*gasping* *panting* *leaning on fridge door drinking oj directly from the bottle with one eye on you* Okay....okay. Cricket, I'm gonna put this one in KNOWING you are a dangerous one today.
May I have Tendril(s), Etched & Case for my border side piece Angel again?
p.s. these have been my lifeline today. Love you mucho-muchođ„°
ma'am, I am but a simple woman. Put in the same situation, I would only act the same way. Enjoy <3
This shouldnât be the case. You know better than to be here, this late, on this doorstep.Â
You should be far, far away, but no matter how much distance you put between yourself and Angel, the map back to him is etched into your skin, drawn there by his own fingertips.
Your hand is poised to knock when his door opens, the tendril of cigarette smoke accentuating his cockiness at seeing you standing here yet again.
âCanât stay away, huh?â he asks.
What you mean to say is fuck you, but what comes out instead is a breathy, âFuck me.â
A/N: nothing like the release of a breakup album to make me bring back my own personal favorite pair of exes đ it's been 500000 years since i last updated but enjoy this little chapter nonetheless! also enjoy a little guest feature from a little side character because i was thinking about her đ xo
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She looked up when she heard the door chime upon being opened. The breath she was taking in preparation for her standard greeting to people, asking them who they were here to see and if they had an appointment, died on her tongue when she saw who it was that had walked in. Bishop and Taza never had appointments on the books to see Antonia, but Josie had figured out quickly that they werenât the people who got turned away because of something like that. It was uncomfortable at first but it didnât make her stomach tighten anymore like it used to.
Her hand was already reaching for the phone by the time they were standing on the other side of her desk. She was able to get out a quick, âHey guys,â before Antonia answered on the other end of the line and she switched tracks. âHey, yeah, Bishop is here for you. Okay. Thanks.â Setting the phone back on the receiver she looked at them from the other side of the desk, having to look up just slightly from her seated position. âSheâll be out in a second.â
Bishop nodded but it was Taza that spoke up with a smile. âAppreciate it.â
It wasnât any of her business, but she still ventured to ask, âEverything okay?â
The beat of hesitation that followed from all of them was just long enough for her to catch the differences in their facial expressions. Bishopâs face contorted into a pensive frown, like he was trying to figure out what her angle was in asking. The grin still on Tazaâs face said that he knew that Josie was just being nosey because she could, because she had them more or less hostage until the mayor walked out to collect them. The look of slight surprise on Gillyâs face, however, had her wondering if he would be willing to give her any crumbs.
Bishop cleared his throat and shook his head. âAll goodânothing you need to worry about.â
Josie smiled because she knew that she shouldnât laugh. âVery comforting, thank you.â
Their conversation was interrupted by Peñaâs shoes clacking against the floor. All four of them turned to look at her. The smile on her face was just enough to come across as professional, but Bishop knew her too well to be convinced that there was anything genuine about it. Josie had been working for the town just long enough to start figuring out the changes in the mayorâs posture and energy. Granted, in the current situation it didnât take a pro to figure out that Antonia probably didnât want to be dealing with whatever problems the MC was bringing to her doorstep this time.
Antonia took a breath, setting her shoulders back before she addressed them. âSomething I can help you with?â she asked, voice tight but still professional.
The smirk on Bishopâs face was one that Josie wished she could slap off on her bossâs behalf as he said, âYeah, you got a minute?â
Antonia lifted her eyebrows just slightly. âNice of you to say that like a question, Obispo.â She motioned for them to follow her. âCome on.â
Silent but knowing looks were exchanged among the three men. Taza and Bishop started to follow Peña back towards her office but Gilly remained by the front desk with Josie. Once the three of them rounded the corner out of view, Gilly stepped up and leaned against the reception desk. His forearms were braced flat on top of it, one hand resting over the other.
Josie leaned back in her seat, a smile coming across her face as she looked up at him. âWhat super secret motorcycle business do they have to talk to Peña about today?â
Gilly chuckled and shook his head. âI could tell you, but then Iâd have to kill you.â
Josie rolled her eyes with a grin as she toyed with the pen in her hand. âActually I think if you told me then they would have to kill you.â
He laughed. âYeah. That too.â
âCan I ask you something?â She paused and when she saw the amused look on Gillyâs face, she continued right on the way he knew she would no matter what he said in response to that. âDo they ask you to come with them to make you wait in the lobby while the grownups go and talk? Or do you ask to come along because you know Iâll be here waiting with you?â
He was shaking his head like she was asking something ridiculous, but the smile on his face was subverting it. âI donât justââ
âBecause I mean, Iâm just saying, itâs not like you can weigh in on anything going on in there from out here. Unless youâve got really good hearing.â
âIâm here just in case,â he said with a shrug.
