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【 This chapter contains Gun Violence, Abuse both psychological & physical】
Chapter Five; 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 | Masterlist
"We have a problem."
"We? No, you have a problem."
"Oh no, we have a problem."
"And how does my cousin banging some stripper affect me?" Nick questioned with a chastising grin.
Over the last month, Christopher and Epiphany had been more friendly in the public eye. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were seeing one another or at least messing around. Annie had yet to tell Beth about Epiphany's casual bragging about her and Christopher's sex life. Despite Beth being her older sister, Annie didn't want to be seen as a rat or lose someone she had considered a friend. She liked having Epiphany as a friend and didn't want her relationship spilling into her sisterhood. On the flip side, Beth took notice of just about everything Rio did. He wasn't one to be flashy or make a scene. His behavior over the course of the three years she'd known him was either consistent or spontaneous. Nowadays he'd drop by the club more often and never on the days when Epiphany wasn't working. Drop and pick-up days were whenever Epiphany worked. The two would share smiles at one another from across the room. He would stay to watch her perform solos on stage and then they'd share a drink at the bar. Or Beth would see him leave and then Epiphany would leave right after. If not that, it was the shared touches. His hand would pat her back on his way out or if he was close enough, Epiphany would kiss him on the cheek.
And Beth loathed it all.
Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer was something that Nick learned and lived by. After Beth had set him up to be locked up and he'd gotten her back 'where it hurts' things were back to 'normal'. Well, as normal as he and his brother wanted things to be. The blonde councilwoman at her beck and call, open to being bent in whichever direction they could push her in. The brothers were still playing the long game with her. Beth was the perfect spokesperson to appeal to rich, white, privileged investors in across states better than Nick could. And when things go to shit, Beth is set to have a hard time. Both Rio and Nick would be sure of it.
"It affects you because it affects me," she hissed, "I'm not close to him like that and I doubt you two are close after…last year's events." A teasing glint in her eye and a smug smirk laid across her thin lips as she saw Nick's smile slowly diminish. "Anyway," She started off with a higher pitched voice and chirpy tone, "Your cousin, brother, whatever is involved with the Japanese. I don't know what the details are but I want in. "
"You want a percentage of that deal." Nick clarified while he relaxed back in his office seat, "How do you know he's even in business with them?"
"He moved eight SUV trucks filled with Japanese yen through my strip club and my second dealership." She informed before shrugging her shoulders with a subtle hair flip, "We're partners, it's only fair that I'm cut in."
Nick looked at her with amusement in his eyes. He was amused but still impressed with how far she had come. She was more like him than she could ever admit, if not worse, "Right," he replied casually with a slight nod."I can't be involved, that'd be a conflict of interest-"
He was quickly cut off by Beth, "How? This affects you because then we have nothing to pin on him with the feds!"
"It's personal. I don't know how close they are or how he feels about this chick. So either one of us removing her without motive causes unnecessary heat. You can't just kill her because he'd banging her," Nick replied with a raised voice and sharp tone. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened, or how she gulped and clenched her jaw. Her discomfort was loud without words needing to be said, "You're gonna have to create a shadow. Set her up in some way, get photos, and then you get rid of her. That'll be your reason and he'll have to understand because it's just business. Take a page out of his book." he advised.
Beth quickly grabbed her designer tote bag and stood up, "Well thank you, councilman, I heard you loud and clear." and with her passive-aggressive statement she spun on her heel and strutted out of his office.
"Happy to help, Councilwoman!"Nick ridiculed behind her with a chuckle just before the door shut.
When she arrived at her home, Beth had done exactly like she was told but not without adding her own details. Beth had a four-bedroom, two-bathroom luxurious home in a more upscale area of the suburbs of Detroit. She lived in luxury now with her new position and she enjoyed the space that was solely hers. Seeing her children every other weekend was good enough for her, nowadays. Her old life felt like another world but she couldn't deny that she didn't miss it. She was powerful now. She was somebody who people either loved or feared. She felt invincible. "Annie, could you come down here for a second?!"
"What's up?" the short-haired dirty blonde questioned a few minutes later.
"Hey, do you think you could set up lunch between your little stripper friend and me?" Beth asked, " I'm thinking that Ruby and you need to be there as well."
"Yeah sure, but uh what for?" Annie replied as she raised her bushy eyebrows.
"Just lunch," her voice softened as her eyes lowered to a more 'saddened' look, "I have to talk to her about Rio. He's dangerous and I don't want her ending up like Lucy," she sighed with faux-sorrow.
"Or is it that you're jealous." Annie smirked and wiggled her brows.
"Oh please, Annie," Beth rolled her eyes, " I am not jealous of some bimbo stripper hooking up with him. Believe me, she's keeping him out of my hair."
"Mhmm, whatever you say," Annie teased with a sing-a-song tone, "But yeah I'll set it up."
And she did just that. Annie had set up a lunch date the following weekend with Epiphany at Tony's diner. Saturday afternoon to be exact. Epiphany had gotten ready at Christopher's apartment. It'd become a routine for the pair to hook up in the middle of the day instead of grabbing lunch. Sometimes, a quick lunch date was after an hour of indulging in each other's bodies. As usual, Christopher had left first then thirty minutes later, Epiphany had left.
She had gotten into an Uber and two of Christopher's henchmen weren't far behind. They tailed behind unbeknownst to her, all the way to the diner. As soon as she walked in and the suburban mothers spotted her, almost immediately judgment flashed across their eyes. Their eyes ranked her attire thaat consisted of; A short green-camo mini skirt with green sequin scattered across it, a tight-fitted white cropped camisole that read 'AS IF' in big bold gold letters, a dark green jean bolero jacket, and knee–high heeled boots hugged her thighs.
"Oh hell no…"Ruby scoffed.
"Geez, you can take the girl outta of the strip-club but can't take the club out of the girl,"Beth added.
"Wow…uh…that's a lot for lunch," Annie cringed and bit at her lip.
Epiphany raised her left eyebrow as she looked at the three women before her eyes narrowed in on Annie, "I thought you said we were having brunch. As just the two of us."She proceeds to take a seat in the booth seat across from the trio. Her arms soon folded under her ample breasts as an expression remained unmoved.
"I know and I'm sorry I didn't clarify there would be more than just the two of us but-" Annie was cut off by Epiphany in the midst of trying to apologize and explain herself.
"But, you wanted to ambush me." Epiphany stated in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening her shoulders back as she sat up straighter,
"We're not here to fire you," Ruby stated.
"No. Not at all!" Annie protested.
"Look, we're just here to talk to you," Beth sighed, "To warn you."
"Oh? About what? Is the club shutting down?" Epiphany questioned them, her eyes moving across the three women back and forth until they settled in on Beth.
"Look Epiphany, I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye-" Beth attempted to reason but was cut off.
"We haven't?" Epiphany mocked with a higher pitch to her voice and a slight head tilt, "...Why would you think that?"
"Well we haven't had a full conversation over a cup of cof-" Beth giggled before she was cut off once again.
"And who's fault would that be? I've never thought we had beef. In fact," Epiphany licked across her bottom lip as her eyes swept up and down the Detroit council woman's face, "I don't think of you at all."
A look of bewilderment washed over the three women's faces. The nostrils of Beth's nose flared and her peach lipstick-covered lips curled. Before anyone could utter a word, the waitress came trotting over, "What will y'all be having?" she asked with an impatient tone.
"Well, all have Cobb salads." Beth ordered for everyone but Epiphany quickly jumped in after to switch her order, "I'll just take a black coffee."
"Look here, we're trying to warn you that you're getting involved with a very dangerous man." Beth hissed before rambling on, "You don't know the vile, horrible things he's done to people. Like our friend Lucy, he seduced her with his kindness only to kill her when she was no longer of use to him. And me, he's used sex and exploration to control my every move. It took me outsmarting him many times to get out of being murdered by him."
"And he kidnapped me!" Annie was quick to mention.
Epiphany's lips stretched at the sides into a tight smile before she started to laugh. her laugh came off as a subtle and serene giggle, "Who are you even talking about? Who is he?"
"Oh for the love god, the gang leader that's going to pound town on you!!" Ruby sighed in annoyance.
"Rio."
"Gangfriend!"
Annie and Beth both said different names at once. That was when Epiphany knew it was time to go. She had heard enough. "Sounds like you ladies have got whoever's fucking me mixed up with whatever you've got going on." She said as she stood up from her seat, "If the person you know is so horrible, why not get restraining orders? and dip out? Or I don't know…get rid of the person?" Epiphany suggested as she got out of the booth. She then proceeded to turn around and start heading out of the diner.
"Girls a lost cause." Ruby sighed.
" Good riddance." Beth scoffed.
"What do you think we should do now?' Annie asked as they watched Epiphany walk down the street from the window.
"Plan B," Beth smirked before pulling out her phone.
Their words didn't fall on deaf ears. Epiphany thought of what they had said throughout her day on campus. She sat through her lecture in airplane mode. Denting her pen with bite marks she stared aimlessly out the fourth-floor window. These claims…these accusations…they sounded familiar. Eerily familiar.
'Watch yourself'
'Cassius did a number on his last girl, Está locõ. Un Díablo.'
'Do you even know what his family does to people? You don't wanna marry into that.'
The images of Cassius's brown skin covered in black and blue reddened flesh from fingernails that broke his skin. The screams and cries of men being burned alive, of it replayed in her mind. Or how the boys who spared her glance and shot her a smile at The Kitty Box ended up disappearing left & right. 'Was Chris similar? Or was he worse?' Epiphany wondered to herself throughout the day. Why was it that she attracted dangerous men? And why did she find such jovial comfort in that? A sense of security and importance. After all, it's what she always dreamed of. She dreamed of having the life of women like Elvira Hancock, Carmela Soprano, and of course, Ginger McKenna.
The remainder of her time in lectures blew by in the blink of an eye. Since she couldn't be bothered to pay attention in class, Epiphany decided to settle herself in a cafe on campus with a series of notes that she brought from one of her classmates.
"Hmph…I always thought you only looked best on your back but this is a slightly nicer view."
