair. He opened his eyes, narrowing them up at me. I winked, giving him an innocent smile. I let him drink the rest of my beer, while running my fingers through his unbraided hair, detangling it.

“You have plans on the 23rd?” I asked.

It was random, but I figured he could maybe use a distraction from his day job. He furrowed his eyebrows before shifting to his left and gazing at me.

I shrugged, “I have a work function. Want to be my date?”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline.

I laughed at him, “You don’t have too. I was just thinking it would be a nice change?”

He turned back, facing the front again. He lifted the bottle to his mouth, downed the remaining liquid and swallowed. I swung my leg around him and slid down the couch cushions to sit next to him. I bent one leg beneath me, and held my head up with my hand.

“That’s the day before Christmas Eve.” He observed.

I nodded, “Yep.”

“You’re inviting me to your work’s Christmas party.” He elaborated.

I exhaled, “Is that a problem?”

He pouted in thought. I wasn’t sure if he’d say yes or not. If everything with the cartel was as bad as it was sounding to be, he might not even have the time to break away for a night. I moved to reach for the beer on the table, the one original for him, when his arm intercepted mine and stole the second beer.

I let out a sound of protest, glancing up at him to see the stupid shit eating grin on his face.

“You already drank mine.” I argued.

He chuckled, shrugged and tipped it towards his mouth. I rolled my eyes and smacked the arm holding the bottle. He lost his grip on it, tilting it and spilling it all over himself. I fell backwards into the couch laughing, only to have him crawl onto of me and shake out the liquid like a dog, coating me in the mess.

“Ugh!” I groaned while attempting to shield my face.

His laughter rang out around us as he lowered himself down to my level. I dropped my arms let them settle on his shoulders. His hands caressed their way up my arms and encased my neck. I bit down on my lip but Nestor dove down, prying my lips apart with his teeth. He tugged on my lower lip before letting go and kissing me swiftly.

“What do I have to wear?” He murmured, pressing another kiss to my mouth.

I paused, holding his head a few inches from mine. I searched his eyes, unsure if he was coming by his question honestly. I would never want to make him feel pressured to make a change he wasn’t ready for. Knowing exactly what I was doing, he winked and smiled.

“Seriously?” I needed to ask, for my own clarity.

He nodded in affirmation, “Yes. What’s the dress code?”

“Black tie.” I responded, a shy grin growing on my mouth, “Super fancy.”

He rolled his eyes, and sat up, pulling me with him.

He sighed, “Alright. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together.”

I scrunched up my nose, pleased that he wanted to be my date for the evening. I threw one leg over his lap and leaned my head on his shoulder. I grabbed the remote off the table, flicked the TV on and began channel surfing. Nestor reclined into the cushions, draping his arm around my shoulders.

I stopped on the Food Network, admiring the meal being made before my eyes. Whatever it was was deep fried and cheesy goodness. My stomach rumbled and I remembered why I was in the kitchen when Nestor showed up. I’d been hungry and rummaging through my cupboards for a snack.

I licked my lips and glanced up at Nestor, “Great, now what’s for dinner?”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to my temple before grabbing his phone to start scrolling through Uber Eats.

~(MMC)~

I stood in my hallway, using the mirror there to pin the last few pieces of hair in place. I hadn’t gone for much in the hair department. A simple up-do with a few stray tendrils here and there. It complimented the low cut off the shoulder evening gown I was wearing. I went for a deep rouge colour, knowing it would compliment my skin tone.

I hadn’t gone overboard with the accessories, choosing to only wear a delicate gold chain and matching gold pumps. I glanced out the front window as I heard a car pulling up. I checked the time on my phone and smirked. Exactly on time. I slipped on my shoes, making sure the straps were securely in place before reaching for the door.

I tucked my clutch under my arm, recounting all the essentials I needed for the evening. Lipstick, phone, keys, cash and cards. I stepped through the door, shutting it behind me and locking it. I turned towards Nestor’s car to find him ducking out of the driver’s side to come and greet me.

When Nestor came around and looked up he froze. I bit down on my lip, nervous. Neither of us had ever been so formal. I continued towards him, reaching down to grab a handful of my gown before reaching the steps. Upon reaching them, Nestor shook out of his reverie and held out a hand.