Titling her head to the side, she mocked his shrug back at him. âJust in case what? Just in case Peña decides sheâs into concealed carry now?â
That got Gilly to laugh in a way that he couldnât hide. âYou never know.â
Josie was laughing too as she said, âYeah, thatâs true. If Bishop was my ex-husband, I guess Iâd be looking into that.â
He tried to stifle his laugh at that but wasnât successful. âDamn, brutal.â
Her laughter faded into a hum. âI donât hear you disagreeing, though.â
Gilly couldâve easily gone down the rabbit hole of that conversation, but he remembered where he was currently standing and stopped himself. Instead, he pedaled them both back to the original question that Josie had asked. âThey donât bother asking me anymore.â
Her brows met in confusion. âWhat?â
He nodded in the direction that Bishop and Taza had gone with Peña a few minutes before. âYou asked if they ask me to come with them.â He shook his head. âThey donât bother asking anymore.â
Josie could feel her lips wanting to pull into a smile but she tried to fight it. âWhyâs that?â
Gilly scoffed, gaze dropping to the woodgrain of the desk beneath his arms as he tried to keep his own facial expression under control. ââCause they know Iâll fuckinâ come hereâthey donât gotta ask.â He tried to say it casually but he knew that he didnât quite come off that way.
She twirled the pen between her fingers as she nodded, feeling the traces of warmth creeping across her face. âTheyâre not worried that youâre out here fraternizing with the enemy when you tag along?â
The ease in her tone got him to meet her eyes again. âDidnât realize you were the enemy,â he said with a laugh.
Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the desk and clasped her hands, still holding her pen. âI just figured that was the general sentiment towards us here, thatâs all,â she said sarcastically.
He laughed as he shook his head. âTrust me, youâre not the enemy we gotta worry about.â
âOh, okay, so,â she unclasped her hands and pointed at him with her pen, a smirk growing across her face, âthe fraternization is okay then. Thatâs what youâre saying.â
He gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes that didnât stand a chance at being convincing with the grin that was on his face. It was hard to be convincing about anything when he realized how close they were now, each of them leaning farther than necessary from their respective sides of her desk. Itâd take almost nothing for him to reach out and take her hands in his.
He fought the urge to do that as he said, âYeah, thatâs exactly what Iâm saying.â
âWell, that works out nicely then, doesnât it?â
Gilly opened his mouth to come back with something but before he could, the sound of Bishop clearing his throat as he approached with Taza and Antonia cut their conversation short. And even though neither Gilly nor Josie were technically doing anything wrong, they both recoiled from each other. Gilly stood up straight, and Josie situated herself back in her chair, not leaning so comfortably on the desk like she had been.
Bishop only looked at Josie for a brief moment before his focus landed on Gilly. âGood to go?â
He cleared his throat awkwardly as he nodded. âYeah, yeah Iâm good.â
There was a round of brief goodbyes, ones that never felt like they were being handled quite right. There were no clear compartments to put anyone in among them, which made exits a little odd to navigate. But it was over quickly and then the three of them were heading back out the same door theyâd come in through. None of them turned to look back but both Josie and Peña watched them leave until they were out of sight.
When they were gone, Antonia turned and looked at Josie. Her expression was almost completely neutral, hard to piece apart. It made the unease in Josieâs stomach intensify more and more with each second that crept by.
She set her pen down on the desk before running her hand back through her hair. âI wasnâtââ
Peña held up her hand to stop her. She didnât need an explanation. The reality was that maybe it would be better if Josie didnât give her one. âI didnât ask.â
âYeah, but I know it looks likeââ
âYou can do what you want, Josephine. Iâm your boss, not your mother. But I have to tell youâbe smart. Be careful.â
Antonia didnât argue it one way or the other, simply nodding along. âOkay. Just keep that in mind, alright?â
When Josie gave her a nod in response, Antonia let it close out their conversation as she turned and started to head back to her office. Josie let out a quiet sigh of relief at that, dropping her face into her hands once she was out of sight. The only thing that got her to look up again was the sound of motorcycles flying past their building on the street.
The ringing of her desk phone pulled Josie back to the present against her will. She hadnât even realized that her eyes were glued to the cellphone screen in front of her. The text from Peña was innocuous enough, just three sentences long, but three sentences was all it took to throw her right down memory lane whether she wanted to take that trip or not.
By the time she went to reach for the phone sheâd already missed the call. She leaned back in her chair, cellphone still clutched tightly in her hand as she read the text again. âHeard through the grapevine that things have been rough there. Hope youâre well. If you ever want to talk you can callâ
Josie didnât even know what she was supposed to say to that. She didnât know what she wanted to say to that. Peña had been gone from Santo Padre for months, and as much as Josie had hated to see her go, she completely understood it. She never pried more than she should when it came to whatever was happening with her and Bishop. She caught the overflow of it sometimes, especially after she had started dating Gilly, but Peña had always been the type to play things a little closer to the vest at work. It was the only way to stay somewhat safe and sane in the job. And even then, it clearly hadnât been enough because she was gone now.