Cassius. Surely, Epiphany must've been hearing things. She didn't dare peel her eyes away from the notes that laid against the table. Her mouth grew dry. Then her palms grew sweaty. The underneath of her breasts began to moisten. Only hot air escaped her lips as she breathed outwards. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. But he was here. In Detroit. In a cafe on the campus where she attended. And he sat right across from her. His sandy-brown-tanned hand reached over and laid upon hers. Epiphany let out a choked moan of pain, of agony. It felt as though he had burned her with a hot iron. His skin was always hot. Very hot as if he had a furnace built within his body. As she snatched her hand away, Epiphany's eyes finally settled on him. He looked exactly the same as the day she left him. Shiny bald head, Smooth, poreless brown skin, and a full, thick goatee that nearly covered his lips. He was dressed like a reaper, in all black from his leather parka-jacket to his Timberland boots.
"What the fuck are you doing here." Epiphany had finally gotten the courage to say, with her shoulders back and a sharpness to her tone, "Better yet, who told you I was here? My mother?"
To this, Cassius scoffed, "A whore like that doesn't care for her child overnight, don't flatter yourself." He then folded his large hands together on the table. The diamonds within his chunky rings reflected off of the silverware on the table, "You called me."
"And why would I do that?" She questioned with a tilt of her head slightly to the side, her eyes nor her face gave away that she was shocked. Epiphany sat there with a stoic expression. Never would she have called him. She left Las Vegas behind and everyone in it for a reason. To be normal. As normal as a girl with a not-so-stellar past could be. But, she was only twenty-three and tried to remind herself that life was only just starting. Her childhood felt like adulthood but this era of her was her freedom.
"Because you need me. You said it over the phone. You said what I already know. You can't live without me, you and I both know you can not function in a civilized world without being taken care of. Look at your job now, A whore on a pole." He tsked and shook his head. Cassius as always thought so low of women. Especially those who worked in the sex work or entertainment industry. Yet he and his family endorsed it all. They funded all if not the majority of the clubs in Dubai and Los Vegas. Or at least that's what he and her mother told her.
And his words angered her. It made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of her bottom lip as she stared across the table at him. Her mouth was no longer dry as she collected spit from the sides of her mouth before she hawked spit in his eye, "Hijo de puta! Even with all the money in the world, you're still a useless trick with nothing to offer but your money. You're lower than a whore."
Cassius's ears grew reddened as the corners of his jaw tightened in. His bushy brows started to narrow in as he got up at the same time she had. Only, he flipped over the cafe table causing a squad of campus security to bum rush into the spot. The man began cursing in Arabic as he lunged for her but Epiphany was quicker than him. She ran behind security and they tackled him to the floor. Her day had gone from annoying to bad. How did he find her? He said he had spoken to her and that she discussed needing him. These were the questions that plagued her mind as she was placed in the counselor's office alongside the police. She filled out various forms before the restraining order was put in.
None of the day's events made sense. Beth, Annie, and their friend had no business 'warning' her about Christopher or as they called him, Rio. Rio had no knowledge of her and Epiphany wasn't important enough for his enemies to track down her ex to 'take her back'; Somehow, she felt like Beth was involved. Why, other than petty jealousy? Epiphany had no clue. It all overwhelmed her. The web of backstabbing, sex, personal gain, and who knew what else. Everything that transpired within the last three hours had caused Epiphany to form a severe headache along with body pain. Stress started to take a toll on her body. And after questioning and fillings were done, she was driven to her apartment and taken upstairs by police.
The moment that she got inside, she flopped herself across the couch; and let her mind go numb.
The scent of sewer water, shit, along with the feeling of a warm hand against her cheek had awoken Epiphany from her deep slumber. Her groggy eyes slowly opened and as her vision became clear, Christopher stood in front of her. She was seated on a wonky metal chair in an underground area that looked like a sewer storage locker. Epiphany, winced at the sight of her new setting and instantly latched her hands onto his forearms and stood up on her feet, "Chris? Chris what's going on?" she whimpered in fear.
His usually big brown eyes were dark. And the subtle smirk on his lips made her grow weary with fear. This was the first time she felt truly intimidated by him. His stature; The way he towered over her five foot two frame with his six foot one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as her chest began to rise and fall quickly, "P-please..please don't hurt me." she begged. Not him. Anyone but him. He was the only aspect of her life that made her feel alive. His gentleness, The romance he brought to her life in such a short amount of time was overwhelming and she feared that ending more than her own death.
"Shh, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," his tone was mellow as he raised his left hand and laid it against the sides of her face. Christopher dipped his head down, his narrow nose brushing along her button one. His fingers gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek and side of her jaw, "But you tryna hurt me." his once gentle tone darkened, lowering to a baritone octave that sent chills down her spin. Before Epiphany could protest, she felt the coolness of metal riding up the middle of her breasts. His signature golden Glock kissed her bare skin, firmly pressed to the side of her temple. This caused a sequel to escape her lips and before she could utter any type of rebuttal, he hushed her with his lips placed on hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow. His right arm wrapped around her waist.
Epiphany didn't know whether to grasp him closer or fight him off. But what she could feel was his heart pounding like a punch against hers.
It all felt so surreal. Like a nightmare and wet dream all at once. Gentleness mixed in with the threat of violence. All she could feel was fear and confusion. Epiphany's body trembled against his. And she knew he felt. He had to have felt her. Her fear, her anxiety, her heart.
"Why do I got the feeling that…you're gonna be the bullet that puts a hole in my head, hm?" he hummed against her mouth with the slickness of a snake. He moved the barrel of the gun from her temple to his when he mentioned 'hole in my head' before laying back to her temple. Her tears sprinkled onto his cheek, "Did you get enough info on me to run it back to those bitches?"
"Wha-? You think I'm Beth's rat?"
Her pushing up into a frowning pout as she looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes of uncertainty changed to a look of disbelief, "Why?"
"I could ask you the same thing. That little lunch date looked real interesting,". Christopher hissed and with each movement his lips made, she could feel the brush against her mouth.
"Oh, Rio it was." she rolled her r's when she seethed his name, "Annie set me up with Beth to warn me about you."
He stood still and the menacing look he once possessed of narrowed eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and striking eye contact had slowly begun to relax. The crease between his brows slowly smoothed out. His eyes flicked back and forth between looking at her and looking above her head. Christopher was debating. Not only with her but with himself. "And what did she say?" She, Beth. He didn't care for what the other two stiffs spoke about because it usually was a rehearsal of what she said.
"The short version? You're a fucking serial killer who uses sex and manipulation to exploit and get what you want, the long version? a lot of secrets were spilled out in the open." Epiphany replied, she spoke through her nose with a slight whisper to her voice.
An ounce of a smirk peeled on the right corner of his lips as he rolled the gun along the side of her neck. He didn't confirm or deny but he coyly asked, "What you think about that mama?"
"I'm thinking what the fuck does that have to do with me and you and why you have a gun to my head?!" she cried out, anger laced in her outburst. Her hands shook at her sides as she didn't push him away due to the gun. The fear of it going off in her face or throat was far greater than her anger. "I'm not involved!" she protested.
"Oh no, see you've been involved sweetheart." Christopher argued, "It's just a matter of whose side you're on."
Fool him once, shame on them. Fool him twice, shame on him….there wouldn't be a third time. Christopher was no fool and the moment the Boland woman walked into his life was when he realized he'd gotten a big…soft. And Epiphany just seemed eerily close to business for his liking. He needed undying loyalty, control, and if she was truly for him then he needed her in line. Love could come later…after sacrifice.
"Unless…" Christopher began to chuckle but the sound wasn't from happiness, "Unless you don't wanna be involved then you can leave right now." he took a few steps away from her and aimed the gun at the dark, wet hallway to the left.
Epiphany's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him in confusion. His play on words and attitude switch was causing gears to twist and bend in her mind. They spent every day together. If not day then night. Leave where?
Blinking rapidly as she stood there. She didn't move. She only stared at him. "What do you mean? " she questioned before licking at her lips, "Wi-...will I see you later?" uncertainty in her voice. And his smile made her stomach twist and turn, "You do mean I don't have to be involved with the club right or with whatever shit you've got going on with those women…right?"
She needed clarification and he gave her none of that. "Nah darlin, I'm afraid this is the end of line for us. You're off the hook." He dismissed her casually. His tone is deep and delicate. It was almost like a goodbye kiss. But he never moved, his eyes still settled in on her like a lion waiting to be challenged. Which let Epiphany know he wasn't done.
"No."
"No?" He challenged with a slight head tilt as his eyes looked her over.
Despie how fearful, how anxious she felt, Epiphany still chose to stand her ground and challenge him, "The moment I turn around you'll put a bullet to my head. Because you don't believe I'm not involved con esa perra concejal" (with that bitch councilwoman)
Sassily, she crossed her arms against her chest and cocked her hip slightly to the side as she stared at him. "Even if you don't kill me-"
"How bout you kill for me?" He proposed.
Epiphany's eyes widened as Christopher stalked towards her. "Come on champ." His hand latched to the back of her neck, forcefully making her walk in front of him down the dark tunnel. She followed him with stumbling feet and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see where they were going.
And then Christopher began to whistle and a light turned on in one of the rooms. Epiphany was led into that room and came face to face with Cassius. He'd been hung upside down with his hands and feet taped up. His left eye was swollen shut, shaded in dark plum purple and blue. His right eye was completely gorged out, by the looks of it…he'd been burned. "Actually, I shouldn't have said to kill for me. It's for you, a gift." he chuckled, "I thought the unmarked SUV was the fed tailing you but turns out it's this sorry looking Hijo de puta."
Epiphany cried as she looked at her ex-lover in horror. Sure, he was fucking vile. And everyone eventually would die. But, she couldn't take a life. "Chris, no. Please no, I can't." She weeped.
Christopher tilted his head back and inhaled deeply before he slowly straightened up and eyed her, "You will." he swiveled the gun around his finger and then offered it towards her. "He's your problem and you gotta get rid of em'. "
"You think he's gonna let you go? A girl like you…" his eyes trailed her body from top to bottom in admiration with a sinister smirk, "Ain't easy to let go."
"Someone will come looking for him!" She protested, "He's well connected in Vegas, his parents own everything."
"He ain't shit but a bootleg con artist. A janky ass car salesman at best." Christopher revealed with a dismissive tone. He then grasped her jaw in his hand with a gentle touch. Once Epiphany looked in his eyes, he leaned his head down and whispered "Do it. You don't gotta worry bout nothing else, I'll handle it. I take care of what's mine." His tone was reassuring.
