Bishop chuckled at the surprise on Marcus’s face when he saw what (Name) was like after a few drinks. How flirty and clingy she was.
Bishop had been married to (Name) for about a year and they had a very unique relationship to say the least. They liked to bring other people into the bedroom on occasion. Typically those who knew how to keep it to themselves. (Riz and Tranq were their most common guests, along with one of her female friends from work).
But she flirted with damn near every member of the Santo Padre charter. They knew she was all about her husband (and those that joined them knew that it didn’t mean anything and was just for fun). She just liked the attention.
She wouldn’t let anyone touch her without her husband’s permission. And Bishop was the same about other women.
If anyone lost favor of the other’s partner, they lost the right to flirtation and definitely their invitation to the bedroom.
Tonight Marcus was in town with a few other charter’s Presidentes. Their presence had (Name) keeping her flirtatious nature in check at the party. She and Bishop had discussed it beforehand. Not many of them would understand their unique dynamic.
But Bishop could see the sparkly in her eyes seeing Marcus again for the first time since their wedding. She hadn’t kept the fact that she thought he was handsome a secret. But she wouldn’t act on a thing if her husband didn’t approve. And definitely not when the other charter heads were present.
She didn’t want people to think that enjoying threesomes meant she was up for grabs privately.
She only touched other men (beyond playfully grabbing biceps or dancing) when her husband was present. And he was the same with women.
She was a bit more liberal when it came to touching or being touched by other women. Sometimes when there was a particularly attractive hang around at a party, one who was into women as well and understood the dynamic, Bishop would often find her off in a corner, on one specific couch making outfits hands everywhere.
And he knew that he was about to have quite a fun night after the couple brought the young woman back into his dorm for the night.
But the party had wound down and most of the visiting men were either passed out in a spare dorm room or around the clubhouse. It was mostly the older men who were still up and playing cards or just talking.
Tranq and Taza were used to how flirtatious the wife of their Presidente could be, but Marcus was surprised, particularly when (after a nod of approval from Bishop) she had turned her flirtatious eye on him.
The other two disappeared for the night, off to either sleep or find a bedroom guest of their own for the night.
Bishop had to admit he was enjoying seeing Marcus squirm a bit, unsure of how to react to the other man’s wife standing so close, leaning in and saying suggestive comments.
When she walked back to the bar to grab the three of them another drink Marcus looked at Bishop incredulously, “You okay with that?” He asked.
“What? She’s flirted with you before,” Bishop chuckled.
“That was different, she was practically propositioning me,” Marcus said, confused as to how Bishop couldn’t see it.
“More like inviting you to join us,” (Name) said as she walked back over and handing both men another beer while she nursed a Sprite now, “You wouldn’t be the first.”
Marcus practically choked on his beer hearing that. “What?”
“I like being shared,” (Name) said plainly, “And Bish doesn’t mind sharing me from time to time.
Bishop shook his head laughing as Marcus put a few things together about their night so far. Plus he had known (Name) to be flirtatious. But she seemed to have been more reserved tonight.
“This wouldn’t be an offer if we weren’t the last three out here,” Bishop said honestly, “She flirts with pretty much everyone...but only a couple have been invited in...and nobody we both don’t know and trust.”
“I would ask that whether you wanna join in or not, not mentioning this to anyone else, I only let other men touch me when my husband is present.” She said simply before setting her hand on his chest and leaning towards him, “But if you want to have some fun, I’m willing.”
It didn’t take much more convincing before (Name), Bishop, and Marcus disappeared into Templo so they could have some privacy. The young woman wrapped her arms around Marcus’s shoulders and leaned in pressing her lips to his while Bishop made sure the door was shut.
Marcus kisses back, taking control of it, getting comfortable with the situation quickly. And (Name) let him take control of it. She liked to submit sexually. She always had. She moaned when his hands groped her hips roughly. He pulled away.
“Gotta admit, I always thought Bish was one lucky son of a bitch to snatch you up,” he growled, “Even luckier now that I know how fucking kinky you are.”
(Name) giggles and leaned up to trace along his jaw with her soft lips, “Well, tonight I guess you’re lucky too.”
Bishop walked up behind her and set his hands on her waist, “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” He teased her.
“I don’t hear you complaining, Obispo,” she giggled and turned her head to press her lips to his quickly.
He chuckled and kissed back before pulling away, grasping her jaw, “Get on your knees,” he told her firmly.
A shiver rolled through her at the tone of his voice. She bit her lip and pulled away from Marcus to drip down to her knees between both men. Both of them, so handsome, so powerful and typically stoic. And both about twenty years older than her.