She typed out the starts to a few different sentences and ended up deleting them all because none of them felt right. Heaving out a deep sigh, she pushed her chair back away from her desk and stood up. She wound her way through the building until she walked out onto the steps. She quickly put one foot in front of the other until she was on the sidewalk right by the road. Pulling out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, she sparked one up before hitting the call button at the top of the screen.
After a couple rings, there was a confused, âHello?â greeting her from the other end of the line.
Josie chuckled, smoke creeping out past her lips as she did. âYou should cut down whatever grapevines youâre still hearing things through. For your own sanity.â
It got Antonia to laugh, her tone easing. âI really donât hear much anymore. I just,â there was a shred of a pause, âI had to call the bank about some stuff to finally close on the house out there.â
âOhh, got it.â
âYeah. You know how it is there. Youâll know everything even if you donât want to.â
Josie hummed as she shook her head because she knew now more than ever just how right Antonia was. âI know how it is.â She pulled a drag off her cigarette. âYou sold the house though?â
The sigh that Antonia let out sounded like one of relief. âYes. Took long enough, but yes.â
âThatâs good.â
âIt is.â She paused. âHowâve you been, Josie?â
âAny chance you need an assistant at your new job?â she joked. She gave them both a beat to laugh before continuing. âIâm alright. Itâs different without you here.â
There was a pause and Josie had to imagine that Antonia wanted to ask about what had been going on, with the town, with the club. How could she not wonder? But she didnât ask. If Josie wasnât going to offer it up, it was no longer her right to pry.
âThat your nice way of saying better?â Antonia joked.
Josie laughed, shaking her head even though the woman on the other end of the line couldnât see it. âNo, no. If that was the case I wouldâve just said better.â
âNothing if not honest.â A beat passed. âSomething going on?â
Josie let out a dry laugh. âItâs Santo Padreâthereâs always something going on.â
Antonia didnât let it derail the conversation. âSomething going on with you, I mean.â
Josie took a deep breath. âSame shit. Sorry, if, um,â she tapped ash off the end of her cigarette, âme calling freaked you out. I saw your text and just figured, you knowâŠâ
âDonât apologize. Itâs good to hear from you.â
âNow whoâs just being nice?â Josie joked.
Antonia laughed quietly. âDoesnât mean itâs a lie, though.â She took a deep breath. âLook, I have to go. But really, I mean it, if you needââ
âI know. And, you know, thanks. But donât worry about me or this place. Block the area code or something.â
âIâll look into that. Stay safe, Josie.â
âDoing my best,â she said as she dropped her cigarette onto the sidewalk to snub it out.
They exchanged a quick goodbye before Josie hung up the phone. She tucked it back into the pocket of her slacks, not sure if she felt better or worse having had the conversation. She plucked her cigarette butt up off the ground and tossed it into the trash can before heading back towards the office building.
When she walked back in, she looked at the young woman sitting behind the desk. She briefly looked up when Josie came back in, but once she saw who it was she went back to her computer. Josie frowned slightly in thought. She thought about the mild panic that had been on Lenaâs face when Gilly and Bishop had stopped by before. Even the first time she saw them Josie wasnât sure she was ever that worried about them. Maybe she shouldâve been. Maybe if she had been none of it wouldâve played out the way it did and she wouldnât be stuck in the position that sheâs in now. She just hung up on one of the only people who had tried to give her an out from it all.
She wanted to say something to Lena, but she didnât know what. She mustâve been lingering a little too long for it to be comfortable, because she looked up once more from her computer. âYou okay, Josie?â
Clearing her throat, Josie nodded as she tried to get her facial expression back under control. âYeah, just zoned out for a second there. Thanks, Lena.â
The last thing that Josie wanted to do was go back to her desk and work. There was a knowing twinge in the back of her mind that her focus was going to be shot for the remainder of the afternoon. Part of her wanted to just up and leave, but she didnât really know where she would go if she did.
When she sat back down, she saw that whoever had called earlier left a voicemail. She didnât recognize the number off the top of her head, but it was a local area code, so with a deep breath she took the phone off the receiver and hit the button to play it back.
The second that she heard her name on the recording, she knew who was calling and her stomach dropped immediately. âMiss Costa,â Miguelâs tone was as even and calm as it had ever been, âI guess I missed you. Call me back at this number when you get this. I think itâs time I sit down with our new mayor now that sheâs gotten some time to settle in.â
The message ended and Josie all but slammed the phone back down onto the receiver. She huffed out a deep sigh, but it wasnât enough to get out her frustration. Pushing her hands back through her hair, she grit out a quiet, âFuck,â as she managed to set her hands on the surface of her desk without slamming them.