"And I'm yours?" She sniffled with a flustered, wet face.
"Only if you wanna be." He rasped as he laid the gun firmly in her hand.
Breathing in deeply, She held it with two hands. Christopher switched from being beside her to standing behind her. His hands laid over hers as he steadied her arms up. His feet nudged her legs open and pushed one of her feet forward.
"Come on mamitá, show me how much you want this." She could feel his warm breath in her ear, a gentle caress of his nose nudging at the side of her earlobe. "Make me proud."
Her head hurts so bad, her chest aches as the vile metallic taste jumbles up in the back of her mouth. Christopher, Rio was all that they said he was but worse. But, she wanted him. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to keep making her feel seen, wanted, cared for, and maybe even loved. Cassius was right. She couldn't function in a world without being taken care of. Not because she lacked the skill set or had any type of disability holding her back. No, it was because she didn't want to. Her hands gripped the base of the gun. Its heavyweight in her small hands felt as though she was holding someone's heart in her hands. And in a way she was. She was holding someone's lifeline.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
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Ménage à Mayan - An Angel Reyes/Reader/Manny One Shot Story.
You’ve been left frustrated by the actions of your scumbag boyfriend one too many times, when Manny and Angel sweep in to remind you what it is to be desired. Also features a couple of little guest appearances at the end I think a few of you might be excited to see again!
Words - 3,705
Warnings - Threesome smut below the cut, minors DNI!
“I fucking hate that guy, man,” Manny begins, shaking his head as he sinks his beer, picking up a fresh one from the bar.
“You only hate him because you wanna go lay your pipe right up in his woman,” Angel mutters, nudging him with an elbow. Manny frowns, his smile suddenly widening, poking his tongue out between his teeth a little before laughing, low and dirty.
“You got me, homes,” he begins, wrapping his arm around his friend’s head and kissing it. “I think in the interests of club harmony, I shouldn’t rock the boat, though.”
Angel snorts. “Why? It’s Isaac, bro. Even half his own club don’t like him. You railing his ole’ lady ain’t gonna have shit to do with club politics, man. Just don’t fucking get caught.” He looks thoughtful, Angel beginning to grin wider. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. You seen that ass? Damn.”
“Or,” Manny begins, sniffing, “we could share?”
Immediately, Angel looks sharply to his side, his face alight with mischief. “Hmmm...”
“You in? Ain’t gonna be embarrassed when I pull my dick out and you realise it’s longer than your forearm?”
Angel snorts, grasping his crotch. “I got enough down here, mano. Trust me, ain’t nobody getting embarrassed. I’m in. Now, we just gotta lure her away when he passes out, because that dude is drunk as fuck. Ain’t gonna be long.”
While the two handsome Latino men are discussing their plans for you, you’re having an awful night, once again having to deal with an absolutely bombed Isaac, thinking that what you signed up for most definitely was not what you’re now getting; him being too hammered to even function. There are pass outs all around, guys taking women off to the bunk rooms here and there at the Sons clubhouse, with you knowing that if you want a comfortable place to rest and let the drunken fool currently lolling all over your shoulder sleep it off, you need to act fast.
“Come on, get up,” you order him, Isaac grunting as you pull him to his feet,
“Where we going, huh?” he slurs, before he lifts his head and realises. “Ahhh, nice plan, honey. I’m gonna get on you and ride you harder than my fuckin’ Harley.”
No, he isn’t. And you know that for certain. Steering him into the last available room, you sigh, looking back over at the bar, where two sets of brown eyes have followed you. Damn. You’d much rather be on the arm of one of those two. They can handle their beer, for one. You also know that beneath the flannels and denim, they have the kind of bodies your boyfriend doesn’t. Hard, muscular, gorgeous. You can also wager they’d likely treat you better than the drunken psychopath you’ve found yourself shackled to.
Throwing the aforementioned drunken psychopath down onto the bed after he stumbles and almost rips the door off its hinges, you go back to close it, sighing when suddenly, something prevents you from shutting it completely.
“Want some company?” Angel asks you, Manny at his side, his eyes raking over you appreciatively.
“Eh, I guess I could just come back out and join you guys at the bar,” you shrug, taking a step through the door, but having your path blocked.
“Not for what we had in mind, mamas,” Manny drawls smoothly, his eyebrows twitching in suggestion.
“But I’m...” you begin. “And he’s...” Jerking your thumb over your shoulder, you then turn to view Isaac, snoring heavily, sliding from the bed until he suddenly crashes onto the floor.
“He’s passed out, querida. Ain’t nothing waking him, not even the sound of a couple of Mayans getting balls deep in his ole’ lady. That is, if you want us to be?” Angel smirks, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm.
You bite your lip, a little ripple of nervous energy fluttering through your insides.
“I mean, it’s just fucking rude of him,” Manny begins, gesturing to the drunken heap upon the floor. “To get so wasted that he can’t take of his fine assed woman!” Reaching forward, he lets his finger skim around the edge of where your bra peeks out over your tight top, eliciting a flush of goosepimples to rise up to his touch. “You shouldn’t have to go without, you know. Ain’t fair on you, is it, Angel?”
“Nah,” his friend begins, shaking his head, walking you back into the room, his hands tugging the straps of your top and bra down, Manny closing the door behind him. “Not when she looks this good...” Pausing, he moves your hair, his tongue gliding over your throat, “and yeah, tastes this good, too.” Two extremely hot men... and they both want you... at the same time...
What’s a girl to do?
Grasping Angel by his kutte, you kiss him, the feeling of his big, firm body against yours making a wave of heat mist up your spine. God, he smells so good, and his kisses are amazing, only breaking when you turn your head to receive the same from Manny, who is hitching up your skirt, hands drifting all over your ass and down your legs, the trawl of his fingertips at the back of your thighs evoking shudders.
They take you back to the bed with a thud, your clothes being shed, naked between them in little more than seconds, hands wandering all over them both, wanting to try to give them both equal attention. God, they’re both so hot. They make you wonder what the hell you ever saw in the snoring mess of a man upon the floor as you undo Angel’s shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth chest, biting onto a dark nipple and evoking a deep groan as he shrugs himself from his shirt and kutte, throwing them onto the floor, Manny’s mouth closing over your nipple, his fingers stroking at the petals of your cunt with a shuddered breath.
“Fuck, so damned wet already, shit.” he grunts, running his tongue up your throat as your kisses with Angel become more heated, your hand roaming over the bulge in his jeans. Lord, that’s a fucking big dick. You pant into each other's mouths as you unfasten his belt and jeans, needing to feel what strains for release within, Manny moving down the bed to pull your thighs apart and bury his mouth between them. “Oh god, you fucking taste amazing, carina. Shit, imma fucking ruin you with my tongue.”
And oh, how he does, while you focus on Angel, your hand gripping his cock, pulling it from within his jeans and boxers, squeezing hard, making him shudder as he sucks your tongue with a growl, your hand pumping at him, wringing beads of precum from the tip smoothed and stroked with your thumb as he grasps your throat in his big hand, your kisses all fire and smoke as what Manny bestows on you has you whining softly.
Those soft whines build in intensity, the faster he licks at you, making your clit pebble against the tip of his tongue, the feel of your nails dragging over his scalp as your legs close around his head driving his licks, faster and faster until you’re falling apart for him, glimmers throbbing through you, his lips wrapping your bud in a firm suck as he groans.
“Hey, you’re massively overdressed for this,” you tell Manny, Angel sucking a purple welt onto your neck, your brain not caring to connect the fact that Isaac will likely go insane at seeing it eventually.
He surfaces from between your legs, kissing your inner thigh. “Then why don’t you come undress me then, huh?” Pushing him up to his knees, you kiss him, tasting yourself on your lips as you kneel before him, Angel’s tongue running up your spine as he rids himself of the rest of his clothing, your hands unbuttoning Manny’s shirt, fingers stroking his soft skin as it’s exposed to you. Soon, you’re flanked by two naked bodies, two mouths scattering hungry kisses over your skin, Angel’s fingers sliding down to slip into the clutch of your cunt, Manny’s then doing the same.
“I don’t think I can fit that much in me at once, fellas,” you giggle, tongue circling Manny’s nipple, laying a soft bite upon it.
“Mmm, we’ll see.” He pushes at your entrance, opening you wider, making the breath hitch in your throat as with a groan, you relax, taking them, that hitched breath leaving your open mouth shakily as you feel yourself being finger fucked dually.
“Oh my god!” you shriek, eyes flying to Isaac, making sure he didn’t wake up as you’re stretched around the heat of four fingers combing your walls, Manny’s lips locked on yours as Angel kisses your neck torridly, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It feels like insanity edged in bliss, two gorgeous men all over you, pressed between the heaven of their bodies, their fingers working you harder, your own hand curling around Manny’s cock. And lord, it isn’t small either. It’s long, thick and perfect, and all you want is to feel it hit the back of your throat, encouraging him to move and sit upon the pillows, Angel taking the initiative to shift down the bed, lying on his back beneath you, pulling your hips down towards his face.
His tongue streaks over your clit, a lick that has you tingling in an instant as you swallow back Manny’s cock, your lips pulsing around him as you drag him back out of your throat again, your body feeling as if it has entire constellations burning and collapsing within you. Sucking dick makes you horny enough, but doing it while you have a hot mouth wrapping itself around your cunt? Its desire unbridled, sin unleashed, your butt stinging when a large hand suddenly pounds off it in a hard spank, Angel sucking on your clit, his tongue still nudging your bud at the same time.
“Oh, shit, you are so fucking incredible at that!” you exclaim, hissing a breath and groaning so deeply, you almost don’t recognise the sound as your own, closing your eyes tightly before enveloping Manny in the hot suck of your mouth once more. He curses quietly, his abs twitching beneath your touch, groans all smoke and salt as you feel him twitch between your lips, Angel spanking you again, tongue lapping over your swollen clit repeatedly.
Your legs shake with the ember gilded tingles of pleasure, ascending sharply, the thrust of two fingers into your soaking hole sending you to the borders of euphoria at speed, your release cracking through you like the surface of a frozen lake, making you feel as if you have been split in two from the sheer force of it.
He gives you only the time it takes for him to pull a condom from his jeans and roll it on to recover, before you feel the head of his cock sliding in sumptuous tease over your folds.