She liked older men like them.
They always knew just what a woman needed.
She remembered that when she met that Bishop that neither expected that they would have been headed down the aisle. It was supposed to be a fling. But it led to so much more.
And they kept each other well satisfied.
She dropped eagerly to her knees between the two men. She was now eye level with their erections, which were being strangled by their jeans she was certain. They each undid their pants and pushed them down along with their underwear.
The sight of their hard cocks had her mouth watering and she could tell she was wet as could be as well. They were about the same length but Bishop was thicker. He always provided the most glorious stretch.
She adjusted on her knees before reaching up to grasp each of their cocks in her soft hands. She slowly began to stroke them in tandem. Teasing them.
The sound of their groans went right through her. Right to her pussy. She stroked them both a little firmer. Knowing what Bishop liked and getting a feel for what Marcus enjoyed.
She leaned in and placed a kiss to Bishop’s tip before turning her attention to Marcus’s dripping cock. She kissed his tip before giving it a few kitten licks. Moving her mouth a bit lower to lick along the underside the entirety of his length.
“Fuck, she’s a goddamn tease, isn’t she, hermano?” Marcus asked her husband.
Who she was being certain to keep leisurely stroking as she worked Marcus with her mouth.
“She is, but she follows through...every fucking time.” Bishop groaned.
(Name) had to smirk to herself. It was true. She teased. But she did follow through. She enjoyed the games she played far too much not to finish them.
She licked his tip a few more times before smoothing her lips over his tip and taking the head into her mouth. She moaned around him.
He was hot and throbbing already. For years she was self conscious about how much she liked giving head. She got off on sucking dick. And some guys had been put off by that for some reason.
But not Bishop, not her Obispo. He embraced her more sexual side. He liked it. He wanted her to get off in any way she needed to. Even if that meant sucking Marcus’s dick in Templo while slowly stroking his cock.
And Marcus seemed to be enjoying it too. His eyes were half lidded while he looked down at her. Her mouth eagerly taking more and more of his dick into her mouth. Bobbing her head a bit and moaning between working him with her tongue. She was good at it too. She was sucking him like dick was her favorite treat.
And truth be told...it might be.
Marcus had been unsure about grabbing her head or hair until she pressed herself lower taking him as deep as possible, gagging and moaning at the same time. His large hand lowered to grasp her hair firmly.
She deep throated him for a moment before pulling off of him, her hand beginning to stroke him again. Looking up at him and winking. He growled at the sight of it.
She turned her head to urge Bishop into her mouth next. Being sure he wasn’t feeling neglected. While she liked being shared she would be honest in sweating that her husband’s cock was her favorite. He was perfect. Like he was made for her.
She licked along him several times before smoothing her lips over his tip. Suckling his head before taking more into her mouth. She couldn’t fight her moan at the feeling and taste of him.
She made sure to keep her hand moving along Marcus’s cock. Not wanting him to feel ignored.
She bobbed her head while sucking off Bishop. Moaning the entire time. She knew her panties were flooded. And her pussy was throbbing with desire for them.
Bishop grasped her hair without fear of her disliking it. He knew just what she liked. He urged her to keep going. To up the pace. Take more with his grip and guiding of her head. Silently showing Marcus she liked it rough.
He trusted Marcus not to abuse that fact.
Bishop held her head down for a moment longer before tugging her off his cock as she gagged. He urged her to take Marcus back into her mouth. Pushing her head that direction and telling her to give him some attention. Marcus eagerly took hold of her hair as she did what she was told.
She didn’t mind giving only right now. She knew that she would get hers soon enough.
She switched between sucking Marcus and then Bishop a few more times before the former held her head down with a low growl of her name. Cumming hard and filling her mouth and throat with his release. She moaned and eagerly drank him down.
She took Bishop into her mouth again and sucked him to completion as well. Swallowing his cum just as eagerly.
After she pulled off of him her husband lifted her off the floor to lay her on the Templo table. “It’s your turn now,” he purred, a filthy promise that she was fully eager to enjoy.
Her night with two very powerful Mayans had only just begun.
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! Please be very aware that most of these writings involve the theme of abuse, sexual assault or discussion around suicide. If you might be harmed, triggered, by in any way shape and form upset or offended by these themes, I don't recommend reading them. I write for my own comfort. !
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Chibs Telford
❀ ULTRAVIOLENT (reader insert, completed)
summary: A take on a scene from season 6, episode 1.