As much as she didnât want to remain involved in any of it, she knew that right now there was no getting out of it. So she pulled her cellphone back out. Without thinking she went right to Gillyâs name in her contacts. When she opened their old thread of messages, though, she felt the cold sting of reality across her faceâall of her last messages to him months beforehand never having gone through. She knew that it wouldnât be any different now.
Pinning her lips into a thin line, she went and found EZâs name instead. âCall me ASAPâ. She knew that there was no guarantee of an instant response. For all she knew he was out in the middle of the desert somewhere with no service.
For the first time in a long time, luck was on her side. Before she could spiral out too far, her phone started ringing. She snatched it up off her desk before the second ring ended. âHello?â
âWhatâs going on?â EZâs voice came through from the other end of the line, a little breathless and Josie didnât want to think too much on why that mightâve been.
She looked around to make sure that no one else was around. âThe mayor.â
âWhat about her?â
âGalindo called asking to meet. Iâm going to have to set him up with something or heâs just gonna fucking show up uninvited.â
There was a long pause and for a moment Josie was about to ask if EZ had heard what she said. Finally, âSet it up. Let them meet.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah. See what she says afterwards and let me know.â
âDonât you want to getââ
âWeâre an easier sell if weâre coming in to solve a problem that she has.â
Josie scoffed and shook her head. âYouâre just gonna give her a different one.â
The pause that followed let her know that EZ wasnât looking for the extra commentary. However he mustâve had too many other things on his mind because he didnât say anything about it. âLet me know when you hear anything else.â
She couldnât hide the bubbling sense of frustration as she said, âYeah, okay. Got it.â
EZ heard it, too. She could tell by the way he changed his tone when he spoke up again. It wasnât quite apologetic, but something akin to it. âJosie?â
She sighed. âWhat?â
Whatever minute kindness he was going to try and extend, he backpedaled on. âNothing. Never mind.â
For a moment Josie wished that he could see the way that she rolled her eyes at him. âGood talk.â
She heard the telltale breath of someone gearing up to say something to try and defend themselves and she hung up before he could even try. As she reached for the office phone on her desk to call Galindo back she couldnât help but miss the days when she didnât know much of anything at all. Back when fraternizing with the enemy was just a bad joke that got her and Gilly laughing harder than it shouldâve because they were trying to keep each other on the hook.
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âItâs him, isnât it?â Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man youâd leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.
âYes,â you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.
Youâre expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.
âHeâll never forgive us,â You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.
Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.
Summary: Your neighbor Angel is very protective. Very.
Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader
Warnings: Dark/yandere Angel, mentions of a mean ex, breaking and entering technically, blood
A/N:I...I don't know where this came from. It just happened as I conjured up ideas about being chased in the woods đ
You blink once.
Twice.
A third time.
Then a fourth.
Your eyes seeing the scene in front of you clearly, yet your brain entirely unable to process what being fed into it. Thereâs a man sitting across the room in your chair but itâs dark, and you canât see who it is. Itâs just a shadow, shoulders broad, one leg brought up bent to rest crossed against the other knee. You can hear your heartâs every beat in your ears, pounding in your fear. You sit still, unsure what else to do, hoping that itâs just a pile of clothes that looks super scarily like a figure.
But you emptied all of the clothes out of that chair today when you were cleaning.
âHello?â
Your voice sounds foreign, raspy and stupid.
If this were a horror movie, youâd be laughing at the girl on screen. But you donât know what else to do. And just when youâre sure that youâre simply hallucinating, a voice answers you back.
âHi, baby.â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and despite your brain recognizing the voice, you canât put a face to it. The term of endearment has a shiver running through you and you reach over to turn on the lamp in a panic. You spin your head back, a whimper dying in your throat as you can see him fully now.
âAngel.â
He smiles tightly, then itâs gone again, eyes dark as they keep staring at you.
Your panic settles, thankful that it isnât a knife wielding stranger in your home, watching you while you sleep. Eyes settling down to his hand, you catch the glint of metal.
No, itâs just a knife wielding neighbor thatâs watching you while you sleep. The question leaves your lips before you can stop it.
âWhat are you doing?â
You tried to keep your voice even but itâs shaky on the last word. You can see small splatters of red something dried on his knuckles, a few on his cheek. He shrugs, eyes still on you.
âYour ex showed up. Tried to get in.â
You swallow, the mere mention of the cruel man making your heart quicken again. Angel doesnât allow you time to fret.
âHeâs gone. I took care of it.â
He lets his crossed leg slide back down until both booted feet are flat on the floor, his body straightening out a bit.
âHe wonât come here again. He wonât ever hurt you again. I promise. You donât have to worry about him.â
Itâs a whirlwind of emotions as you try to convince yourself that maybe he doesnât mean what you think he means. Feeling relief, yet worry at the same time.
âWhat did you do, Angel?â
His eyes are soft as they look at you, if not a little unhinged.