“Yeah, is this what you want, baby? Want this big dick right up in your pussy? Want me to fucking wreck you with it?”
Pulling the long cock from your mouth, you pant out your answer. “You’d fucking better.” He hums a soft laugh, parting your walls with the girth of him, pushing hard until he reaches your summit, hands gripping your ass as he drags back again, his cock slick with the honey of your cunt.
“Damn, that’s such a hot little pussy.” he grunts, spanking you again. “Yeah, mamas. Imma rearrange your guts, fuck.” He builds it steadily, until you’re being railed voraciously, the bed banging against the wall, your eyes darting to the floor a few times, just to make sure that Isaac remains passed out. The thrill of it is unreal, knowing that he could wake up at any moment and witness it, you being pounded by one Mayan while you have another fucking up into your mouth.
“God damnit, baby. You’re dripping on the bed, you’re so wet. Fuck, that shit is so hot,” Angel begins, spanking you hard again. “She get this wet for you, homeboy? Oh right, you can’t answer, because your drunk ass is too passed out.”
You almost choke on Manny’s cock with laughter at his statement, nerves chilling your insides a little. Still, though, the fear doesn’t stop the wails tumbling within your throat, your mouth gagged by cock as you’re pounded in absolute frenzy. Until Isaac suddenly sits up. Manny and Angel share wide eyed looks immediately, the former raising his leg until bent at the knee to hide your face, biting his lip and trying like hell not to laugh.
“Oh,” Isaac begins, turning away, rumbling with laughter. “Didn’t realise it was, hic, occupied.” Hauling himself up, he wobbles, almost landing on the bed, your heart in your mouth as he staggers from the room, shutting the door.
To have that kind of reaction to sex happening in front of him, which you know he’d usually probably ask if he can at least watch, if not join in with, fuck. He really, really is hammered out of his mind. Hell, he didn’t even recognise the woman between them to be you!
“Jesus fucking Christ! I thought I was gonna pass out!” Angel yells, bursting into hysterics, resting his head down on your back for a second. “Yo, what the fuck? He didn’t even realise his old lady was getting nailed right next to him, man!”
“You alright, baby?” Manny asks, finally laughing, now he’s actually begun to breathe once more.
You’re speechless for a few moments, wide eyed, your heart still going at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, Angel kissing his way up your back, moving your hair to kiss your neck. “Can you speak?”
Both men are near hysterical at your wide eyed, open mouthed, stunned face. “I swear, I think I just had a small heart attack! Shit!”
“Nah, that’s scheduled for about a half hour from now.” Manny vouches with a wink, his eyes casting down. “Now, get that pretty mouth back on my cock, ‘cuz you give a damned fine blow job.” Running your tongue back up his shaft, you give him a few teasing licks, Angel beginning to thrust into you again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath you to stroke at your clit.
He has sparks skittering through you, that slow trawl of his cock giving way to frenzy once more, the coil within you tightening sharply as you edge your way to an undoing that absolutely ruins you, a hot swell rolling through you before your cunt clenches around him, your sun shining over his horizon as you come undone with a wail, Angel’s groans filthily indulgent as he fucks his release into you like a piston, chasing your waves of bliss, leaving you breathless and shaking.
Taking a handful of your hair, he hauls you up, still splitting your fluttering pussy around his girth with gentler thrusts, biting the side of your neck. “Fuck, you just made me cum so damned hard.” he groans, laughter rippling his voice. “Gimmie ten and I’ll be back, I’ll leave you in his capable hands for now.”
He slides from within you, removing the condom and knotting it, flicking it across the room in his usual uncouth fashion, taking another out of his pocket and throwing it at Manny. “Don’t say I never got you, bro.”
“Appreciated, man!” he chirps, while you pick it up, removing it from the packet while Angel lights himself a cigarette and lies back across the end of the bed. Taking the condom out, you position it over the head of Manny’s cock, rolling it down with your mouth before climbing astride him, sinking down on him with a soft sigh. He fills you easily, rolling your hips down to take him deep, leaning forward to lick a long, indulgent swipe up his chest, kissing him thirstily when you reach his mouth.
You assume you’re going to be the one in control as you sit back up, but no. Not according to Manny, who grasps your waist, holds you firm and begins to fuck up into you forcefully, spearing you rapidly, your mouth dropping open, a shrill cry pouring out.
“Yeah, you like that cock, querida? Like being fuckin’ speared on it, huh?” he pants, eyes fixed on you, loving the way the force of each thrust makes your tits bounce. You can’t even form words, gripping his arms as you cry out.
“Oh, god! I love the way you fuck me, ahhh!” you finally manage, watching him grin. But what you love even more, is having the other dark haired, big dicked man in the room return to you, pulling you off Manny and pushing inside you again, with the express purpose of wetting his cock enough for him to fuck your ass with it. Letting you get back on Manny, he kneels behind you, spitting on his fingers and pushing them deep into your narrow passage, his other hand gripping your throat in a light clutch as he opens you up.
“Mmmm, I’m gonna ruin this pretty little asshole, baby,” he murmurs, fingers scissoring within you, sparks illuminating down to your very bones as his teeth lay another hungry bite at your throat. Once he’s certain you’re relaxed and opened enough for him, he begins to push, the head of his cock teasing at you until your nerves jangle like wind chimes, your mouth falling open. God, sexual finesse. When Isaac last gave you anal, he barely prepared you for it and certainly wasn’t gentle. He lets you become accustomed to the stretch, Manny’s powerful rhythm beneath you slowing, Angel pushing up slowly, his hands kneading your tits. “That’s it, beautiful. Relax and enjoy it. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
“Yeah, damn. She look fine as hell being split around two dicks.” Manny groans, his thumb moving to stroke at your bundle. Are all Latino guys this passionate, skilled and praising, you wonder, or have you just been chasing after too many self-centred white dudes who only thrive on their own pleasure? Either way, there is now a definite shift in your expectations from a lover.
The further you feel Angel inching in, the better it gets, the fullness of being breeched by two iron hard cocks sending your pleasure stratospheric as you’re stroked and kissed, feeling nothing short of worshipped by them, the sounds of your groans filling the room an orchestra of sin and heat, turning your head to meet Angel’s lips as you lean back into him, your nails dragging down over the chiselled washboard of Manny’s abs as they pull you into them, make you theirs, searing pleasure into the marrow of you.
You feel unmoored from everything other than the anchors that is them, hands wandering your body as they add a little more speed, working in perfect tandem with one another, one slipping back while the other ruts you deep, chasing the flickers of divinity that whirl through you.
“Come on, querida, you gon’ cum for us?” Manny urges, thumb rubbing faster at your clit as he feels your soaking walls clenching hard around him.
“Fuck yes, ahhhhh!” you sob, tears pooling your eyes, the intensity of it absolutely magmatic as they lose themselves, everything less contained, staccato thrusts bringing you to your ascension.
“Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. We’re gonna get you there, then pin you down and cum all over you.” Angel vouches, teeth sharp at your earlobe as he groans, all sin and embers, his sweaty body dragging against yours, fingers pinching tightly at your nipples. Your release goes from smouldering tinder to all out forest fire in moments, your release making you feel as if you’re being toppled from within, muscles tensing as wave after wave washes over you, leaving you breathless and spent, still cloudy with ebbing bliss as they pull out from you and remove the latex barriers that would have caught the releases they shoot over your neck, face and tits, both falling down to bracket you, breathless and trembling.
That night, they make you theirs another three times before you pass out in an entanglement of limbs, you being the first to wake at 9am the following morning, getting dressed and heading out, the smell of coffee filling the clubhouse, and a cup being handed to you by the SAMCRO president’s wife, a woman you’re glad likes you as much as she does, for how terrifying she is.
“Morning, love,” Abi coos, passing you the cup of steaming good morning fuel, kissing your cheek in greeting, watching as your eyes scan around the room, looking for Isaac.
“He’s gone, chere,” her best friend, the VP’s wife, Venus speaks from her position sitting at the bar, looking impossibly gorgeous and fresh for a woman who partied just as hard as everyone else the previous night. “We covered you, told him you’d been called into work and left already.” The way she winks, oh lord, she knows.
Abi continues smiling, making a turning motion with her finger. “Go on, now. Back you go to your Mayan boys. A definite improvement on your usual, I have to say.”
“You both know?” you gape, the women nodding.
“Aye, I heard you in the early hours. Fillip had me in the room next to yours. The sounds of three people getting it on is kinda unmistakable. Good choice, though, giving them a good riding rather than that insane twat of a boyfriend of yours.”
Of course, Abi would think that. She famously hates Isaac, your boyfriend being stupid enough to try his luck at smart mouthing her, Abi removing her shoe and smacking him in the face with it several times while threatening to blow up his bike. While he was on it. A threat you know she would have carried out, had her husband not moved in quickly to calm her down and advise Isaac that she was the very, very last woman he ever wanted to get on the wrong side of.
“Thanks, girls,” you sigh warmly, sipping your coffee, Venus blowing you a kiss from the bar as Abi moves back to seat herself at her side.
“Y’all give ‘em a few licks from me while you’re there, sweet thing!”
You snicker, turning to head back the way you came. “I will, Vee.”
You do, too.
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Candy Cane: Day 3
Summary: Smut with Manny. 18+ Only.
Manny knew you were up to no good the moment you walked in. You were in his favorite little red dress with your black pumps on, glitter coated your skin making you look like a diamond. The glint in your eyes as you put the candy cane Bishop had handed you into your mouth before rubbing it along your lower lip, had his pants uncomfortably tight. You really were testing his patience he thought as he watched you take the candy cane and rub it along your lower lip as before turning your back to him.
Manny groaned as he saw your dress ride up slightly as you leaned across the bar top chatting with EZ behind it. Manny rubbed his hands down his face before standing up and making his way to you. You were about to learn a lesson he thought with a smirk as he undid his belt.
Your heart raced as you chatted with EZ. You knew the risk of provoking Manny like this, having his goods on display after you had turned his advances down the last few days. Making him wait and to be teasing him. You would be lucky to make it back to your place before he was inside you. EZ pausing mid sentence barely gave you time to react before you felt the sting of Mannys belt on your ass. "What you doing Mama? My favorite dress and no panties?" whispered Manny in your ear as he wrapped his hand around your throat pulling you against him.
