Contaminated (4/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: Sorry it’s taken longer than I mentioned for this chapter. Have had a lot of personal things going on in life but I’m hoping to getting back to updating at least once a week! Hope you all enjoy :)
Chapter Index
TW: Mentions of death, domestic abuse, murder, sex, alcohol, drugs.
Word Count: 4.3k words
Taglist: @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc
Lara slowly trudged up the sidewalk that led to the driveway of Bishop’s house. The sun was rising and the morning dew dripped off the grass at an even slower pace than Lara at that moment. Turning towards the house she stood for a moment staring at it, wondering how she was going to maneuver sneaking in.
The clothes she wore from the previous night were still hanging off her body, but just a bit more disheveled. That’s what happened when you stayed out all night at some dive bar though. As well as when you’re in and out of any room with a working lock in said dive bar, fooling around with some random stranger after having a series of traumatic events in your life.
Without thinking a second more, Lara had her plan perfected. Bishop was likely asleep on the couch and she’d just move quickly through the door and make her way to the bathroom, playing it as though she was up early to conquer the day.
She did a brief look at herself in the rearview mirror of Bishop’s truck on the off chance he woke up once she was in the house. Her natural curls were tangled within the curves of one another and the frizz was growing by the second in the Santo Padre humidity. Her lips were completely clean of any gloss, stain, or chapstick and they definitely were a little more plump from the activity they saw. Her neck had smears of her foundation that was intended to cover the red marks but was now only doing about half of that. She regretted not putting powder on top to really secure the makeup but there was nothing to do about it now. Lara began to quickly adjust herself, wishing she had carried a purse with some essentials, something that would help her wipe the day old mascara that had slightly smeared on her face or a face spray to liven her up, but she worked with what she could in the small side mirror before giving up and making her way towards the front door.
She placed her hand on the doorknob and took one last deep breath before holding it in as the door creaked open. Quickly maneuvering around the door, she pressed her left hand flat to it, the right still on the handle and as she turned to shut it, she positioned her body practically flush against the oak to hush the sound of it closing. As this happened, she heard the clink of a glass in the kitchen. Her head snapped immediately to see her father, hand on a coffee mug and sitting alone at the kitchen table.
The breath she was holding in let out as she knew she had been made. She took getting caught with pride as she strutted into the kitchen right by her father as if nothing happened and this was completely normal. Her eye caught the large tattoo on Bishop’s bicep that wasn’t there two years ago, but now with him sitting in an undershirt under the harsh kitchen light, was impossible to miss. Not to mention that the tattoo was her little brother’s face and for a moment when she saw it she felt her heart ache a little but not long enough to offer compassion to the man, if anything this fueled her attitude more.
“Nice tattoo,” the little sass in her tone didn’t go unnoticed by the man as she went to the fridge to grab a carton of milk.
Bishop’s eyebrows raised and he nodded briefly as he accepted this was how this conversation was going to go.
“Where were you last night?” He asked her, ignoring the tattoo comment.
“Went and got a drink,” she shrugged, pouring a cup of coffee. Still standing at the counter behind him so both their backs were facing each other.
“A heads up would have been nice,” he turned his head to look at her, not wanting to be demanding but trying to establish some ground rules.
Lara laughed for a moment and turned to him now leaning against the counter.
“Hey Dad, decided to go on a little bender by myself, I’ll call you if you have to come and bury any bodies.” She smiled sneeringly as she took a sip of her coffee.
Bishop continued to shake his head until his voice snapped.
“You think this shit is fuckin’ funny?” He stood up now, the chair screeching against the tile as it pushed back quickly.
Lara stopped chuckling and sunk down as the man raised his voice. Bishop saw the change in demeanor in the girl and immediately realized how scarred his daughter actually was.
He brought his voice back down and looked around the kitchen taking a deep breath.
“You can’t be doin’ this shit, Lara.” He said with more of a softer tone. “After what happened not even two nights ago, and you just go up and missing on me. You know who those people are? They aren’t people you want coming after you.”
Lara opened her mouth and thought to argue but stopped, she knew there was no point to argue. Their clashing personalities is what got them into this mess years ago when she left.
“Why do you think I called you. I knew you’d know how to handle the fuckin’ disaster I got myself into.” Her voice cracked as the tears formed in her eyes.
