A/N: YāallĀ Iāve gotten really into writing this fic. I know for chapter one I said semi-slow burn but upon further consideration Iām upgrading this to just straight-up slowĀ burn. Iām not sorry. Enjoy some Nestor banter xo
Chapter Index
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(Threw together my own little fic header because why not?)
Part One: El CuchilloĀ -Ā An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.
Part Two: AlwaysĀ -Ā Nestor learns about what happened.
Part Three: In the DarkĀ -Ā You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.
Bishop is livid, fucking livid. He can feel the fury chasing through his veins as he stands on the patch of land outside the clubhouse at two in the morning, his eyes fixed on the three men kneeling in front of him, their hands bound behind their backs.
Sanchez, the man who had planned to burn down your house.
Flaco, the man whoād tried to murder you in your sleep.
Ramos, the fucking orchestrator of all this chaos.
Hank and Taza stand on either side of their prisoners, making sure no one gets a stupid fucking idea in their head and tries to run.
Itās fitting in a way that it comes down to the old guard. These were the men who swore to protect you once upon a time. When your father was at his wits end, staring down the bottom of bottle because he didnāt know how to help you. What you donāt know, what you will never know is that they had plans for the list your father made all those years ago. If you hadnāt sought your vengeance first, they would have done it for you.
He hears the roar of the motorcycle in the distance, it tears through the air like a banshee screaming into the night. Noone speaks as the rider pulls up, they simply wait as he climbs off the bike, his snakeskin cowboy boots clicking against the concrete. Heās wearing his kutte tonight, his El Padrino patch showing predominantly in the overhead lights on he strides towards Bishop.
That rage, it seems to simmer. Bishop can feel it radiating from the other man as he draws closer, his eyes glowing like coals from the deepest depths of hell. El Padrinoās out for blood tonight, Bishop can taste it.
āJust these three?ā He asks Bishop, indicating towards their captives.
Bishop removes Ramosās phone from his pocket before handing it to Marcus. The other man studies the messages intently, his thumb scrolling through them as he takes in the details of the hit.
Raze it the ground, heād written. I want her to burn.
āSmokey wasnāt involved?ā Marcus questions, handing the phone back to Bishop.
Bishop shakes his head as he returns it to his pocket.
āI have Riz keeping him company in the clubhouse, figured youād want to talk to him once you were finished with them.ā He says, inclining his head towards the three Stockton men. Ā
āYou were right.ā Marcus says, withdrawing the Berretta from the waist band of his trousers.
He points the weapon at Sanchez.
āThe one that wanted to burn down their home.ā Marcus says before pulling the trigger.
Flaco cries out as the blood splashes across his face, the stench of cordite fills the air as Marcus points the gun at him.
āThe one who fired an assault rifle into their bed.ā Marcus pulls the trigger again and Flaco falls face first onto the concrete.
āAnd you,ā Marcus says turning his attention to Ramos. āThe man who canāt let the past just die, who has to come back and rake it up because he canāt stand the fact a dead man was a better Mayan that he will ever be.ā
Ramos laughs, itās a haunting rasp that echoes through the yard as he stares up at Marcus.
āShe grew up pretty didnāt she? Javiās daughter.ā Ramos says, a cruel smile spreading across his features. āJust like her mother.ā
Thereās a flash of steel behind Marcusās eyes, his hand threads through Ramoās hair, gripping it tightly before he tugs it back and jams the Berretta right under his chin.
āA bullet is too good for you.ā Marcus snarls as he locks gazes with Ramos.
āShe was my girl.ā Ramos hisses, his tongue running over his lower lip. āSierra was mine until he rolled up and took her!ā
āShe didnāt belong to you.ā Marcus snaps, driving the gun even harder into the other manās jaw. āThat is something you have never been able to understand. She had a choice, and she didnāt choose you.ā
āI had her anyway.ā Ramos reminds him and, in that moment, he looks every inch the animal he is. āI took what was his and I ruined it.ā
āI should have let him kill you that night.ā Marcus seethes as he wrenches the other manās head back even further. āI should have let him beat you to death, instead of pulling him off you.ā
āBut you didnāt and now weāre here.ā Ramos grins, blood staining his teeth. āI bet her daughter would have tasted just as sweet as she didā¦ā
The words are barely out of his mouth before the gunshot explodes through the scrapyard, his brains spattering across the concrete.
āTake their kuttes.ā Marcus says as he stares down at Ramosās corpse. āWeāre heading up to Stockton.ā
Oh, mama donāt you cry!Ā Oh, mama donāt you cry!Ā
USA hockey is do or die!Ā USA hockey is do or die!
Take a hockey stick in my hand!Ā Take a hockey stick in my hand!
Go on off to a foreign land!Ā Go on off to a foreign land!
Blais said Iād be a star!Ā Blais said Iād be a star!
USA hockey will go very far!Ā USA hockey will go very far!
Take the Gatorade in your glass!Ā Take the Gatorade in your glass!
We just kicked your FUCKING ASS!Ā
They may not be teenagersā¦ š (sea turtles live to be 50+ years old)Ā
Theyāre definitely not mutantsā¦ š¢ (theyāve existed for over 100 million years, mostly unchanged)
They donāt even eat pizzaā¦ šš (depending on the species, seagrass, jellies, squid, or sponges are more likely to be on their menu)
But these heroes in a half shell have some serious turtle power! š¢ šŖIn fact, sea turtles are critical to maintaining the health of the seagrass beds and coral reefs where they live.Ā
When green sea turtles graze on seagrass, they increase the productivity and nutrient density of the blades. Similarly, by munching on sponges, hawksbill turtles provide space on reefs for corals to grow.
Request by @nessamcā:Ā can I request Nestor dancing in the kitchen with reader pretty please
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, soft Nestor like whoa
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Okay first off shout-out to @garbingeā for reminding me about this little New York AU I wrote about for Nestor forever ago. Itās just all softness and ughĀ I love it. Anyway, in keeping the tradition of fics in that AU being inspired by songs, this story is brought to you in part by the song Kitchen by Nic D. (You can find the other New York AU fics Here)
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