"Just wanted to reward you" you moaned as the hand not holding your throat traveled down your back before cupping your ass. Manny chuckled darkly before turning your hand towards him and latching his lips onto yours. The taste of peppermint made him groan as he grinded against your back side. "Home" you demanded as you pulled back from his attack.
"Nah. You wanted to show off so bad, no need to run off. Everyone here knows whats gonna happen when we walk out the door. Might as well just stay, no need to deny ourselves" stated Manny as he used his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down before yanking your dress up to your hips. "Should I leave?" asked EZ wide eyed as Manny pushed you face down on the bar as you struggled in his grip. "Your good" grunted Manny as he placed his belt around your wrist to restrain you. "Manny" you whimpered as you felt him trail his fingers gently though your folds. "Already wet" stated Manny as he smirked as you pushed yourself back trying to get more contact.
"Having all these eyes on you while you take my cock turning you on Mama?" asked Manny as he smacked your ass making you jump and yelp. "Answer me" he growled as he trailed the tip of his cock through your slick. "Yes" you whispered. "Yes what?" he asked as he teased you. "Yes Daddy" you replied moaning lightly at his touch. "Louder, dont get shy now" stated Manny as he delivered another sharp smack to your ass. "Yes Daddy" you practically shouted as your eyes watered from the sting. "Good girl" stated Manny before pushing his whole length into you quickly making you gasp.
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Contains: Mentions of sex, friends to lover, angst with a happy ending, car accident, mild injury, hurt/comfort, fluff. Takes place in a universe where there's no war with the Sons.
2.3K words
More than 19,000 people are injured annually in California hit-and-run accidents.
"Come on Querida, I know it means you'll miss your show but you record it anyway." Manny called you just as you finished work, and you knew when you heard his tone what he would be asking for.
You sighed, "Why not. You better make missing the biggest scandal in reality TV since Willam cheating on Drag Race worth my while."
Manny chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a great time, I'll even buy you dinner at that Taco place a few streets away."
You rubbed your face, "Ok, fine, but next time you want to hang out, you're coming to my place. I'll cook for you and you know I have that fancy craft beer you won't admit to liking."
"Done, that's a fair trade. I'll see you tonight." He sounded so smug.
"Ok Manny, see you tonight."
Manny got off the phone and grinned at Coco, "She coming?" Manny nodded, "Alright, good, I haven't seen her in ages. Are you planning a repeat on the last time, or have you jumped back on the just friends train?"
Manny sighed, "It was one time man, and we agreed that it wouldn't happen again."
Coco tutted, "She didn't just fall on your dick dude. Give it a chance, she might feel the same way."
Manny shook his head, "You see many old ladies around here? You and Hope are the only ones who aren't fucking struggling."
Coco raised an eyebrow, "We'll see. This time next month, she'll be your old lady."
****
Manny had been smiling like an idiot ever since the call and his excitement only grew as sunset drew closer. He and Coco were out on the road, coming back from a day trying to lock down the prisons after Iron War filled the void that the Sons had left.
Coco waved his hand to grab Manny's attention and pointed to the road ahead of them before raising his voice above the roar of the bikes, "Is that y/n?"
Manny nodded, "Yeah." He chuckled, "Her and that car, she might as well wrap it in bubble wrap." Manny would laugh every time you compared his bike with your car and its side airbags and superior crumple zone.
"She must be on her way to the clubhouse, do you think we'll catch up with her?" Manny could see that Coco was calculating the distance between their bikes, your car and the next light.
Manny shook his head, "Nah, we'll just miss her." Sure enough, the light turned green and you slowly pulled into the intersection as they got going too.
It happened in a flash, and Manny could hear the revving of a car before he saw a flash of silver, then an all mighty crash as a vehicle slammed into the driver's side of your car. To make matters worse, the offending vehicle only stayed idle for a moment before reversing and speeding off.
Manny was stuck still as he tried to process what he saw and his mouth opened before he could think, "Go after the car."
Coco was already racing after the pickup truck and Manny sped towards the wreck. He was off the bike so far he almost fell over and then he wrapped his fingers around the twisted metal as he tried to pull the door free, "Y/n, Querida. Talk to me."
He heard a groan but the airbag hanging from the roof stopped him from seeing your face, "What happened?"
Manny relaxed, if only a little, "Someone slammed into you, Coco's got after them…."
A quick look at your legs showed you weren't trapped, but there were more pressing matters, "Manny, I can smell gas."
"Shit, I'm going to pull you through the window, cover your face." Manny took his blade and beat in the corner of the already shattered window before pulling it out of the housing entirely, "Grab on to me."
You stretched across the seat and grabbed your bag before you wrapped your arms around his torso as he leaned into the car and wrapped his around your waist and he let out a breath when he saw your legs were free despite the damage to the car. The movement was fast and left your head spinning as awareness of the pain you were in suddenly flooded into your consciousness as your feet touched the ground, "Ow fuck."
"I know but we gotta get away from the car." He dragged you across the street and the sound of another bike distracted you as Manny called for help.
Manny could tell by the look on Coco's face that he didn't manage to catch up, "I got the plate but the fucker was driving right for the station."
Manny was still holding you up as he finished the call, "Help's on the way. I take back everything I ever said about that car, I think it saved your life."
Coco chuckled, "That thing was a fucking tank. Those fucking pickups, I swear they flatten everything they run into."
"I don't think I'm that hurt. But a fire just caught." Sure enough, when they looked over, flames had started to flicker from the puddle of gasoline.
Manny and Coco shared a look, "The firefighters and EMTs will be here soon, just hold tight."
You nodded, "Can I sit down, my legs hurt?"
Manny shook his head, "Nope, just in case you've rattled your brain we gotta keep you awake."
Before you could say more, the sound of sirens drowned you out and people were rushing everywhere before the rush of water put out the growing fire.
A paramedic came into view and you did your best to disconnect from Manny and stand up straight, "I'm ok, the car took all of it."
The paramedic chuckled, "I can see that, we gotta get you checked out anyway."
You looked to Manny for support but he shook his head, "Go on, I know you've got good insurance. I'll follow you."
You sighed, "Alright. My poor car, I loved that thing."
"I know, but you can replace that, we can't replace you." He sounded more relieved than worried.
The paramedic nodded, "Your friend is right, ma'am, that was a very close call."
****
Manny pulled up to the hospital just after the ambulance and waited in the waiting room while the doctors looked you over. To his great relief, it didn't take long before a woman in a white coat came out, "Your friend is fine. Her thighs are bruised, and she has a sprained knee and a bruise from the airbag. Other than that, nothing is wrong. I don't believe in miracles, but this is as close as it gets."
Manny felt the weight lift from his shoulders, "So I can take her home?"
The doctor nodded, "Yep, we've given her a few days of meds so she can get some rest but other than that the only thing she needs is time."
"Thanks doc, I'll take her home now." Manny knocked and pushed the door open when your voice floated through the wood, "You ready to go?"
You nodded, "Yes but not on your bike."
Manny chuckled, "I had the prospect bring the car."
****
Once the hospital was out of view, Manny took a moment to look over your face before speaking, "Do the cops want to talk to you?"
You shook your head, "No, I wasn't drunk or high and I didn't see the car. There's nothing I can tell them, I can give my statement whenever I want so I can get my insurance payout and that's the end of it."
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't pushed you to come out tonight, this wouldn't have happened." You could hear the guilt in Manny's voice.
"You couldn't have known, this isn't anyone's fault. I'm ok, really." You hoped you'd sounded convincing but the look on Manny's face told you something different, "I want nothing more than to have a nice hot shower, take a few pills and get some sleep. Please don't beat yourself up about this, it isn't your fault."
Manny smiled softly, "Ok I won't but you gotta let me check in on you over the next few days."
You sighed, "Sure, if it will make you feel better."
The rest of the ride was had in conversing about the TV show you missed and by the time you pulled up to your home, Manny was just as pissed as you, "How could he cheat on someone so amazing? With a woman like that too. What's wrong with him?"
You shrugged, "He's a worm with a moustache."
Manny chuckled, "Well, I'll watch the reruns with you tomorrow. I spoke to Bish while you were getting checked out and you've got the whole day with me."
You huffed, "You could have let me know that while we were still in the car, I would have gotten snacks."
Manny placed his hand on your lower back and walked you inside, "We can do that anytime, you need to get some rest."
****
The weight of the day hit you just as you threw on your sleep shirt and hobbled to bed. Manny placed the pillow under your knee and brushed a strand of hair from your face, "You good Querida?"
You nodded softly, "Yeah, very sore but other than that, I think I'll be fine, the shower did wonders."
Manny took a deep breath, unsure how to break the news he got while you were bathing, "The guy that hit you's been done five times for drunk driving. The club's on it now."
"Figures, that explains why he ran." You rubbed your face, "the fact that you said the club's on it makes me think the cops aren't interested."
Manny shook his head, "No, they're not. He used to be one of theirs. Do you need anything else? Name it and it's yours."
"Please stay, I don't want to be alone tonight." You regretted it the second you said it, you had agreed after that night to keep things simple.
Manny smiled softly, "Sure, you want me to take the couch or.."
"Here's fine, if you want to, that is, it's not weird to share a bed with a friend." The way that Manny was looking at you made you think you might be more than that.
"I'm pretty sure I still have a pair of sweatpants around from that time I helped you paint your kitchen, can I have a quick shower and change before I climb into your nice clean bed?" Manny was always so thoughtful.
You nodded, "You do, they're in the bottom drawer and thank you."
Manny smiled, "What are friends for."
Manny was quick, leaving the door open to talk to you while he washed up. His chest was bare when he emerged and you flicked your eyes right to his to avoid gawking, "I can throw on my shirt if you want?"
You shook your head, "No, that would defeat the purpose of showering. I've seen you shirtless plenty of times Manny."
Manny dropped the subject and climbed into bed next to you, "Are you comfortable?"
You thought for a minute before turning on your side and facing him, while Manny repositioned the pillow, "I am now."
Manny smiled softly, "Good." There was a pause as you stared at his chest just inches before you and then you made a decision, one of which Manny seemed to come to simultaneously because just as you went to nestle into his arms, he was stretching them out to wrap around your body.
Nothing was said as sleep came over you, not even a good night but you swore as the last bit of awareness faded that you heard an "I love you" whispered into your ear.