“Those bikers aren’t like me and Hank, they follow no code, they’re all about money, power, and self.” He said hoping she’d understand.
“So now what? I go into hiding for the rest of my life, staying two steps ahead of The Calaveras.” She placed the mug in the sink, now worried and concerned. She hadn’t given any thought to what was going to happen next and now the thoughts were overflowing her brain.
“No. I handled it. No one’s ever going to know it was you. For all they know, you left a month ago. They have a laundry list of people who could have done this as an act of revenge.” Bishop explained knowing he purposely dropped a reaper pin that used to sit proudly on someone’s kutte but now had a home at Jesse’s house.
“You just left the body there?” Lara was now alert and oriented 10x more than she was previously.
“Are you crazy? Hank and I handled it.”
Lara took a moment to be relieved. The two sat in the heavy silence of the room.
“I’m sorry about not coming home last night, I’m just used to making decisions on my own.”
“I get that.” Bishop answered, nodding his head. “You know me, I don’t need play by plays or tracking devices. Just wanna know you’re all good.”
Lara nodded. “Note taken.”
“I’m gonna head down to the clubhouse, let me know if you need anything and I’ll bring it back.” Bishop threw on his button up that was draped over the kitchen chair and then moved to the hooks near the front door where his kutte hung.
“Let me come with you,” She grabbed his coffee mug and put it in the sink before taking a couple steps toward him.
“Absolutely not. You’re not even going to be staying here long.” Bishop shook his head as he adjusted the kutte on his shoulders.
“Don’t.” Lara said firmly. “Don’t do this again. It’s just going to be an exact repeat of what happened two years ago.”
She hoped the words stung him. Not because she wanted to hurt him, but because she wanted him to see the full picture.
“It's not safe here, never has been,” he said with pain in his eyes. “I should’ve never brought any of you here. And that’s something you said to me, so you know it’s true.” There was just as much pain in his tone as Lara’s.
“Clearly it's not safe where I end up either.”
Her point was crystal clear but yet Bishop had no response. He just moved towards the girl and kissed her forehead.
“There's movies and shit in the tv stand, one of the guys got me one of those playstation things if you wanted to hook it up,” he said as he exited the door leaving no moment for Lara to say anything more.
Lara stood in the entryway of the house, feeling empty, abandoned, and hollow. She picked her phone up and moved back into the kitchen and made her way to the fridge where Frankie’s number was pinned up. Something the girl must've done when she was down here visiting once.
The phone rang a couple times before there was a cheery greeting at the other end.
“You got time to come to Santo Padre today?” Lara asked, skipping pleasantries and jumping straight to the point.
“Lucky for you, I’m already here, came down with Hank not long after you left. I’m at his place now but I can be at Bishop’s in 30?” The girl knew immediately who was on the phone.
“Meet me in the town square? I got a couple errands I want to run.” Lara said, grabbing her bag so she could begin her walk.
“Sure, see you in 30.”
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“So your errands were to apply for a job?” Frankie said as she caught up to the girl who had a bunch of applications in her hands.
“Need money,” she shrugged as Frankie snatched the papers from her hands to look at the places she was planning to apply at.
“Nope. Come on.” Frankie turned the girl around and brought her to her Honda coup.
The ride was silent. Lara was trusting of the girl, so wherever they were going she knew there was purpose.
They pulled up to another main strip, but this one was nicer. No trash, no graffiti, and Lara knew it all too well. The memories flooded back to her like they happened yesterday. Her eyes fell on the municipal building and the image of the family she once was a part of took her away from real life for a moment.
“One, two, three, JUMP!” Antonia and Bishop’s voices boomed with laughs as they walked down the municipal stairs with Aiden clinging to their hands as they lifted him up with every step. Lara smiled as she headed down the stairs alongside them picking up her pace so she reached the bottom before them.
“Feeling left out?” Bishop laughed as his arm swung around the girl’s shoulder and brought the girl close to him as they walked to the truck.
“You’re annoying,” she laughed, pushing him off her which earned a laugh from Antonia.
“Hey, if I’m annoying to you that just means I’m playing my role as a father correctly.” he smiled and unlocked the truck.
“Can we get ice cream?” Aiden’s voice yelled before they got into the truck.