Y/N is a SAMCRO member and she ratted. Jax might have let it slide, but Chibs won't.
warnings: graphic description of violence
songs: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey, ecstasy by SUICIDAL-IDOL, Így hagysz el by Byealex ft Hiro (Hungarian song)
part I
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part I. i'm you jazz singer
summary: a twist from a scene from s6/e
part II
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part II. and you'r my cult leader
The next day she woke up with a horrible headache.
part III
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part III - a very short final snippet ♡
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Marcus Alvarez
❀ handle your own when you become a man (female oc, in progress)
summary: Veronica is a lone she wolf in the world of agressive and powerful men. She could always defend herself, always keep a straight face. Most importantly, they somehow always respect her.
Until one day.
When she has to do something that makes even herself question, what was she made for.
warnings: non-con discussion, extreme dubious consent, possible mature scenes
songs: Till it's gone by Yelawolf, what was I made for by Billie Eilish
part I
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a Marcus Alvarez x female!OC fanfiction
summary:
Veronica could always defen
part II
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CONTENT WARNING: mentions of rape, dubcon vibes, b
part III
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part I:
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Happy Lowman
❀don't fall, just crash around me (reader insert series)
summary: As a woman in a motorcycle club there are some struggles unique to your femininity. However it gets to a point, where its unbearable. The only thing you can do, is lean onto your brothers for support.
warnings: attempted suicide, past rape, possible ptsd, aftermath of abuse
part I:
songs: Tears don't fall by Bullet for my valentine, City Lights by Motionless in White
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WARNING: attempted suicide, mentions of rape, assault.
part II:
songs: Down with the Sickness by Disturbed, lánc by Dzsúdló, Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
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❀will be gentle (reader insert one-shot)
summary: You decide it's time to get your first tattoo, and who else might do it than Happy?
warnings: implied smut at the end, masochistic kink, slight dom/sub undertones, mentions of past abuse
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summary: You decide it's time to get your first tattoo, and who else migh
There weren't many memories from her childhood, and the ones that she did have seemed to be fogged with smoke, blocked out as a coping mechanism, and certainly not enough happy ones to cancel out the bad.
Her earliest... her earliest was from when she was five, when dad had come into her room far too late at night.
When he had touched her.
She didn't remember much else, just his hands—calloused and large, a little damp and warm—running up her legs, touching her in places he most certainly shouldn't have.
That became normal, his fingers on her body. Touching her in ways she noticed he did not do when anyone else was around.
But mama never seemed to notice, never seemed to care. She certainly didn't care when she walked out the door and never came back.
Her mother leaving only made things. Dad just kept coming into her room, more and more, until that night when she was twelve, when her legs had gotten longer, curvier. Her breast just starting to take form.
That's when it had happened.
She had cried for someone to help her, cried and begged for him to stop, but he didn't, and it hurt. Hurt more than her body, it hurt something in her soul.
He had just covered her mouth and told her not to tell, that it was part of growing up, their secret.
Their secret that made her nauseous, that sent tears to her eyes. Their secret that... if she ever were to tell, would get her in much more pain than she thought she was in at that moment.
And so it had continued for years. Almost every night until that one day in the Clubhouse, that one rare day Dad had brought her along.
She'd been sitting on the hood of a truck waiting as per her instructions, when he had emerged with the others.
She couldn't help the way she flinched when he reached for her, pulling her legs away.
That was the moment she knew trouble sparked, because Tio Donato noticed first, and his eyes never left her father, accusations behind their dark surface.
A day later she found herself with the Presidente, and the VP inside her home, but Dad wasn't there.
"Where's your father?" Tio Donato had asked, his voice a mix of business and casualty.
"I don't know." she had answered honestly. "He should be back tonight."
Then the two men had looked to each other, some kind of confirmation flowing from one dark gaze to another, and Tio had kneeled in front of her. "Danika, is there anything we need to know?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she swallowed and asked, "About what?"
"About your father." Alvarez asked, looking down at her with a tight expression she knew meant business.
Never lie to the club. Never disobey orders or ignore questions. Those were the rules... but...
"I don't know." she whispered, fear crawling up her heart.
"You can tell us, mija." Tio whispered, setting a soothing hand on her shoulder.
Maybe she had to... maybe this was her chance, and... this was the Presidente and VP, her father only ranked as the El Pacificador, which meant he was outranked here.
She hadn't expected the tears that sprung to her eyes, hadn't expected to sob into her uncles shoulder for a good half hour as she explained everything.
That, it seemed, had sealed her fathers fate.
He was stripped of his patch that evening, though Danika had asked to let him live, the Club sending him away with nothing but shame.