****
The next day was spent smoking weed and eating while Manny's attention stayed glued to the TV so he didn't miss one second of what led up to the big scandal you had told him all about. He got a phone call just after six and hurried to the backyard to take it, coming back with a small smile on his face, "I've got good news."
"Ok, what is it?" You could tell by his tone it wasn't good news for someone.
Many sat down and popped a chip in his mouth, "We found the guy that hit you. Needless to say, he won't be hitting anything in a very long time."
You exhaled through your nose and shook your head, "I don't want anyone getting into trouble for me."
Manny smiled, "He did it to himself, we just gave him a push. Well, Coco did, but everyone else helped."
You took a moment before making your next statement, "I heard you last night and we need to talk about it."
"I meant what I said and I'm not upset heard me. I know we agreed to let go of what happened that night but I don't want to and you almost dying hasn't exactly made it easier to keep my feelings to myself." He had moved closer to you, his leg almost touching yours.
"And if I return your feelings, what then?" You knew what would happen.
His hand came to stroke your cheek, "What do you think Querida?"
Your eyes close unconsciously at his gentle touch, "I love you Manny."
He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours in a soft request for persimmon before you closed the gap and sealed your lips to his. When you pulled away, his pupils were blown so wide that there was hardly any brown left and his tongue darted out to lick his lip, "As much as I would like to keep this going and have a repeat of that night, I am very bruised and it's not going to be any fun."
Manny scrubbed his hand over his face and huffed, "You're right, plus, I want to watch the whole series before the next episode airs and we don't have a lot of time."
You pecked his cheek, "I love you."
His nose nuzzled your skin as he returned the gesture, "I love you too y/n."
Fin
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Boss Up, Mama | Rio (good girls)
Summary: When your worst nightmare comes true, will you be able to see through the pain and boss up or will you be blinded by rage and revenge?
Warnings: mentions of guns, blood, death, mentions of depression, loss of a loved one, revenge, rage, drinking, bad language, inappropriate pictures, car sex, mentions of inappropriate flashbacks, murder, mentions of kids, police, plotting murder, taking over a crime syndicate, bad bitch energy.
A|N: Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest. I do not own.
He’d asked you to meet him at the warehouse. He had plans for the two of you tonight, it had been a long week and he missed his girl. So you got dressed up and did what he asked, never expecting that night to turn into a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.
“Rio, my love I'm..” your voice gets caught in your throat as you step into a scene you never imagined you’d see. There stood Beth, one of Rio’s business partners, someone whom you weren’t too fond of but you trusted Rio and that’s all that mattered. She had a gun pointed at Rio’s chest and they were yelling at each other and before you could even blink she shot him three times. You screamed out his name. Trying to run to him. Beth turned the gun to you.
“Get her out of here.” Rio Yelled the best that he could as he attempted to call 911 as he choked on his own blood. “RIO NO!” you screamed as two of his guys carried you out of the warehouse kicking and screaming and calling to your husband as he bled out on that dirty warehouse floor. One of his guys attempting to grab Beth, the other is rushing to Rio. Before you knew it you were in the back of a car driving fast and far away, still screaming his name.
You were in the back seat sobbing. Makeup that had been meticulously done streaming down your face, when the car stopped. “Miss we’re home.” you didn’t move from your seat. You scoff. “Home, what even is that?” a hand reached in to help you from the backseat. “I got it.” you say still sobbing. You get inside and the house is dead silent. And your heartbreaks. You wait a few minutes until the car disappears from the driveway. You run into the garage, jump into your car and drive back to the warehouse.
The cops were there. You barely park the car before you are running out. “Miss you can’t go in there.” a police officer yells at you as you try to cross the yellow caution tape. You gasp as you see them putting a stretcher with a body bag on it into an ambulance. “Rio..” you whisper. “Miss, I need to ask you a few questions.” a cop grabbed you by the arm as you searched around desperately for him, even though in your heart you knew he was gone.
“Miss, do you know this man?” the police officer asked as he showed you a picture of Rio. your heart sank. “That’s my husband.” you sob. The police officer hung his head. “I'm sorry to inform you ma’am.” “No no no stop, he can’t be.” you scream falling to the ground. You knew this had to be some sick twisted game, a ruse to get the cops off of his case this wasn’t real. He had to be around here somewhere. You felt like you were having a heart attack. “I'm afraid your husband has been killed.” the words fall silent in your ears and everything goes dark. “Miss?” you knew you had passed out when you woke up in the hospital alone, one of Rio’s guys guarding the door. What even was the point now? You were released and things didn’t get better from there.
How could you live without him? He was your whole world. You couldn’t process it. She killed him, the only man you ever loved, the only man who had adored you more than money or fame you completed each other, now half of you was gone. You hadn’t stopped crying in days, you hadn’t left your bed, you ignored text and calls. Everything was a nightmare. Until you found it.
You sat in Rio’s office behind his desk, desperately trying to feel close to him. You were running your fingers over the framed pictures of the two of you when it caught your eye; a purple envelope. Now to any other person this may have seemed like nothing but to you it meant everything, you slide it out from underneath the desk calendar. You hold it tightly in your fingers, staring at it. When you and Rio first started dating he would leave you these letters in purple envelopes. You’d find them randomly around and they’d sometimes contain a few words and a picture and sometimes they’d be longer but no matter what they were always hand written and full of love for you and the life that you had built together. Over the years you hadn’t gotten as many but every once in a while you’d still find one.
Your heart raced as you ran your fingers across the seal on the back. His. you slide your fingers underneath it careful not to break it. You pull out the contents. It was a two page hand written letter and a couple of pictures. You start to cry. “Oh Rio, why?” you sob. You unfold the letter and begin to read. “ Mi Amor, If you are reading this then something has happened to me.” you pause, you can’t stop the tears now but you continue to read as they stain the pages. “I know that you aren’t going to understand what’s going on and I know that your heart is going to be broken but I need you to Boss up mama, take over my kingdom keep the empire alive. I know you aren’t going to want to live without me and I know it’s going to be the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do but you are the only person I trust darlin’ and I need you to do this for me. You are my world mama, the best thing that ever happened to me, I wouldn’t trade the life we had together for anything. I know you’ll take care of things. You’ll kill it mama I know you will. The guys will have your back, trust them they will protect you. I love you more than you will ever know. You have my heart forever and always my beautiful angel.” -Christopher ❤️
You read the words over and over, the more you read the more your heart breaks. How could you be the queen of his kingdom if you couldn’t even make yourself get out of bed in the morning. If he had time to write this letter then he knew something was wrong and that made things even worse, you picked up one of the pictures of the two of you he had enclosed in the envelope. A small smile crept across your lips. It was from his “Private collection.” you in your lace thong, him with his hands on your ass, while you're in his lap kissing. You always had been an interesting couple but you wouldn’t have traded being with him for anything in the world. You place it back down on the desk and pick up the second one.
This picture was more recent. Rio had suggested that the two of you start going to the gun range. He taught you to use a gun, and shoot it and load it, everything you would have ever needed to know. At the time you hadn’t really understood why he thought this was necessary but now you did. He was preparing you to protect yourself, to be okay without him. You ran your fingers over it. You both had dressed in black that day. You had a tank top and leather jacket, black jeans and heels on. You remember your boobs had looked so good in that top because Rio hadn’t been able to keep his eyes or his hands off of you. He’d stood behind you, supporting your hands on the gun with his, his body pressed into yours. He’d quietly whisper in your ear everything he had wanted you to do, even steady breathing coaching you every single step of the way, easing your nervousness like he always managed to do. You let out a deep sigh, as you ran your fingers over that picture one more time before you tucked it back into the envelope with the other one and your letter.
You knew he was right. You knew what you had to do. You knew you couldn’t just let anyone run his empire that he had worked so hard to build. You reached in his bottom desk drawer where you knew he kept that bottle of bourbon for those nights when work was just a little too much. You poured a glass, ran your fingers slowly around the rim. “I love you Christopher, and I hope I can make you proud.” you say. Taking a sip, and getting your head straight.
First order of business; find Beth Boland and make her pay.
When you woke up the next morning you asked Mick to call a meeting. It was time we got back to business. He couldn't help but smile when you asked him. “You know he would be proud of you right?” you give him a soft half smile. “Thank you but I’d rather have him here with me, then be where we are right now but that’s not a choice we have now do we.” you say with a quiet tone that wasn't quite the powerful bad bitch you needed to be and you needed that to change. You needed to boss up, for Rio.
Things started out slow, as you just tried to navigate this life and learn everything you could. Then before you knew it the empire that your husband had built was back up and running like nothing had changed and you could now switch your focus to the one thing you craved more than anything; revenge.
You sat behind Rio’s desk papers and pictures and plans scattered across the perfectly carved wood. A glass of bourbon In your hands as you read over the pages studied the plans, everything coming together perfectly.
There had been few nights lately that you had slept through the night, you'd been working late hours and drinking most of them. A fog of vengeance had clouded your mind as the days passed and the nights got longer and the more and more you missed Rio the harder this game got to play. Rio was always so good at managing everything. Finally you grew tired of waiting to watch the life disappear from Beth Boland’s eyes, tired of letting her run around free and happy while you were barely keeping it together and you knew that was weakness to your enemies.
Through hours of elaborate research and planning you found out where she lived. “Hey where are you going?” Mick called to you as you attempted to leave the house. Apparently He had been given strict instructions to never leave you alone if anything ever happened to Rio but you needed your space. “Please.” you beg I just need a little space. I’ll be fine. I promise.” you say. “Fine but if you're not back in an hour.” “I’ll be back before then, I promise.” you close the door and leave headed in the direction of Beth’s house.
There it was. A quiet little suburban home in a stuffy little stuck up neighborhood, it figures. You park across the street getting out and standing on the curb; watching. There she was. Like nothing had ever happened, she went back to her four kids and her husband and her stuffy stuck up friends and she never thought twice about what she took from you. You stood there watching as her husband kissed her and she chased her kids around the yard. A life you had only dreamed of having with Rio playing out in front of you. She got to have it all while you suffered. She looked up and you knew she saw you because she ushered her family inside. You got in your car and drove away, unable to bring yourself to do what you had come there to do.
Weeks passed and those weeks turned into months and you went on, strengthening Rio’s empire day by day. Money was coming in from everywhere and life seemed somewhat normal for once but still you were incomplete. And still Beth Boland lived a happy suburban life. Until one day everything changed.