Lara picked the boy up and held him in her arms. “Pleaaaaasseeeee” she rested her head against her little brother’s and they both poked out their bottom lip.
“Your mom had a long day at work, buddy,” Bishop’s hand extended out to the little boy's face.
“Okay, we can drop Antonia off and you’ll stay with her and I’ll take him to get ice cream.” Lara smiled in hopes to get the car.
“Nice try.” Antonia smiled from the passenger seat of the vehicle. “I could go for ice cream,” she looked at Bishop and shrugged.
“Alright, family trip.” Bishop grinned.
Lara was taken out from her memory when Frankie put the car in park.
“Right there.” Frankie pointed at the two story restaurant.
“Right what?” Lara said, turning to look where her finger pointed.
“That’s where you’re going to work. What you’d make in a week at any of those places” Frankie nodded to the stack of paper on Lara’s lap. “You’d make in a day at this place.”
Lara looked out the windshield at the lavish restaurant that read “The Villa” in the most elegant script font. The golden pillars held up the upper half of the restaurant and the smooth jazz that was playing from the entrance could be heard through the open windows of the car just slightly over the white noise of the fountain that sat in the courtyard where the outdoor tables were.
Just from looking at the place, Lara knew she was right.
“And how am I getting here on the daily?” Lara asked.
“Bishop can get you a car in an hour, easily.” Frankie frowned as they walked up to the restaurant so Lara could get a look.
“If it was up to Bishop, I’d be in another town in an hour.” Lara sighed.
“Ahhhhhh, I see. Look, if you tell him you’re gonna stay around for a bit, stay low and just work here, Bish isn’t gonna argue.” She explained.
“The Bishop you and I know are very different.” Lara smiled. “But honestly seeing how he’s been living? He needs help. He needs me here. Probably just as much as I need him.” Lara realized there was no point in arguing it. The two Losas’ needed some TLC in their life and some father-daughter bonding might be just the solution for both of them. “Alright. Let me apply.” She brought herself to enter the building.
The inside of the restaurant was even fancier than expected, and a gust of a cool breeze hit Lara as the ceiling fans in the restaurant slowly spun around. Waiters bustled around and were delivering plates that looked like they had been created on the food network to tables with people who looked like they would never be caught dead watching the food network. Some tables occupied families that looked more normal compared to the suits that occupied the other half of the eatery.
Lara stood at the podium waiting for someone to take notice of her. Frankie was outside across the street waiting on her phone. This gave Lara a few extra minutes to take in the richness of it all.
“How can I help you?” A voice asked from the podium.
“I wanted to apply for a job, anything you guys have available, I can serve, wash, cook.” She laughed trying to be as charming as possible.
“We actually could use a hostess.” The girl said looking over her shoulder at another waitress who was gathering utensils.
“Totally could.” She laughed as she dismissed herself to seat the people that came in behind Lara.
“You got any restaurant experience?” The waitress asked, now giving Lara her full attention.
“If I tell you yes, will you hire me on the spot?” The girl grinned hoping that by being funny and pleasant the girl, who had to be about Lara’s age, would give her a chance.
“To be honest you could say you murder people and I’d still hire you because you seem like a people person and you have a smile that will bring people back in, which is all the owner wants.”
Lara’s laugh after that comment was dripping in irony.
“Only murdering I’ll be doing is killing all the guests with kindness” Lara could have cringed at her joke but truthfully she’d say or do whatever to get a job right now. Being able to show Bishop she was serious about staying here was going to take some effort and already having a job lined up would be a huge help.
The two talked more about figuring out details of the job, like when to start, what her hourly rate would be, tips, dress code, just the basics. After about 15 minutes passed Lara was back outside making her way over to Frankie.
“You’re looking at the new hostess of The Villa” She said in her most fancy sarcastic voice.
“Amazing” Frankie smiled and hooked her arm into Lara’s as they walked back towards the car. “You mind if we stop at the club? I gotta pick up something.”
Lara looked over at the girl and didn’t speak for a minute. She knew going to the club was going to get a reaction out of Bishop, and not a good one, but also she could use the opportunity to talk to him about staying.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be your back up.” Frankie said as they approached the car.
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They pulled up to the clubhouse and immediately Lara was hit with a flood of emotions. This place was ultimately what broke the family she had and it gave her mixed feelings. She knew the way the club could suck every ounce of life out of you, but she also knew it was probably the only thing holding her father together.