I laid my other hand in his and he guided me down the steps. As I made my way down I couldn’t help but be impressed with his attire. Nestor never looked shabby, but there was a distinct difference from his everyday clothes to this. He was donned in all black. Black slacks, a black button up and a black tie. The only colour on him was the gold Gaudalupe chain and pendant.

Both of us were caught up in admiring the other. I knew tonight would be different for us. We’d never gone out in public together. We didn’t ‘date’. Add in the formality of the night, and it made it seem like more than just a simple work party. It felt like an official first date.

While still holding my hand, Nestor took a step backwards and made a show of eyeing me up and down. I blushed but loved the attention. He stepped in closer, his eyes locked on mine.

“Mi princesa.” He murmured.

The heat in my cheeks strengthened and I attempted to hid behind my clutch. I took a moment to steel myself again, hoping most of the red had disappeared. I peered over at Nestor, who was still grinning. I tapped him lightly on his upper arm with my clutch.

“Don’t get all sentimental on me now.” I teased, “Where’s that bad boy persona you so like to flaunt?”

He chuckled at my obvious ploy to distract him but wasn’t falling for it. Instead of replying, he led me towards the car, opened it and helped my climb up into the seat.

“Think you can handle the buckle on your own?” He taunted.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing for the door, “Shut up.”

He laughed out loud as a I shut the door in his face. He rounded the front of the car before climbing into his side. I made a big show of pushing the buckle into the clasp and staring at him. He shook his head in amusement, a smirk on his mouth.

He pulled away from the curb and we were on our way. My heart was pounding, the rush of blood all I could hear. I knew that he agreed to this, but now the nerves were taking over. I stared out my window, watching the scenery as it blurred past. I really liked Nestor. Maybe a bit more than the ‘friends with benefits’ rapport we agreed on. I didn’t want to overthink the night, but it was Christmas after all. Didn’t we all get that one Christmas wish? He could be mine.

We’d only been driving for twenty minutes when his phone went off. Without glancing down, he picked it up and answered. I could hear immediately who was on the other end. It was a voice I’d grown to recognize. Miguel Galindo. We’d never met, seeing as Nestor and I never stepping out of our comfort zones. I knew without a doubt that Miguel was Nestor’s oldest and best friend. Aside from the whole cartel thing.

The conversation wasn’t long, and I knew that meant that Nestor wouldn’t be accompanying me to my party. When Miguel called, Nestor was gone. Not only was that his employer, but it was also his friend. Someone he cared deeply for. I couldn’t be mad. I sighed waiting for the inevitable. Nestor dropped his phone back down onto the console and turned to me.

“Mind if we make a quick stop?” He asked.

My mind reeled. What was he saying? I knew literally what he was asking me, but what was the underlying meaning? Where were we making this so called stop?

“You sure?” I confirmed, “You can just drop me here. I’ll call an uber, or catch a cab.”

Nestor shook his head, “No. Half an hour, tops. Then we’ll be back on the road.”

I arched my eyebrows, surprised that he was being so forthcoming.

I shrugged, “Alright.”

~(MMC)~

When we pulled into the driveway, I felt all the air from my lungs disappear. I’d seen beautiful homes before, but it was another thing to be pulling up in front of one. Nestor grabbed his effects, before turning off the car and stashing his keys in his pocket.

I relaxed back into my seat, prepared to wait out however long we’d be here. Nestor took no more than three steps towards the house before he realized that I hadn’t moved. He turned around and beckoned me to follow him. I widened my eyes, questioning him. Nestor nodded, coming back to the car.

“Come on.” He coaxed, “You’ll be more comfortable inside.”

He held out his hand, waiting. I swallowed. I was going to meet Miguel. This was huge. Was I prepared for how huge this was? I thought tonight was a small change. Something new added to our routine. Nestor had gone and chosen to make a full statement.

I exhaled and placed my hand in his. I’d already decided that I wanted him. Cartel and all. If he was willing to make that stand too, then I wouldn’t make it hard on him. I slipped from my seat, the sound of my heels on the cobblestone driveway loud to my ears.

When we reached the door, he didn’t knock. Every alarm in my head began going off. I wasn’t even knocking at the door of Miguel Galindo. I was waltzing into his family home. A stranger. Someone he didn’t even know. I really hoped Nestor knew what he was doing.