âDonât worry, mi amor. Nothing for you to worry about.â
You swallow and the noise is audible in the silence of the room. He sucks his teeth and then stands, putting the knife back in itâs sheath, stalking towards you. He wonât hurt you. Youâre almost certain. But his walk is still reminiscent of whatever happened while you were asleep, and you swallow again as he comes up to the side of the bed, towering over you. His clean hand is gentle as it presses against your chest right below your throat and pushes you to lie back down.
Your head is swimming, foggy from the rush of adrenaline and remnants of sleep, still wondering how your beautifully rugged neighbor has managed to get into your home and what transpired in your home when he caught your ex trying to slither his way inside. You stare up at him from your pillow as his hands come to tug at the cord of your lamp, switching it back off and leaving you in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating his face.
âGet some sleep. Youâll be safe.â
When you wake up again, itâs nearly 8AM and the nightâs events come flooding back in, your body sitting up straight, eyes immediately going over to the chair in the corner. You breathe out a huff when you find it empty, and you wonder if maybe it had only been a dream. A weird, hyper-realistic dream. Thereâs no sign of the biker neighbor who always seems to be there whenever you need help and youâre convinced that maybe, your brain has made the entire thing up. You stand, making your way to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. You go about your morning routine like normal, eyes searching for evidence every now and then, but you donât find anything to suggest that you were anything over than alone last night. You chuckle, almost embarrassed, thinking of how ridiculous the entire thing is. It isnât until youâre at the sink getting breakfast ready that you notice a bulky silver ring sitting in the dish, left to dry and looking extremely clean.
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You and Nestor have been dancing around each other all night. What started as surreptitious glances across the room has turned into a fiery salsa of âaccidentalâ touches and locked gazes.
Each brush of his hand against your bare lower back chips away at the promises youâve made about not going home with one of the men draped in leather.Â
His latest touch sends heat pooling low in your belly before he slips away through the crowd again and the last of your resolve drifts away with the cloud of smoke as you turn to follow him out the backdoor.Â
Summary: Thousands of men and women have sat on that stool. Some who could buy the entire casino, some who looked like they just walked off the set of a movie, some of the kindest people Valâs ever met. Some of them look at her like sheâs on the menu, available to be purchased simply because they have the means to do so. But not a single one of them has ever made her feel the way he does.
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Author's Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for too long. It's unfinished, but too good to delete, so I would like to try something - If someone would like to continue the next part of this story, I will link it at the bottom! It can be like a group project!
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âExcuse me, miss?â
There it is.
She smiles knowingly at the cute blonde at the end of the bar. âYes?â
The woman looks a little shy, but it doesnât stop her eyes from darting to the wall of black leather at the other end of the bar. âDo you know what theyâre drinking?â
Iâm the bartender, what do you think?, she almost responds before screwing the customer service smile on her face. âBud on draft.â
âAll of them?â
She knows which one sheâs talking about, the way her eyes keep drifting to the tall guy at the end. âYep,â she says, letting her lips pop.
âCan you send him a new one? Give him this, maybe?â  She slips a napkin across the top of the bar that sheâs written her phone number on.
âSure, no problem.â
âThanksâŠ,â she pauses, her eyes drifting to the bartenderâs chest in search of a name tag thatâs not there.
âVal.â
âThanks, Val,â she says.
Val smiles back, hands already going through the motions of pulling another beer from the tap. Sheâs careful to make the head perfect, wanting to give this lady the best first impression she can offer, waiting until the foam hits the lip of the glass before grabbing the napkin with a wink and heading down to the other end of the bar.
âHey, pretty boy,â she calls, noting how several eyes land on her, but she keeps her eyes trained on the guy at the end. When he looks up at her, she sets the napkin down, making sure the number is facing him before sitting the glass on top. âThis is from the lady in the long black dress.â
His eyebrows raise, the guys around him falling silent for a moment before the heckles start. He doesnât pay them any mind, looking around her to make eye contact with the lady who sent the drink, raising his glass in a toast of thanks before knocking it back.
Val doesnât mean to, but she lets her eyes wander down the column of his neck, sinking her teeth into her lip. Itâs no wonder the bar got crowded with women when they came in. Wasnât a-one of them bad to look at but this guy definitely got the brunt of the attention. Taller than the rest, he stood out from that alone, but then you paired it with his lean physique, his hooded eyes, and perfectly coiffed hair and it was no wonder the women parted and followed him like a school of fish. When his glass clunks back on the counter, Val realizes she has been watching him, imagining running her tongue across his tanned skin. She quickly averts her eyes and busies herself gathering his empty glass before someone could catch her staring.
Sheâs seen them before, the Mayans Motorcycle Club. Different patches coming from different states, California being divided into Northern and Southern, but that was about as far as her knowledge went. Whatever their dealings in the casino, they were always respectful so she tried to be the same.