“Hey boss, I got something for you.” Mick says coming to you one day. You look up from the stack of invoices you were looking over. “What is it?” you say. “You’re really going to love this one.” he says. You raise an eyebrow. “Well then, out with it.” you say tapping your pen on your stack of papers. “Mrs.Boland is back in the game and she’s looking for work.” he says. You lick your lips. Stupid bitch. You chuckle. You had an idea. “She knows you right?” you ask Mick. he nods. “Yeah Rio had me do a few things for him, involving her back in the day, what do you have in mind.” he asks. He couldn’t help but notice the evil little grin that crossed your lips, it was almost identical to the one Rio got when he was up to no good. He swallowed. You step out from behind the desk. “I want you to meet with her, tell her you got a new boss and new gig and you want to let her in on the game.” you say. This was perfection. Mick smiled. “Then I’ll meet with her and we’ll avenge Rio. he deserves at least that.” you say fighting back the tears. “I’ll set it up, and let you know the details.” mick says. You nod. “Hey Mick.” you say after him. He turns back “yeah boss.” he smirks. “Thank you.” you say. “For everything.” “It’s what he would have wanted.” Mick says as he turns to head out of your office.
You return to your chair. Propping your feet up on the desk. You close your eyes and you think of him. How’d you use to wake up some nights and he still hadn’t come to bed and you’d find him in here still working. His tired voice would whisper “hey mama.” in your direction as you'd go to him, wrap your arms around him, kiss his lips slowly, distract him from whatever he was thinking about, how’d he’d always put you up on the desk and make you beg for him over and over, till the neighbors could hear the sound of your screams. You sigh and your thighs clench around nothing at the thought. You growl slamming your fist down onto the hardwood. It was time to end this.
A few hours later Mick sent you a text with the meet details. Tomorrow.
“I thought your new boss was meeting us here. What the hell is taking so long?” Beth complained. He chuckled. “Don’t worry they are almost here.” he could hear the sound of your heels clicking down the concrete of this old warehouse hallway. Fitting place you thought. You appeared out of the darkness. “Beth Boland.” you say. She turns to look at you. Her mouth drops open. Not expecting it to be you. “Surprised are you? You probably thought I would have crawled in a whole and drank myself to death by now, but ohhh how wrong you are my dear.” you step to her.
She looked you over. She had to admit Rio had good taste. You were beautiful and she was rather jealous of how good you looked in that leather Jacket. That night she had only caught a brief glimpse of you before Mick carried you out and another was running after her. But standing here now she understood why Rio had loved you so much. Your fierce loyalty to him, unfaltering love for him driving your quest for revenge. She couldn’t blame you, she would have done the same thing.
The two of you stare at each other. You pull out a gun and you step to her. Calm, cool, collected. She tries to step back but Mick is there to stop her. “You’re not getting away this time.” you say. “You took everything from me, you know that?” you sob. There was deafening silence that filled the warehouse. “He was my world, my everything.” you say the guns still pointed at her. “I would have given up anything, even my own life so he could live, so he could continue to conquer the world like he was meant too, but you…” you pause. You're fighting the tears back “You didn’t care about that did you? You didn’t care that he was my future, my four kids running around the back yard, chasing our new puppy, his arms wrapped around me as I stood over the stove cooking his favorites, no all you cared about was making money. You didn’t care about your own family let alone mine, or what you would be taking from me.” you cock the gun as she laughs.
“You know he loved you so much, that pretty little name of yours was the last thing on his lips.” she hissed. Your hand shook but your finger stayed steady on the trigger. “You were always his excuse for everything, especially when I’d come on to him. He was so fiercely loyal to his perfect little wife.” she paused. “Wait, is that why you killed him because you were jealous of me? You have a family, kids… Rio was MY family.” she chuckles again. “No that’s not why.” she says.
Suddenly an all too familiar gravely voice comes from the darkness behind you.
“She did it because in order to be the king you have to kill the king, isn’t that right Elizabeth?” a shadow steps out of the darkness. “Hey Mama.” he whispers, eyes locked on you. Beth gasps. He was alive. “Rio.” you sob. Your whole body freezes, muscles weak. He steps to you. He moves a piece of your long hair from your pretty face with his long index finger. “You look more beautiful than ever, ma.” he whispers. His lips press gently into yours. The pair of you forgetting about Beth for a brief moment. “I thought you were…” you sobbed into his chest. He held you close. “Shhhh darlin’ I'm here.” he shoots a look over at Beth and suddenly he is full of rage once again.
He looked down at you clinging to his chest. He had had no choice but to do what he did. He didn’t know who to trust and he couldn’t risk you getting hurt. He knew someone was trying to come for him but he wasn’t sure until Beth showed up at the warehouse that night and he knew. He’d tried to call you, to tell you something came up and not to come. He hadn't wanted you to be there but he also didn’t think Beth would really shoot him but she had. He honestly didn’t think he was going to make it. But he needed everyone to think he was dead, everyone included you. And that broke his heart but he had to find the rotten egg and he found it.
“I need you to do me a favor.” he asks, looking down at you, those brown eyes soft and loving like they always were with you. “Anything.” you whisper looking up at him. “Give me the gun mama.” he says he wasn’t going to allow you to do what you had planned to do here tonight. “But.” you look over at beth. “Please, just give me the gun, it's going to be alright.” he says again. You look down at your trembling hands. “That's it.” he whispers as you hand it over his long fingers brush your soft skin as he takes the gun from you. “Now close your eyes.” he whispers as he waits for you to do as you're told before he turns and without a second thought shoots beth. Her body dropped to the floor. “Take care of this.” he says. “I don’t care how, I don’t want to deal with it anymore, she’s taken enough of my time.” Rio demands. Mick smirks. “You got it boss, welcome back.” Rio smirks. Two guys carry Beth’s body out of the warehouse.
“Alright pretty girl, you can open those beautiful eyes now.” he whispers. You open your eyes and you only see him. His perfect face, the smell of this cologne, that silly neck tattoo. It was him he was here, he was alive. You touch his face, fingers caressing his cheek, “I can’t believe it’s really you.” you cry. “I was so lost without you Rio, I almost didn’t survive.” “But you did mama. You made me so proud of you. The way you took over, the way you made this empire thrive without me.” he interrupts you. You sigh. “I can’t believe this whole time you were alive and you didn’t tell me. I was losing my shit without you Rio. how the fuck could you do this to me?” you yell at him now. You didn’t want to but you couldn’t help it. You went through hell when you thought he was gone.
He smirks and you go to slap him but he grabs your arm and he pulls you towards him, his lips capturing yours. You can’t help the moan that escapes between your lips. You feel him chuckle. “God I fucking missed you.” you groan into his mouth, wrapping yourself around him. “ I know, baby girl.” He groans in that low tone only Rio has. The two of you stare at each other for a few minutes but it doesn’t take long before his lips are on yours once again. Your back against the cold metal door of his G Wagon in seconds, his hands all over you.
“Fuck mama, being away from you was torture, I missed you so fucking much.” He moaned as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently. He pulled you away from the door, opening it quickly. “Get in.” He demands. You smirk and do as you're told, sliding into the back seat. He gets in behind you, closing the door and locking it. He pulls you into his lap, you straddle him. Kissing each other wildly, hands desperate for each other. You're pulling his shirt over his head, he’s practically ripping yours off. His soft lips trail down your neck onto your chest, leaving behind hickies as he goes. You call to him, his name like a song on your lips. A song he had longed to hear for months.
Before you knew it his pants were around his ankles and your panties were being ripped from your thighs and you sank down onto him. Both of you moaning with pleasure as you match each other thrust for thrust, move for move . Eyes locked on each other, Rio’s grip on your hips steadying you both as he kept an even steady pace. “Almost there mama.” His whispers into your neck. “Fuck Rio!!” You call out to him tossing your head back, hand crashing into the window beside you, fingers trailing down the glass. “Cum for me mama,I got you always.” He groans and you know he’s right there with you. Your hips collide once more. “Jesus Fuck.” He groans as you tighten around him and both let go cumming together. You collapse breathless on his chest.
Silence fills the car as you both attempt to catch your breath. He looks down at you, a long finger tracing over the curve of your face. Both of you just stared at each other for what seems like hours, but it of course had only been a few minutes. He leaned in to kiss your lips slowly. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “Rio.” You protest. “No baby please.” He whispers. He adjusts since you were still in his lap and he was still inside of you but he couldn’t bear to separate from you after being away from you for so long. He just wanted to feel close to you.
Your fingers caress his cheek. “Talk to me baby.” You whisper. He sighs. “I wish I could have told you what was going on but I was only trying to protect you. seeing the fear in your eyes that day broke my heart. I never wanted it to happen this way.” He confesses. He looked away from you, he couldn’t bear to see the sadness in your eyes. You tuck your fingers under his chin, turning his face back towards you. “I know you had your reasons. Do I wish you would have told me what was going on, yes of course I do but we can’t worry about those choices now. I was so lost without you, I literally didn’t think I would survive with half of my heart missing. But Rio I know you had to do what you had to do, you’re okay and we’re okay and that’s all that matters. Plus you have plenty of time to make it up to me.” You smirk, kissing his nose.
He captures your lips with his. “I love you, with all my heart and soul and I hope you know I hated having to do what I did and I promise going forward we work through everything together as a team. Obviously you can handle it.” He chuckles. Thinking about how damn proud of you he was, for picking yourself up, for carrying on, for taking his kingdom and making it thrive, for avenging his death, well almost. He couldn’t love you more than he did at that moment.
You smirk. “What do you say, we get out of this car and make up for lost time, somewhere more comfortable.” You suggest. He bites your lip. “I think that sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day mama.” He says as he helps you off his lap, the two of you redressing for the most part. He opened the door for you and you hop out of the back seat, he follows behind you. You get into the passenger seat and he gives you a kiss, then slides into the driver seat taking your hand in his. He looked over at you. “What is it?” you asked with a smile. “You really want to have four kids with me?” he smirks. You chuckle thinking about what you had said to Beth earlier. ”you heard that, huh?.” you laugh and he melts he missed that sound, he missed you. “I'm game to start working on that anytime, mama.” he winks at you and you both start to laugh. You look over at him eyes full of lust and desire. “We’ll see about that when we get home.” you say biting your lip. You feel him step on the gas and head home quicker.