Under penalty of death Alvarez had threatened him to never come near Danika again, but Tio had sent her father away with bruises, broken ribs and a dislocated jaw. Along with the same promise.
He had raised her after that, for years, through hardship and duty. Swearing she would not be hurt again.
It was not until she was well a woman, and Tio had gone gray, that's when her world had gone to hell.
Chapter One: SAMCRO
She was jostled inside of the truck as they moved around the corner, pulling up to the warehouse. The night was already far spent, but the movement was to be made now.
And as much as she didn't want to be here, she was, acting under the only guise that would keep her alive for now.
Danika tried to ease her racing heart, but knowing her possible fate was making it hard, especially when the swaying truck made her brush up more against the men at her sides, making them smirk and move their shoulders into her.
She curled farther into herself, pulling her knees up, wishing there was a way to make herself smaller so that she wouldn't have to touch any more.
"What's wrong, baby?" Whistler jeered. "I make you nervous?"
She tried to ignore him, looking away and moving her shoulder closer, using the curb they turned as an excuse to tilt farther from him.
The fact that he was even treating her this way was bullshit, the man (or cerdo blanco, as she had taken to calling him in her head) was part of the Nordics, strictly prejudice and hateful towards anyone without white skin. Certainly he saw her as nothing more than an animal. Which was exactly why he would continue to torment her.
This "deal" between the Nords and Mayans? She knew it would end badly.
Just stick with the plan... stick with the plan. It would all be worth it.
The vehicle stopped and they turned to her, Whistler's hand locking onto her bicep. "Come on, sweetie." he said, pulling her up, practically shoving her off the tailgate and from the truck as the other man got out as well. And, because he could, he then shoved her into the metal door, grabbing the side of it to start pulling.
"Open it," the other man said.
"Hey, check the electric panel in the back." one of the ones from the cab of the truck said.
Whistler acknowledged them, then pushed Danika back into the alley behind the metal fence.
She grunted and slapped his hand off when he placed it on her waist. "Don't touch me." she hissed, only to receive a smack across the cheek and feel herself get pushed up against the fence again.
"Come on, man." the other man told him, jerking his head to the side.
"Yeah... you're right." Whistler muttered. "Wanna enjoy this pretty little Mexi treat thoroughly." He put his one hand on her chin, grabbing her face up, the other had his gun, slowly pressing the barrel to her neck. "But don't make me use this, baby. Don't."
She swallowed, her eyes still set in defiance in the yellow lights from the alley, pressing her lips tightly together. "You know what Alvarez would do to you?"
He leaned in closer, his eyes reminding her of exactly what was at stake here, making her a promise in that hateful tone. "Fuckin' nothing, because he wouldn't find out, would he?" He then walked away, motioning her along.
She followed reluctantly as he went to check on the panel as instructed, but was startled by the sound of a gunshot from the alley.
Danika spun towards the noise, the men running instantly towards it. Whistler dragged her along in the opposite direction of the other man, who bolted back to the truck.
It was a matter of seconds before the sound of squealing tires, then someone shouting 'I got him', was followed by a few more shots and a crash.
She felt her adrenaline rush as more voices sounded, and Whistler pushed his hand against her mouth. "Don't you dare scream, bitch. Scream and you're dead. Move and you're dead." he hissed, emphasizing his words with prodding his gun into her forehead.
Danika held still, choosing to do as she was told even when he jumped out of the alley and fired off a few shots into someone she couldn't see from her angle.
There was a pained grunt, then shots from an opposite gun.
She saw Whistler's body shake with the impact of being hit, once, twice... several times, then he yelled and hit the ground.
The gasp that came out of her mouth was uncontrollable, and she instantly jerked her eyes over to the sound of the voice that came from the alley.
"Come out now," some grating male voice commanded. "Hands on your head."
Her heart was pounding, but she slowly raised her hands upwards and stepped out of the darkness, into the amber light of the alley.
Bringing her face-to-face with three men, one much older, white hair, a squared jaw, the other young, blond, handsome. And the last with piercing blue eyes, but that was the only feature she made out clearly with his hood.
"You gotta be kidding me..." the hooded one murmured, lowering his gun.
"Mary, mother of Christ!" some accented voice suddenly exclaimed, and she turned to see two others jogging forward. "I leave you bad boys for two minutes and it all turns to shit!" He stopped when he saw her standing there, hands still in the air. His dark eyes registered confusion, then he looked to the others. "What is this?"
"Figuring that out," the blond said, then looked to Danika. "Why you out here with them?"