Nestor led me straight into the main room. He offered me a seat, but I was too nervous. I discreetly shook my head, opting to stand for the time being. I was prepared to be kicked out on my ass. There was no way I’d be permitted to stay in here.

“Nestor!” I heard Miguel call from our left.

We both turned, and it took all but second for Miguel to notice me. I swallowed, seeing the calculating expression on his face. He made his way over, and greeted Nestor without any malice. When they parted, Nestor turned to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer.

“This is who I’ve been hiding.” Nestor announced, “The one I wouldn’t tell you about, mi princesa.”

For a split second I forgot where were were and sighed, lightly smacking Nestor’s arm. Miguel watched the interaction with fascination. His eyebrows shooting up into his hairline.

“Princesa?” Miguel questioned, pointedly looking at Nestor.

I rolled my eyes, trying to remain calm. I nodded, inhaling to quell the butterflies in my stomach and extended my hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I greeted, “Nestor doesn’t talk much about his personal life, but there’s no question that you mean a lot to him.”

Miguel chuckled, and took my hand. He pulled me closer and gave me the traditional kiss on both cheeks.

On the second cheek, he whispered, “You can relax. You wouldn’t be here if Nestor didn’t completely trust you.”

I blinked at the statement. Wild tears began to build. Ones that I hadn’t realized had been in the bank but now that my fears had been acknowledged, they felt the need to make themselves known. I bobbed my head in acknowledgement and turned away to wipe at the tears threatening to spill over.

Miguel pulled back, “Why don’t you have a seat out there,” He pointed to the back deck, “and I’ll have Nestor back to you in no time.”

I smiled, “Thank you.”

As I made my way across the room, Nestor broke from his conversation to catch my wrist. I turned to face him, and he puckered his lips to blow me a kiss. I smirked, laughing at his cockiness. Regardless of how sweet he was being, his inner sixteen-year-old always made an appearance. I shook my head at him, and kept on walking.

“Cool it lover boy.” I fake admonished, “You haven’t even taken me on a real date yet.”

I could hear Miguels laughter as I walked away.

~(MMC)~

We were back in the car, no more than forty-five minutes later. It was a bit longer than the half hour he promised, but I wasn’t all that concerned. Nestor leaned forward, inserting the keys into the ignition but paused.

“What?” I questioned, tilting my head to the left.

He exhaled, closing his eyes. After a beat, he pushed back on the steering wheel and reached into the console storage between us. He lifted up the arm rest and pulled out a rectangular black velvet box. There was a simple red bow tied around it.

He held the box between his hands, staring down at it.

“I was going to wait until Christmas to give this to you.” He explained, “I’ve been carrying it around for weeks now. I wasn’t sure if it would be too much. We’d always been comfortable in our arrangement. And you barely wear any jewellery. I didn’t know if you’d appreciate the gesture. Then you asked me to come with you tonight. Some how, we ended up on the same page without the other knowing.”

Everything around me froze. My brain stopped functioning and I wasn’t even sure I was breathing. This was too good to be true. He handed the small package out to me. With shaking hands, I accepted the gift. I laid it down in my lap, taking a moment to process the gravity of our situation.

I ran one finger under the ribbon, breaking the bow away from the box. With my thumbs I pushed the box up and open. I let out an audible gasp when I saw what laid inside.

“Nestor.” I murmured.

It was beautiful, gold chain bracelet. It was dainty and subtle. There were two charms hanging from it. One a heart, and the other the first letter of my name. I rolled my lips together, unsure of what to say. No words seemed to be appropriate for this gift.

I held out my wrist, “Put it on, please.”

He smiled, plucking the delicate bracelet from the cushion. He wrapped it around my wrist, attaching the clasps together. The cool metal made the hair on my skin stand up. It was precious. Important. I gazed up at the man across from me. His eyes were shining, proud of his present. Proud of me.

His hands framed my face as he bowed to kiss me. I met his mouth with mine. It was wet and imperfect, but I didn’t care. I knew a few tears had spilled over and I was ok with that. I pulled back, licking my lips. Never in all my years had I pictured myself having the fairy tale Christmas story but here I was, experiencing it all.

“Merry Christmas, mi princesa.” He whispered, kissing me one more time.