Val watches as the lady in the dress slipped from her stool, swinging her hips in an alluring sashay around the circular bar before landing on the seat next to the man sheâd sent the drink to. She is a smokeshow, Val will give her that. The black dress looks like a second layer of skin, slits in all the right places, showing just enough of just the right things. Her hair is styled to perfection, skin smooth and white as porcelain. She looks straight out of a photoshoot. Hell, even Val would make a pass at her if she thought she had a chance.
Val isnât a slouch herself. Her bartender uniform was meticulously curated by the casino owners to be sexy without being provocative. The smooth black pants hug her curves in all the right places, holding her tightly all the way down until they stop just above her ankles, block heels secured by tiny straps around her feet should be uncomfortable but for the amount of money the casino pays for them, she can work a whole shift without any abnormal aches or pains. Her stark white button up pops against her sun kissed skin and stops just above the hem of her pants, flashing glimpses of midriff when she reaches for something off the top shelf, but the two button allotment keeps her cleavage covered for the most part. Per state regulations, her hair is pulled up and out of the way, so other than smoothing flyaways, she just lets her dark waves be. Â
She knows the men of the casino appreciate the look, feeling their eyes rake over her every time she stretches for something just beyond her reach, but itâs not over the top enough for the women to feel they have to compete with her, so, generally, her tips from both are pretty decent.
Enough to keep her here for now, anyways.
She glances at the end of the bar, telling herself that sheâs just making sure no one needs a refill, expecting to see those two making out but sheâs surprised to find that the blonde has moved on and heâs sitting alone, the rest of his crew nowhere to be found.
âGet left behind, pretty boy?â
She doesnât know what prompts her to say it, sheâs not overly chatty with her guests, so when her eyebrows rise in surprise at herself, he takes it as judgment.
âPretty boy, huh?â The low drawl of his voice skitters across her skin. Sheâd obviously heard his voice when he ordered, but something about having it directed at her now resonates in a different way.
She rolls her bottom lip through her teeth, watching as his eyes track the movement. She tries to look nonchalant, shifting things around behind the bar to hide the tremble in her hands. âJust callâem like I seeâem.â
He nods, sucking his own plump bottom lip into his mouth and Val has to brace herself on the edge of the cooler.
Thousands of men and women have sat on that stool. Some who could buy the entire casino, some who looked like they just walked off the set of a movie, some of the kindest people Valâs ever met. Some of them look at her like sheâs on the menu, available to be purchased simply because they have the means to do so. But not a single one of them has ever made her feel the way he does.
TO BE CONTINUED......?
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Okay next request I've got is a list for Bishop. Time to show the Pres some love. Alright I've got the following prompts for Bishop:
22. Make me.
27. What if someone sees?
25. Don't act shy now.
29. Give me attention.
30. I need you.
32. Your mine.
38. Beg.
Yas! The Pres does need some love! Alright lets work some magic for Bishop shall we? As always 18+.
"Bish" you whispered as you nudged the sleeping mans leg with your own. "Hmm" he grunted as he stirred slightly. "Get up so we can go home and sleep babe" you replied as you shook your head at him. "Make me" he growled as he playfully grabbed at your arm pulling you down on top of him. "I don't think I can carry you out of here" you laughed as he kissed your forehead as his hands wound down your sides making you shiver at the feel.
"So pretty" murmured Bishop as you felt his hands start to lift the hem of your dress and knead at the flesh of your ass. "Were in the clubhouse" you murmured as you smacked his hands away making him grin. "And? I'm the Presidente. I can do what i want" he replied as he moved his hands back under your dress as he lifted his hips to grind against you. You closed your eyes as you bit back a moan at the feel of his tented jeans pressing into you. Bishop sat up some mouthing one of your hardened nipples through your dress sending a jolt through your body.
"What if someone walks in and sees" you questioned as one of his hands trailed between the two of your caressing your wet heat gently. "Don't act all shy with me now" mumbled Bishop as he laid you back on the couch keeping himself between your thighs as he kissed your neck. "Weren't you the one sending me pictures. Saying you wanted my attention while I was in Templo. Doing naughty things?" he growled as he hooked his fingers around the thin material of your panties and tugged hard ripping them from your body.
"Bishop" you moaned into his chest as he pushed two fingers into your core curling them up into that sweet spot. Bishop grinned as he kept up his pace as he felt your clench around his fingers. "You like that?" he whispered into your ear as he sped up some making you whimper as you squirmed under him.
"I'm going" you started as you felt that familiar coil in your lower abdomen. "Not yet" stated Bishop as he yanked his fingers out of you before you tipped over the edge. "I need you" you whined as you grabbed for his hand to move it back. Bishop chuckled as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and undid his belt and jeans with the other. "I know you do Querida" he murmured as he caressed your cheek before standing up and stepping out of his jeans and boxers.