“Everything ok?” Hank called out as he approached the vehicle and opened the car door for Frankie.
“Yea, just came to say hello,” she smiled up at her Dad. “Coco here?” She stepped away from him looking into the scrapyard and then moving her eyes towards the clubhouse.
“He’s in the office.” Hank pointed to the scrapyard station.
Frankie nodded and jogged over to the office door as Coco was exiting. Lara wasn’t far behind her after she quickly greeted Hank.
“Whatchu doin’ here?” Coco smirked and nodded at Frankie as he made his way to one of the piles of metal on the yard.
“You know Hank, can’t go more than a week without seeing me.” She smiled and followed him. “This is Lara.” She introduced her to the man. “Lara, this is Coco.”
Coco nodded at the girl and looked at Frankie. “Thought we had enough strays make their way through here.” He joked as he wrote a couple things down on the paper and then finally turned to both of them giving his full attention.
“She’s Bishop’s kid.” Frankie sported a shit eating grin as she saw Coco’s face fall.
“Fuck, my bad.” He offered the girl apologetic eyes. “Jus’ a joke you know,” he got a little nervous.
“You don’t gotta apologize, seems like we’re all strays off the beaten path,”
The man smiled, “Off the beaten path or following true destiny.” He began to get philosophical.
“Don’t get him started on this shit, he’ll have you thinking you smoked 20 blunts by the time he’s done explaining his Church of Coco meaning of life nonsense.” Frankie rolled her eyes.
“Says you, who hits me back with all that psychological textbook bullshit.”
They both stared at each other seriously for a minute before they both broke out in laughter. They had Lara fooled for a minute thinking that they were actually fighting.
Coco began moving back to the office and the girls followed behind them.
“I gotta ask you a favor.” Frankie said confidently.
“Ain’t nothing good ever come out of you asking me for a favor.” Coco turned around and got serious for a minute.
“Relax. It isn’t that deep. Figured since I’m down here early you could give me my monthly pick up.”
“You’re always asking for more than you’re payin’ for, you know that?” He leaned over the office table and pushed a few things around the drawer that was open and pulled out a bag that had about an eighth of weed in it. On the baggie itself it said “Frankie” on it, all ready for her. Coco tossed the bag to her. “Don’t tell me I ain’t ever did nothin’ for you.”
“You literally are sent from the heavens, you know that.”
“Yea tell that to every other mother fucker in my life.” His lips curled to one side in a smile as he brought his cigarette to his mouth.
Both of the girls began to walk towards the clubhouse. Frankie put the weed in her back pocket while Lara tried to get her head on straight for her talk with Bishop. After a few seconds of getting overwhelmed and only having taken two steps towards the green building she decided she’d just wing it. Quickly, before she gave it a thought more she turned to Frankie.
“So you two like a thing?”
Frankie practically choked on her chuckle. “Who? Me and Coco?” She laughed some more. “You smokin’ the shit I just bought?” Frankie joked. “Nope, just friends. He’s probably the closest person I got here. Everyone else is old as hell and too loyal to Hank– which I get by the way.” She turned sideways to talk to the girl as they strolled to the stairs. “It’s just nice having someone whose around a lot that I don’t gotta worry about always running to my dad.”
“Oh Frankie did this, Frankie was here, Frankie asked me for that.” She mocked what Lara had to believe was some of the other MC members. “Coco just gets it. He’d never betray any of them, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut is all I’m saying. Plus he’s smart. He’s got a lot of knowledge about life.” Frankie explained. “He brought in the prospect too, who's cool, but still too early on to trust him like I do Coco, you know.”
“Gotcha,” Lara nodded.
“Why, you interested?” Frankie teased.
“I think I need to take a break from boys.” Lara sighed. “Look what happened to the last one.” She quipped.
“The last one, hm?” Frankie said as they made their way up the rickety steps leading to the entrance of the club.
“What’s with that questioning look?” Lara frowned.
“Bishop called Hank last night to ask if he saw you. So in turn, Hank asked me. Figured you were out and about, but that was like 1AM, so that also usually means you were out with company. And I know you weren’t with an ex.” She teased back.
“You should go to school to become a detective.” Lara joked. “Yea I was with a guy. One night stand shit, nothing serious. Just needed to let off some steam.” Lara explained.