"I—"
"No lies," the oldest growled.
"It was a deal they struck, I didn't want to be..." she hated the way she sounded desperate, hated the fear in her voice. Hated that she was doing this.
Without wanting to, her eyes jerked down to Whistler's body, which had stopped moaning and moving by her feet.
"You an old lady?" the older one asked.
She shook her head quickly. "No."
The hooded one kneeled down to roll Whistler's body over. "Clay, look at this." he said.
"Shit..." the oldest one—Clay, she guessed—said.
"One of Darby's guys." the young one shook his head.
Clay looked at Danika. "Darby workin' with Alvarez?"
"I don't know everything, all I know is Darby struck a deal to tell the Mayans where to get your guns, part of it was Alvarez handed me over to Whistler for a few days... as... payment."
The blond looked genuinely disgusted, and turned to Clay. "What the hell is this?"
"Looks like Darby did make some new friends in Chino." Clay said.
"Nords crew up with the Mayans, gives 'em numbers, access to guns."
"And a common enemy—us."
"Darby wants Charming."
"And the girl?" the Scottish man asked.
"I had nothing to do with it," she said, shaking her head. "Alvarez just sent me to seal the deal, they'll kill me if they find out I talked to you."
"You know who we are?" the blond asked.
She swallowed. "Sam Crow."
"Alvarez's your pimp, or what?" the other hooded one asked, the one who seemed young and tan skinned.
"He... it's complicated."
"We gotta get out of here." Clay said, then stepped forward and shot Whistler's already-dead body in the head, making Danika's eyes widen.
"What about her?" the blond asked.
"What about her?"
"Can't just leave her here." the Scotsman said. "Ye heard what she said about Darby, she ain't safe."
"Not out problem."
"Please..." Danika said, looking between them. "I have no loyalty to the Mayans or the Nords, I can do anything you need me to, just... don't let them take me back."
"What've you got to offer that we don't already got?" Clay asked, turning to her.
She held his stare, willing strength into her voice. "Information. I was on the inside. I can feed you things you won't hear other places."
He scoffed, turning to the blond again, by now, she was beginning to piece together that he might be the heir of the SAMCRO club, the prince as some people called him.
"Come on, Clay." was all he said.
The old man shifted his weight, looking agitated, then pointed in the blond mans face. "If she becomes a liability, this is your problem to clean up." he looked at the Scotsman. "Both of you."
To her surprise, the Scotsman sided up to her, nodding. "Aye."
Clay just watched them a moment, then shook his head. "Let's move."
"What's your name, love?" the Scotsman asked.
"Danika." she said, folding her arms up.
"Chibs." he answered.
"Jax." the blond added, nodding in her direction with a charming smile, then he jogged off after Clay.
The next several minutes were a blur, between the brief introductions to the club dragging the bodies into the truck and into the warehouse and wiring it... Danika was dazed, to say the least.
More so when she was instructed to get into the van they had loaded their stolen-back guns into and wait for them.
She was leaning out when they came running, watching as they all hurried into the van, but not before Clay shot up the sign above the warehouse.
It blew up moments after they were clear, erupting into a pillar of orange fire in the night.
Her face reflected the flames as Clay leaned out and smiled at the destruction, then they were leaving.
Leaving behind the destruction, the bodies, the criminalizing evidence.
And her life.
As the van pulled away, she realized heavier, that her old life had just gone away in the matter of less than an hour, for how long, she wasn't sure. Maybe forever. And now, whether she liked it or not (there was really no other choice) her life and just became entirely different.
That reality hit hard as she was taken away from everything she knew by the men she had been raised to see as rivals, as she went home with Sam Crow.
Alright- posting this on mobile. I left my computer at work. I'm also struggling because it doesn't allow for special characters, so the Spanish is wrong, and I apologize. The good news is that I have found a way to possibly shorten the wait time between chapters doing it this way. I have a new toy that allows me to convert my handwriting straight to text! All that I've gotta do after that is format!
Now that that's outta the way. Official shit - don't steal my shit. Especially now. I'm struggling. Don't make it worse.
Warnings: cursing, talk of guns and shooting, Happy Lowman (hey- he's a Warning.)
I apologize for the wait, but without further ado - Chapter 31
They talked themselves in circles pretty quickly and realized that nothing was getting solved this way. Creeper- ever the voice of reason- called a halt to the discussion.
"We ain't gettin' anywhere right now and it's lunch time. Time to feed the little princess. Give us time to think."