As he got back on top of you he grabbed the front of your dress and yanked it down exposing your breast to the cool air. "You mine. All mine no one elses" he murmured as he trailed the head of his cock through your slick folds. "All yours" you whispered as you raised your hips forcing him in more. "Naughty girl" murmured Bishop as he pulled all of the way out and moved to grab your throat to pin you down. "Remember. I'm in charge. You want it? You beg." stated Bishop as he squeezed your throat gently making you moan.
"Please. Bishop please fuck me" you whined as you let his lust filled gaze. Bishop wasted no time in burying himself deeply into you. Slamming his hips into your in rapid strokes as he thumbed that sensitive bundle of nerves taking you over the edge in mere minutes. You were still riding the last remnants of your own orgasm when he let out a final growl and poured his own release out before collapsing onto you on the couch.
"Home for round two old man?" you inquired making him laugh.
I just wanna make him happy. He deserves it. Enjoy!
Mayans MC belongs to Sutter, this fic and Bella belong to me but I belong to the brown-eyes of a certain Mr. Angel Reyes.
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âDamn it!â
Angel grumbled under his breath while moving his dresser to find the ring that fell behind it. Peeking behind it, the visible layer of thick dust there mocked his housekeeping efforts. Yanking on it again, he saw his ring but also spied the edge of a small, thin paperback book. Reaching for it with his fingertips, he drug it close enough to be able to pick it up, knowing what it was as soon as he got it in his hands. It was coated in dust so he blew on it rubbing it on his shirt, and fanning away the burst of dust particles he put in the air. Pulling out the white rectangle sticking out of it, he turned it over. Â
Standing still, he stared at the old image of himself in the photograph he had slipped between the bookâs pages way back when - when it bothered him too much to look at it. It called him back to a different time, to years ago when his prospecting had just ended and the MC was doing so much work between Mexico and Oakland, that he had easily spent at least four days a week on the road. Oakland. Angel suffered through the business portions of every trip impatiently, knowing that once they arrived at whatever musty motel they were going to stay at, he could wash away the road grit and dive into the nightlife of the city. Angel loved where he was from but Oakland was a big fat melting pot of women, different languages and foods. Everything was different there, brighter and louder than his hometown of Santo Padre, he loved it...
And then he met her.
Angel heard her name when her group was introduced, but to him it wasnât fitting - it didnât carry any of the enchantment that he saw in her. He had watched her dancing, smiling, laughing and she was fluid and smooth like moving light. Beautiful. He put her given name aside and christened her anew. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, and tried to hide her smile when he first called her Bella, drew him to her side. Her reaction made him forget all propriety and boldly he reached out to run his thumb down her jaw. Her lips parted in surprise and her eyes on him, wide and unblinking drew him in more.
âLetâs go outside a minute,â he said leaning down near her ear, unintentionally brushing his knuckles against her hand. His lips tipped up when she let her one of her fingers link with his.
After that, Angelâs nights in Oakland were spent in her small but modern and airy photography studio instead of stuffy, low rent motels with snoring roommates. He slept sprawled out on her low rise bed or curled up around her form and woke up smiling. They had been young, wild and absolutely unashamed of their attraction to each other. Every week that he returned to town they came together with the force of a collision and didnât come up for air until one of them had to. They were uninhibited, hedonistic in her space but it was more than that. They were more than that. The exploration of bodies eventually lead to long talks, trust, connection. Angel wasnât looking for what they made together but in finding it he tried to make it work until the clubâs new demands outweighed his ability to get back to her. As the MCâs focus changed, Oakland saw less and less of him, until they both decided to call it. The regret in their final goodbye kiss left him bitter toward the entire city for years.
0.o.0.o.0
Bella.
Angel sat on the end of his bed fingering the edges of the photo. It was too late to shove it back into the old book or just slip it in a drawer - he was already inside of itâŠremembering. He could practically hear the rain that had battered her windows all that day. The darkened clouds and thunder had kept the MC from leaving Oakland that morning as scheduled. Marcus wanted everyone to stay put because riding on chrome in the wide, flat desert areas they had to travel to get home, was a death wish. Angel remembered that he had smiled wide at her over his shoulder hearing the âorderâ. Stripping off his cut, he jumped back into bed with her, joyous at discovering they had more time together.
They spent the day in bed letting the rain mold their mood into something lazy and playful. She lay in his arms showing him how to use one of her many handheld cameras, then sat at the foot of the bed posing for him. Just as he was about to take another photo of her. she jumped up.
âAngel, stay like that,â she had said with an excited look in her eyes, picking up an ancient camera from a display shelf. âDonât move.â
To his embarrassment she began shooting him. Moving his position a little, then clicking away. Once she was finished, she disappeared into her small processing room. She had shooed him away from the tiny space many times before, so when she finally poked her head out to call him in, he was puzzled. Strolling inside the darkened room, Angel was confronted with the pungent smell of chemicals and her true talent. Standing behind her with his arm wrapped around her waist, he stared at the hanging prints of the images they had captured that day in astonishment.