“Let off? Or Get off?” Frankie wiggled her eyebrows as they pushed through the clubhouse doors.
The smell hit Lara like a ton of bricks. The alcohol, the smoke, the smell of outlaws. It was so familiar and brought back so many feelings. Her gaze went from left to right, scanning over the chairs and then to the bar, and over to the pool table and then the big stained glass door. It was closed which meant someone was in there, and considering that some of the members were outside she knew it wasn’t an official church meeting but her father was probably stuck behind the head seat.
Frankie moved over to the bar but before Lara could follow, the door slid open. Taza emerged and saw Lara immediately and his face looked ecstatic.
“Lara.” He said with open arms and walked over to the girl and embraced her.
“Hola, Taza.” She hugged the man, giving him a tight squeeze.
“Your dad is–” Just as he turned to look for Bishop he already appeared.
“Right here. And wondering what the hell you’re doing here.” Bishop said with a firm voice.
“I’ll leave you two.” Taza said as his face filled with a pitying look before disappearing.
“Hear me out, please.” She said, holding her hand up.
“This better be fuckin’ good.” He mumbled.
“Let me stay here with you, you’re all alone in that house, it’s practically falling apart, inside and out. I can help out around keep the place looking livable, clean things up, and God forbid we spend a little company together. Would that be the worst thing?”
“We can do that if you’re a couple towns over. You can come visit every few months or I can come to you.” Bishop argued.
“So you can continue to live in a pit full of alcohol? No. I already got a really good job, Frankie helped me get it all arranged.” She pointed at the girl who was drinking a beer, she offered up a wave before she made her way over.
“Uncle Bish, it’s all set up, she’s going to be at her job more than she’ll be here, plus it’ll give me someone to hang out with when I come home and that’s also time spent away from here.” Frankie said, trying to convince the man.
“You spend all your time here when you’re home.” Bishop frowned at his niece.
Lara gave Frankie a look as she raised her eyebrows, expressing that she was doing more harm than good.
“Well, if Lara’s here then maybe I won’t be.” She said and quickly brought the beer bottle to her mouth so she wouldn’t dig herself any deeper.
Bishop managed to laugh. “You thought this through didn’t you?” He looked at Lara.
Lara nodded in hopes he was changing his mind.
As he began to speak, the door to the clubhouse opened up and Lara’s attention moved over to the commotion. The group of about 3 men walked in. She recognized the one man as Coco, and the other as Hank. The third man stood tall but she couldn’t see his face yet but he looked recognizable. She frowned, hearing her father still going on in the background but she was occupied with putting her finger on who that was and how she knew them.
He turned around and that’s when she saw his face. Her body practically froze. He was the guy from last night. As the world continued without her attention, her eyes followed the man who was yet to notice her as he moved to the corner of the clubhouse with Hank and the man she just met, Coco.
As Bishop wrapped up his long winded statement, Lara looked back at him.
“What?” She said still half out of it.
“I asked where are you working?”
“The Villa.” Frankie spoke up seeing how distracted Lara was.
Bishop nodded his head.
“Alright, yea you can stay for a few months. But don’t be hangin’ around here.”
Lara smiled, now coming back from the distracted zone she was in and hugged her father.
“Thank you.” She kept her gratitude simple.
“Don’t make me regret this.” He said giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading over to Hank at the bar.
Meanwhile, while Lara was having her conversation with Bishop and Frankie, the mystery man had caught a glimpse of Lara and was in just as much confusion and shock as the girl.
“Ay man, who is that?” He leaned over and asked Coco.
“That’s Hank’s kid, Francesca – Frankie. You fuckin’ know that, fool.” Coco said as he lit up his second cigarette of the hour.
“Nah, not Frankie. The other chick, talkin’ to Bish.”
Hank now interrupted the conversation. “That’s Bishop’s kid. And if I were you I’d stay far away. For your own sake. Bishop doesn’t play when it comes to Lara, and I don’t either.” Hank stood up and walked over to the bar.
As both Bishop and Hank were occupied at the bar, Lara turned to Frankie.
“Who is that? The tall one.”
“Who?” Frankie casually looked over her shoulder as she asked and then realized who Lara was referring to.
“Oh, that’s Angel, the prospect.”