Angel nodded while the tios sighed heavily. "It's waited this long. Another few hours won't make a difference," Megan pointed out.
"Alright. Fine," Bishop agreed. " Let's see what we can find for lunch."
Megan laughed a little. "Spaghetti or mac and cheese?" she asked. "One or the other was the plan today anyway."
Angel perked up a little, but was interrupted by Marcus. "You don't have to cook, Poquito. We could order in..."
"Psh. I've already got everything thawed. If I don't use it, it'll just go to waste."
Bishop grinned. "C 'mon, then Poquito. I'll help you chop. Let's make spaghetti."
In the kitchen, Megan put Bishop to work chopping onion and bell pepper. She asked Hank to start the pasta and put the garlic breadsticks from the package into the oven. While they worked, she started making meatballs. She grinned as Creeper leaned on the counter next to her to ask about what she was doing.
Marcus sat in a chair nearby to chat to all of them and help where he could. Angel, on the other hand, answered his phone religiously. The big man seemed to be texting someone a lot.
About the 5ᵗʰ message that came through drew Bishop's attention. "You good, Angel? Your pop need you or somethin"? he asked as he started on the sauce.
Angel started a bit-surprised to be addressed. "Yeah. I'm good, Bish. It's Adelita wanting to set that meetup is all."
Marcus nodded. "Go if you need to. We can call you if we get anywhere later."
Angel glanced down as his phone buzzed again. "You sure? Cause the meet up is later, but it's further out than last time."
Bishop waved him off. “Go. Don't screw it up by being late.”
Angel looked to Megan with a grin. “Save me some leftovers, Shorty?"
She laughed and finished the last meatball before popping them in the oven. “Maybe. If you behave."
Angel scoffed. “Fat chance."
A few seconds later he was out the door and they heard his bike start up. Hank frowned a little. " He seems to be in close contact with the LO..."
Taza shrugged. “I think he's just petrified of screwing it up."
Once the food was done, they settled around the table to eat with Rex laying under the table with his tail wagging. They were discussing Megan's quince again when Taza's phone rang. It was his burner so he quickly answered it. After what sounded like a brief explanation, he laughed a bit."Yeah- Send him out here." He grinned as he hung up.
"What was that?" Hank asked as he slid his arm around the back of Megan's chair.
“That was Gilly. He got a call from the Reaper. Apparently, Happy is in the area and was giving a ride through call to stop in at the clubhouse," Taya explained.
Marcus frowned. “Isn't he supposed to be up north on business?"
Tazs nodded again with a shit eating grin. “He was. Apparently he ended up with Samdino and decided to check-in."
"On what?" Creeper asked."His president was just here..."
Marcus suddenly caught on and laughed, too. "Exactly. The Scot was here and so was Tig- for Megan's party." He looked at Bishop amused. “The Tacoma Killer seems to have adopted our princessa."
All of the men chuckled as Megan looked on in pure confusion. “What do you mean, Tio Marcus?"
Marcus smiled at her and lit himself another cigarillo. "Nothing bad, Poquito. Just amusing is all. Happy is known for being standoffish at best and often downright hostile. But when it comes to you- he just seems to have taken a liking to you. That's all, Babita."
Hank grinned and guided Megan to sit on his knee before pressing a kiss to her head. “As he should."
Megan shook her head and stood to start tidying the kitchen. “I think he's nice."
Creeper snorted softly and glanced around the table. "I vote we don't tell her," he said, quiet enough that Megan wouldn't hear over the clanking of dishes.
Since they were expecting company, the discussion of what to do about Galindo was tabled for now. Instead, after lunch, they all moved back out to the round pen. Taya saddled Rocket again so that Megan could ride while they all waited on the Sargent at arms of SAMCRO to arrive.
Once she was back in the saddle, Megan completely relaxed again. The men either sat in the patio furniture or leaned against the cattle panels to watch her and chat.
Creeper and Hank were talking about the next run as they leaned on the fence, when the big buckskin suddenly startled at something on the ground. He crow hopped and spun on his hind feet before rearing to stomp something in the arena sand. They both froze. Megan clung to his back and brought the squealing gelding back under control with the reins and her voice as all the bikers started to barrel towards her. “Stop!" she yelled, making them freeze a second. “There's a snake in here. I think Rocket got it, but be careful coming in."
Hank started forward anyway with Creeper right behind him, but was stopped by Taza's outstretched arm. “You okay, Chica?"
Megan sat up straight in the saddle from where she'd been soothing her horse. “Yeah, Papa. I'm good. Not sure if it got Rocket though."