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frattsparty · 3 years ago

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My Heart Needed You Part 29

An: a little angsty and Miguel Obvs causing problems.

Warnings: language. We’re made a Miguel.

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Hailey POV

Today was wedding dress shopping day, so you planned to spend the morning and afternoon with your mom. Dress shopping the first time was fun and filled with so much joy and excitement, you loved your original dress. But now you were a little worried that you would never find a dress you loved like that one or your new body in it. You love Niko and would do this all again for him, but to say your adjusting to your body would be an understatement.

Then spending the day away from your 5 week old was stressing you out already, that’s how Nestor found you. Nursing in the living room with a few tears in your eyes.

“Hailey, it’s just a few hours.” Sitting next to you, he pulls his head towards you, kissing your temple trying not to disturb Niko eating. “You deserve a day out just you and your mom, have fun, enjoy lunch and shopping. We will be fine and once you get back we will have dinner and a movie on the couch.”

“I don’t want to leave him.” Leaning into Nestor you sigh, gently running your fingers through Nestor’s tiny curls. “What if he won’t calm down for you, or something happens and I’m not here.”

“Stop, Hails.” Moving from the couch he crouches in front of you, dutifully ignoring your half nakedness. “We are going to be fine, it’s a few hours, if there is an emergency I will call you.” Leaning forward his lips meet yours. “Have fun and relax with your mom.”

“Okay, but you have to call me and send me pictures.”

“Promise,” with a final kiss he rises and heads to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with coffee.

Nestor’s POV

Today it was a you and Niko day, Hailey is out with her mom wedding dress shopping so it’s just a boys day. You were a little nervous but you weren’t going to let Hailey see that before she left, she was already stressing about leaving him for a few hours.

“Alright buddy, it’s time to take care of things around the house to take some stress off mommy.” You said to the tiny human strapped to your chest.

Your first hour was spent getting laundry going, dishes running, the kitchen cleaned and the bed made, ensuring once she was home she didn’t jump into any cleaning. Then it was a walk around the neighborhood with Eva, letting her get her energy out while Niko got fresh air.

By the time you get home though, Niko is angry, hungry, and tired, bouncing up and down, and speaking as softly as possible, you try to calm him while you get a bottle ready but it is in vain.

“Come on Niko, buddy, it’s okay.” It takes another 30 minutes of crying and fussing, but finally he’s taking the bottle and he's momentarily calm. “There we go, see we’re okay.”

Rocking in the chair you spend time just staring at your boy, seeing so much of you and your brother, soaking in this time, amazed that Hailey gave you such a great gift. Just as you were drifting off your phone ringing woke you right up. Seeing Miguel’s name on your phone caused you to pause, looking at your son before answering.

“Miguel?”

You hear a sigh on the other end of the line, “I know you are off today but I need you…as soon as possible.”

“Miguel…I have Niko, and Hailey is with her mom dress shopping.” Running a hand over your face you take a deep breath. “I can’t call her back early, it was hard enough to get her out the door.”

“Nestor I need you, Maria can watch him.”

“Why do you need me? What’s going on?”

After a moment of silence, “Potter’s men are closing in on Adalita, I need to meet with our people in Mexico to see what we can do. I need you at my side.”

“I can’t just leave him with someone, Hailey will freak out, even if it’s Maria.” You know if you leave him with anyone else she will be upset and the last thing you want to do is make her feel like you can’t be a good dad. “I’m sorry, Miguel.”

“Nestor I know you are a new dad, and she’s out but you need to get here. Maria will watch him, Hailey can pick him up.” A pause brings silence between the two of you. “I’m serious, I need you within the hour.” With that he hung up, not waiting for a response.

“Mierda!”

Walking back into Niko’s room you find him in bed, awake but not crying, as you approach him he even gives you a little smile. “Well buddy, your mom is gonna be mad at me, but we’ve got to get ready and go see Tio Mikey.”

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Haileys POV

You haven’t heard much from Nestor, so you are assuming all went well, but that didn’t help you not worry and rush through lunch.

Luckily you found the perfect dress, something you loved yourself in and couldn’t wait for Nestor to see you in. His jaw will drop and you know it.