âLook at this one,â she said handing it to him. Taking it from her, Angel was taken aback. While he recognized himself in it, having the bottom of his face partially covered by the camera and some of the upper portion cut from the frame entirely, made him look like a mystery yet to be revealed. She had given it a deep sepia finish that he couldnât fully appreciate under the tinted lights but he knew the look was truer to their mood that day than color would have been. He was draped with a blanket and swathed in the shadows from the overcast gloom of the day. She chose not to lighten the picture, leaving the shadows on him deep and the background obscure. The effect emphasized muscle tone he didnât even know he had. He couldnât stop staring at this version of himself. Â
She watched his eyebrows knit together, curious and also pleased - he had never seen himself like this. Every choice she had made gave it a warm, soulful darkness. Â
âI look--,â Angel started to speak but faltered, embarrassed. He shook his head, smiling slightly, handing it back carefully by its edge. âThatâs crazy.â
She understood his reaction, her clients had it all the time - especially men. Seeing themselves, their own beauty, captured and showcased this way always caught them off guard. âNo,â she said quietly, hanging it back up. âitâs the way I see you.â Â
Moved by a feeling he didnât understand, Angel held her face and kissed her like he never wanted to stop. Feeling thoroughly seen and surrounded by photos of their playtime, he expressed himself the only way he knew how. With booming rolls of thunder and crackles of lightning in lieu of music, he lifted her up and took her again against the cabinet door in the room where her creativity manifested hidden beauty.
0.o.0.o.0
Staring at his phone, Angel hovered his thumb over the screen. Letting his mind wander until her phone number started to come back to him in pieces. First came the area code, that was easy. Then the first three numbers that made a triangle on the keypad. And finally the correct order of the last four numbers, that shaped a square. After all this time I still do itâŠhe thought. A triangle on top of a square, the way a child would draw a house - it was that way he had always remembered her phone number back then. Angel stroked down his mustache and beard with his hand smoothing over the beginnings of a smile thinking how EZ would have a field day with that bit of insight. Her number was a home.
Knowing it was Sunday and the likelihood of anyone answering was slim, Angel pressed send anyway. He stood up needing to pace a bit as it rang. By the fourth ring, he almost pressed the end button but something in him had to see if he had actually gotten the number correct.
âThank you calling Precision Studios. How I can help you?â
The surprise of it being a person instead of a voicemail greeting, gave him a jolt. The silk of her voice was so familiar, he practically curled into the phone. His mouth opened but he couldn't think of a greeting that would cover the amount of time that had passed.
She spoke away from the mouthpiece to the chaos in her background, "Quiet, please.â
"Sorry, ma."
Ma? She has a kid. Should he be counting the years since they had last been together? Angel's brain flashed an image of her swollen with pregnancy. She must have been beautiful, he thought.
"Bella?" His name for her, the name he had owned her with, left his lips without regard for if she had a husband to go with that child. He heard shuffling and the background of voices got louder.
"Boys! Shut it!"
There's more than one. Angel smiled at her sass despite the fact that his chest did a little clutch at the thought of her having an entire family while the single life had his feet trapped in cement for all these years.
"I'm so sorry. How can I help you?"
"Bella.â The silence on her end forced him to say something more. âYeah, uh...it's An--."
He barely got his name out when her drawn out gasp filled his ear. "Hoooooly shit." Her laugh was exactly as he remembered. "Angel?!"
Her quick recognition was a surprise to him, stripping away the many years that had put creases on his brow and streaks of silver in his beard. The excitement in her voice came across the line warming him to his toes and his smile grew, widening into a grin. âYeahâŠah, itâs me.â Â
âHold on,â her words rushed out, nervous. âCan you? Just hold on a sec?â
âYeahâŠno problem.â Now that she had said a few more words, he couldnât believe that she sounded the same and he wondered if he did to her. Waiting, he sat back down on the side of the bed, wiping his suddenly sweaty, hands on his jeans. On the other end, all sound in the background cut off as she squirreled herself away someplace private.
"Angel Ignacio ReyesâŠ.my god.â He could feel the affection in her tone doing things to him, he couldnât understand. âIâŠwow. How are you doing? I meanâŠhow are you supposed to answer that, right?â Her breath left her chest in a chuckle that felt like a hug. âBut yeahâŠhow are you?"
I should have made this call a long time ago. Angel closed his eyes for moment letting the feeling of reconnection wash over him. With a lazy smile, he listened to her while leaning back on his bed to lay down, tucking his arm under his head. Bella. All thoughts of the ring he had dropped behind the dresser were forgotten for the woman responsible for the photograph laying next to him on the bed.
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