Taza nodded. “Alright- Ride him to the gate. We'll check him out once you're on the ground."
“Yes, sir." Megan rode the shivering animal to the gate in the round pen where Bishop stood to open it for her. As soon as she was officially out of the round pen, Hank was right there reaching to pull her from the saddle. Megan allowed it when she saw her father with the horse's bridle in hand.
Her feet never touched the ground. In a few strides, her caballero had her sitting on the patio loveseat as he visually checked her over. “Are you alright, mi reina? Does anything hurt? Did you pull your collarbone?" he asked as he ran gentle hands over her.
Marcus stood just to the side listening intently as Bishop and Tazs checked her horse.
Rex padded up to sniff her all over as well and she soothed the giant dog with pets as she answered. “I'm fine. My saddle is made for me to be able to hold on when my horse rears or moves quickly. Besides, I had the reins in my bad hand. I caught the saddlehorn with my left."
"Are you sure, Babita?" Marcus asked.
“I'm sure, Tio. All good."
Hank sank to his knees in front of her and laid his head in her lap as he caught his breath. Megan gently ran her fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss the back of his head. “Easy, Baby. I'm alright. Breathe."
Hank found himself shaking a bit as he attempted to ground himself in her touch. “That was terrifying, mi amore."
“I'm sorry. I didn't think anything about it. A horse spooking is natural. Especially at a snake." She kissed his hair again. “I really am alright, though."
Hank nodded and sat up as Creeper approached with the stomped carcass of the snake on a shovel. “Good thing you stayed up, Little Princess. It was a rattlesnake."
"Shit," she sighed before raising her voice to catch Taza's attention. "Did it get him, Papa? It was a rattlesnake. We'll need the vet if it did."
Taza stood from checking the horse's legs and hooves. "Nah. I'm sure it missed or Rocket got it before it got a shot off. No swelling or heat. We'll keep an eye on him for the next thirty minutes or so just in case though." He patted the gelding. "You alright?" he asked-trying to be casual.
"I'm fine. Caught the horn with my left. I'll probably be a little sore from the jostling, but no damage." She smiled.
"Good, but I think you're done riding for the day. Don't think any of us can take another heart attack." Taza took her bridle off her horse to replace it with the halter and lead before tying it off to a hitch nearby. By the time he and Bishop made their way back to the patio, Hank had gotten himself settled down and now firmly had Megan in his lap.
They kept it casual, and talked about the bar and the scrapyard for about a half-hour before Taza confirmed that Rocket was fine and went to turn him out with the others. Before he returned, Rex- who had been just as firmly attached to his mistress as Hank- perked his ears up. A few seconds later, the sound of a bike in the distance cut through the conversation.
Megan grasped Rex's collar to keep him from going to investigate as Creeper stood. “Probably the Reaper. I'll go get him. Bring him back."
Marcus nodded and lit a cigarillo while Bishop sipped on the beer he'd just retrieved from the fridge. “Good. Let's see what Happy has to say about la princessa's CEO problem."
It wasn't long before Creeper returned with the other bald biker. Greetings were exchanged casually, but Happy's shrewed eyes kept coming back to Megan. "Outta the sling, Little Girl."
She smiled. “Yeah. Just yesterday. Down to a soft cast too."
Happy grunted. “Good."
Megan released Rex so that he could go greet the Son. He bounded forward to have his ears scratched.
After several minutes of casual conversation between the two clubs, Bishop sat forward. “We've got ourselves a bit of a conundrum, Happy. Wonder if you've got any insight to help us out.”
Happy chewed the toothpick between his teeth a moment and just nodded. He was sipping on a cold beer and perched on the patio table.
"We've got a problem with Galindo. He's way too interested in la princess. He keeps breaking protocol and seeking her out. Even interfered with her date last night," Taza explained.
"He been warned?" Happy growled.
"Several times," Marcus said.
Happy looked carefully at Megan. "How bad?" he grunted.
Megan shrugged a bit uncomfortably. “I'm okay."
Hank pressed a kiss to the side of her head where she was still perched on his knee. "Bad. He scares her."
Happy nodded and sipped his drink. "Time for a show of force. When do you see him next?"
Bishop shrugged. “We could call a meet."
"Do that. Got somewhere you can shoot without 5-oh on your ass? Meet there." Happy drained his beer. and looked at Megan again." You and me- we're going shooting."
Taza grinned at his friends before clearing his throat. "We can do that. Any particular reason?"
Happy tapped his kutte. "Sometimes they've gotta fear the Reaper. Sometimes-" he smirked "-they need a dose of the Unholy."