Pulling up to the house the first thing you notice is lights off and Nestor’s car isn’t in the garage. Putting the car in park you get your phone from your bag, no missed calls or texts from him.

You knew he planned to cook dinner, so maybe he went to the store. Shooting off a text to him you wait for his usually quick response but nothing comes.

Heading inside you drop everything on the kitchen island and spot a note in Nestor’s nearly illegible writing. “Be back for dinner. Love you! Nestor and Niko”

Deciding you had time before they were home it was only 4pm after all, you took Eva out for a walk and then took a long, uninterrupted shower.

You held your worry and panic at bay until day turned to night and the clock was approaching 7pm. You’ve called and texted with no response, even calling Miguel, Paco and Marcus. No answer from anyone. Your panic is quickly rising and all you can think about is him and your baby in an accident or stuck on the side of the road.

You were in a full blown panic and on what was probably your 100th call to Nestor’s phone when Nestor finally answered.

“Hailey? Are you okay?”

A sob escapes your lips, and tears stream down your face. “Nestor where the fuck are you? I’ve been calling for hours, where are you two?!”

“I left you a note and a text that I had to help Miguel, that I had to take Niko to Maria.”

“Your note said you both would be home by dinner, it’s nearly 9 a night!” Sniffling, your anger took over the relief of hearing from him. “I want my baby home and I want him home now, Nestor. We can talk when you are back.”

“Hailey, I’m…” you didn’t hear what else he had to say, because you hung up.

After 30 minutes you hear the garage door open and then close, and then Nestor’s foot steps and your baby’s cries approaching. Without a word you bend down and take Niko from his seat, clutching him to your chest. “Hails.”

“No. I’m not talking to you right now. I’m feeding him because my boobs are throbbing from needing to nurse, and I’ll get him to bed. Then we can talk.”

After a long feeding, a good burp, new diaper and comfy jammies, you’re rocking an already sleeping baby not willing to put him down just yet. A shadow at the door pulls your attention away from him, Nestor is waiting for you and looking guilty…as he should you can’t help but think.

Getting up you laid Niko in his crib, luckily he was milk drunk and out for the long haul. Turning on the noise machine and grabbing the monitor you walk past Nestor and down the hall to the kitchen. Slowly he follows you, choosing to stand across from you at the island.

“Hailey, I’m sorry. I texted you after I had him settled with Maria, but it must not have gone through. And I truly thought I would be back by dinner.” In his defense he did look sorry, truly sorry.

“Nestor, you promised me, specifically promised me if something came up like an emergency, which this better have been a fucking emergency, you would call me. Not text me or leave a note that didn’t even inform me where you took our 5 week old!” Taking a deep breath you hold it for 10 and let it out for 10, trying to gain some control. “I’ve been here for hours thinking you two were in an accident, or stuck somewhere, I’ve been freaking out, Nestor. It was so hard to leave him and then to not know where either of you were was too much.” Your tears have started again, those pregnancy hormones have not left you even now. “I can’t explain it to you, but being away from him physically hurts me. And the thought that something happened, Nes.” Shaking your head you couldn’t finish.

“Hailey, I’m sorry. Miguel needed me to go with him to Mexico, you love Maria and he said she could watch him. I should have called.”

“No Nes, you should have put your foot down with Miguel. You had your child, it was your day off, he has other men who could have gone.” Standing up, you wipe under your eyes and straighten your shoulders. “Your family needs to be number one, I’m not going to take a back seat to Miguel and neither is Niko. When you have our baby he’s the priority, not Miguel’s needs.” Turning your back to him, you head to your room.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To bed, because I’m done talking and I’m tired.”

“Don’t just walk away, we obviously haven’t solved anything, you're still mad.” He starts walking towards you, and you can’t hold it back.

“I am mad, I’ve spent hours scared and you didn’t answer the phone. But you saw me calling right?” His silence was the answer you didn’t want but was what you expected. “All it would have taken was you putting family first and answering my calls.” You’re both standing in the hall, staring at the other.

“Good night, Nestor. Please take a shower before you get in bed with me.”

“I love you, Hailey, I really am sorry.”

Giving him a sad smile, “I know, Nes, I love you too.”

“Are we okay?” His voice was off.

“Yeah, we are.” Turning away you stop again, looking over your shoulder. “Don’t come to bed too late.”

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