Creeper chuckled and looked to Marcus and Bishop who both nodded. "I'll make the call."
Marcus ashed his cigarillo. "Let him know I need a conversation."
Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.
Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.
Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.
Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.
Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.
It’s past midnight and Marcus sits alone in Templo. He’s taken the seat at the head of the table, his fingertips flicking through ‘The Good Book’, the one that Marcus had created when he founded the club all those years ago. Their history, their rules, their legacy, it’s all contained within these pages.
It’s been horrible couple of days, for him, for the MC, for his family, because that’s what you are to him, family. His daughter, born of fire and blood, the one that Ramos had tried to murder in her sleep, all over a grudge from something that happened when you were a child. Something you have no knowledge of, that’s he’s determined you’ll never have any knowledge of.
This book it plays a part in that.
As he reads it, he recognises the ramblings of the angry, violent man he used to be. The monster he calls it now, when he talks to Izzy.
He raises his head as Bishop enters through the stained-glass door. In each of his hands he holds a mug of coffee, the real stuff. Marcus would know that aromatic scent anywhere, it’s the same brand he keeps in his house. He sets one of the mugs in front of Marcus before he takes up residence in the V.P’s seat.
“Hell of a day.” Bishop says rubbing his hands over his weary features.
“Yea.” Marcus says as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip. “I’m just hoping they got the message otherwise things are about to get real fucked up.”
“Stockton was already fucked up. Things will change now Ramos is gone.” Bishop assures the other man. “Smokey’s tough, he’ll rein them in and the ones that don’t fall into line…I won’t shed any tears for them.”
Marcus shakes his head.
“I won’t either.”
There’s silence between the two of them for a moment, each man lost in his own thoughts. It shouldn’t have come down to this, they should have dealt with this problem long before Ramos had ever laid eyes on you.
“I haven’t seen that for a while.” Bishop utters, gesturing towards the book.
Marcus sighs heavily.
“Probably for good reason.” Marcus says before he turns the book towards Bishop.
The other man studies the words before shaking his head.
“It was a different time back then.” Bishop says, removing the cigarettes from inside of his kutte. He taps the box upon the table before removing one and placing it between his lips.
“We talk about women as if their property, something to be owned, to be traded when we get tired of them.” Marcus jabs his finger at the paper. “This book tells us their only good for sex or serving, it doesn’t talk about love or respect. Is it any wonder that charters like Stockton act the way they do when these are the values, we’ve instilled in them?”
Bishop lights up his cigarette, he takes a drag.
“The world is changing El Padrino. We have to adapt.” Bishop says as he taps the ash off the end of cigarette. “We care about our women here; we cherish them but other charters… It needs to be a message that goes out across the club. What happened the other day can’t be allowed to happen again, not to anyone. There needs to be repercussions for that type of shit.”
Marcus nods his agreement, his hands wrapping the mug.
“I’m proud of that you’ve done here primo, legitimising the MC, supporting the community.” He tells Bishop earnestly. “This charter’s become more than I could have dreamed of.”
“And all it took was for me to pull my head out of my ass.” Bishop remarks before he takes another drag on the cigarette as he watches Marcus withdraw an A6 notebook from the interior pocket of his kutte. He pushes it towards the other man with his fingertips.
“This is what I’ve put together, a revised edition of the by-laws.” Marcus tells Bishop before he drains the rest of his coffee.
Bishop reviews the changes before tapping his fingertip upon the paper and raising his eyes to meet Marcus’s.
“We need to talk about Taza.”
Marcus clasps his hands together, his lips pursing into a grim line.
“We have to lead by example El Padrino,” Bishop tells him, his voice gruff as he stubs out his cigarette. “He has suffered for so long under the weight of this secret, putting the club before himself over and over again. I can’t help but wonder how many other Tazas are out there, how many other brothers are struggling with something just like this and what happens to the ones that aren’t as strong as him.”
Marcus knows what he’s talking about, the suicides that leave no notes, the members that are quietly taken care of for an infraction that can’t be discussed.
“We have to do better.” Bishop tells him, picking up the cigarette box and tapping it upon the surface of the table. “Every single one of us deserves to love who we love and not be punished for it.”
“You’re right.” Marcus says finally, picking up his pen and adding the amendment. “I’ll get this drawn up and sent out to the other charters.”
Marcus raises to his feet, tucking the notebook back into his kutte. His hand comes to rest upon Bishop’s shoulder, clasping it tightly.
“You’ve been leading the way for a while now, primo. It’s time for the other charters to get in line and follow.”