With Beth gone you and Rio had been better than ever. The two of you are working together now making that empire of his stronger and more profitable than ever. The perfect team. Bonnie and Clyde. Ride or die for each other no matter what, until the end of time.
The end ❤️
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. . ˚ . Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg (pt 2)
✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)
✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?
✩ warnings. cursing, threats
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We went to this cute little bar Rio says he always goes to. It's old, vintage and there's not that many people here today, especially at 5pm. It's weird but I don’t care because honestly I’m trying to get this shit over with. The floor and its tables have an old yet modern dark mahogany hue to it as for the stools and booths are burgundy with a bit of shine to it. Anyway we walk into the door and he nods to this mysterious guy standing at the bar. We sat down at a booth across from each other. I sit up straight and intertwin my fingers together as for Rio, he just sinks into the booth, relaxing like he’s on a vacation not giving a care in the world. We sit in silence for a minute until he says. “So…” he pauses trying to gather his words together. He looks up at me “what do you need Valerie”
“I want you to let us back in” I said nonchalantly without breaking eye contact. He lets out a soft laugh “So you think…you can come around barking orders like that?”
“Yup what's so funny about it” I said cockly, shrugging my shoulders. “You really think this is a game,” he says. I shrugged my shoulders again at him with a mean look on my face still making serious eye contact with him. “No I don-” I announced but he cuts me off in the middle of my sentence “yes you do because you bitches are amateurs and I’m not risking my business for amateurs”
I look at him with a smile forming on my face as I start busting out laughing in his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side with confusion smeared on his face. I put my hand to my face, covering my smudged smile as my giggles echoed throughout the empty bar. He rubbed his face in frustration “what's funny?” he demanded.
A few chuckles escaped from my mouth “so you think this is my first rodeo huh?” I said as I pointed at him for a second. He dismisses what I said by shrugging his shoulders in a cold manner. “What makes you think that doing something like this only once makes you a pro? Baby you got this twisted if you think-”
I cut him off as I let out a small chuckle “nah you got it twisted Rio, do you realize that I’m bigger than whatever your fucking doing, you’re an amateur to me” I start leaning towards him “you’re staring at one of the biggest gang leader youve ever. fucking. met”
He looks away from me “oh really?” he looks back at me as his voice depends. I let out another small chuckle “yeah Christopher don’t get this shit twisted” He looks at me with a blank stare trying to fathom what I just said to him because the thing is that he never told any of us his first name or anything about
him at all. So seeing him looking at me with his eyes slightly widened and surprised about what I said. He looks away from me for a quick second as he straightens his posterior, nodding his head slowly at me. He turned his head back around and looked me in the eyes again. “Ok so here's the deal…how about I let you guys back in but in return I get a date” he demands in his husky voice as he shifts a little in his seat.
My eyes widened and my cheeks started to form a warm red hue as my body grew tense.“You want a what?” I questioned him in a low voice. He nodded his head slowly with a smudged smirk on his face. “What are we in fucking high school Rio!” I exclaimed
He let out a low degrading laugh, shrugging his shoulders “it’s up to you ma” he said and all I did was give him a blank stare.
Beth's House-
I got to Beth's house around 7:30ish and the sun just went down. It was practically dark and the murky streetlights came on as I walked up Beth's longing brick stairs. I was kinda tired and I just wanted to relax, however, I had to tell them what Rio said to me. I opened the shiney creaking knob to the deep oak tall door revealing the entryway to her house. My heels echoed throughout the surprisingly quiet house, entering the living room seeing the girls sitting on the off white chair with blue patterns on the pillows. There was another off white chair with the same pattern to it and they both had pillows in the middle of the both of them. Annie was on the smaller couch while Beth and Ruby on the lounger couch, a glass of wine in all three of their hands, relaxing with blissful smiles on their faces. When they heard me walk in the living room slowly they both cocked their heads towards me with smiles still on their faces.
“Hey Val” Ruby exclaimed with excitement on her face. I looked at her with a lazy smile on my face as I took my black trench coat off, throwing it on the coach carelessly. “Hey guys” I said as a low sigh poured out my mouth. I plopped down on the couch beeside Ruby, laying my head down on her shoulder. I felt a cold hand softly touch my back.
“What's wrong?” Beth said in a semi serious tone.
“He said that he’ll let you guys back in,” I mumbled. I saw Annies head pop up in the corner of my eye with her arms pointed in my direction. “That's good though right?” she questioned. I lifted my head up in a swift motion looking at her “However…” They all groaned at those words, knowing that there's a twist to it.
“He wants me to go on a fucking date on him”
I looked at all of them, seeing the confused yet surprised look on their faces as they looked at each other one by one. “What?” Beth screeched as she tilted her head in confusion.
Ruby gave me a blank stare “Are you serious?” she shouted. I nodded my head at her with a dumbfounded expression plastered on my face.
I mean…” Annie said hesitantly with her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she started anxiously wrestling with the tip of her sleeve . She paused for a moment looking at the ground trying to gather her words as we just all looked at her waiting for a response to fall out her mouth.
She sighed harshly looking at me “I mean you have to right? we all need the money and it's only one date, Valarie.” Everyone looked at me as worry filled their eyes rapidly and when I stared at them I started to frown in anger and also in panic. I wasn’t scared of Rio, it's just the idea of going out with him. Everyone was just staring at me in a blank stare waiting for my response. I rolled my eyes “no…not with him”
They all look at me with a sadeend look on their faces with a dash of worry and now I’m full of guilt. I felt bad so I agreed to go out with Rio. I know they’re desperate for the money, especially my sister and at this point I don’t want my pride to get to me because I tend to do that. So now I’m getting ready at Beth's house for the date. We’re apparently going to this fancy restaurant like I care less, however when I called him that day he sounded so amazing on the phone and to be honest I hope this date goes a bit well.
I'm in Beth's bedroom, putting on my heels. I’m wearing a black fitted dress with a gold necklace and black stilettos. I have a soft brown smokey eye and red lipstick on—not too much or too little. All I’m trying to do is impress him a little so my girls can get some money. When I finished putting on my heels, I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “You ready?” Beth announced as she entered the room slowly with a small smile on her face. I looked up at her, nodding my head with a weary smile on my face. Beth walked closer to me, and I stood up quickly. I try to fix my dress, tugging the slides of my dress down, trying to make myself more comfortable. She looks at me with a smile still painted on her face. “You look great, Val,” she sincerely says. I looked down to my feet. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking back up at her. My stomach started fluttering chaotically, making me feel sick. The piercing ring flew throughout the whole house, and as we both heard that sound, we looked at each other dead in the eye, full of worry and anguish. My breath starts to accelerate, and my eyes widen while I stare at Beth with a semi-shocked look on my face. Beth's head turned quickly towards the sound of three bells, staring out into the hallway for what felt like hours, but it was only a couple of seconds. The aching pitch of the doorbell echoed throughout the house again, causing me to feel nauseous. Beth looked back at me and gave me a gentle nod as she guided me downstairs. I took baby steps towards what felt like a magnanimous door. I grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, revealing him. Rio, and to be honest with you, he looked better than he ever did. He wore a black button-up that hugged around the curve of his arms, showing off his well-defined silhouette. The fabric of his shirt wrapped around his shoulders without being overly tight. His confidence went through the roof with his back straight as he stood there calmly at the door. He also wore some black dress pants that fit his lower body, along with a pair of dress shoes and a black trench coat. His facial expression was soft when I opened the door. His eyes swept my body, sending a chill through my spine as the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I let out a big breath as I gazed into his cold, hard eyes.
“Hey Ma." I stood still when I heard the sound of his raspy voice flutter rapidly in the air. His presence slightly suffocated me, and I wasn’t sure about going, but I was doing it for my girls, not for me. I looked back at the girls staring at me with a worried frown on their faces, but I reassured them with a weary smile. I grabbed my coat, fixed my posture, and looked back at Rio with a cold glare on my face as I
walked towards him “Lets go” I sighed harshly, walking out the door and past where he was standing. I felt his presence creep up behind me as he started walking beside me.
When we got to his car, I tried to open the door myself; instead, he got to it first and opened the door for me. I nodded “thank you” and hopped in his car. He got on the driver's side and started the car. The engine roared as we raced down the highway. I glanced at him, and out of curiosity, I asked, “Where are we going anyway?" He looked at me and just smiled. I tilted my head in confusion about why he found me so amusing. "What?"I just want to know where we're going.”
"It's a surprise."
I rolled my eyes. “I hate surprises. I hope you know that.”
He chuckled. “I guess now I know." I stayed quiet, waiting for him to tell me, and he did.
"Fine, since you want to be stubborn, we’re going to this restaurant where we can eat, dance, and listen to live music.”
"Seems…fancy,” I said, looking back at him. He glanced at me and looked back into the darkly lit road. “Yeah, we're not far from it."
I stared at him for a little bit longer, watching his rough hands confidently and strongly grip the wheel as we raced down the dark, empty highway. My gaze lingered on him, looking at his facial features and how powerful he looked behind the wheel. My stomach starts to flutter with curiosity and the desire to want him right now. As my trance went further, he spoke, “We’re here.” I was breathless when I looked away from him, and my cheeks were burning red as I stared out the window, noticing we’re right in front of the restaurant. The door opened and revealed a man in all black needing to park our car. I got out and nodded to this man as Rio walked next to me and into the building. As we stepped into the restaurant, we were in this dimly lit foyer with only three people sitting on black benches. It was a small-looking foyer with white marbled floors and off-white walls with art and pictures all over them. There were cute little lights attached to the walls, making the room look safe and comforting. It was a room that I could look at forever. We were greeted by a man in an all-black suit who took our coats and hung them up for us in this cute coat closet. With all the money I have in my bank account, I have never experienced anything like this before, and I was only in a fucking foyer. Anyway, the man in the suit talked to Rio and then guided us to one of the doors in the foyer. When he opened the door, the thick fragrance of sweet desserts and spices brought joy to my nose. The warm beats of music blasted through the air and echoed through the entire building. The sound of music brought me a sense of comfort as a heartfelt smile spread across my face rapidly, taking in all of the elements of this place. I loved this place, and Rio knew I did.
Anyway, I felt a warm hand softly settle on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd and towards our table. We got seated at this small table facing the huge band and the little dance floor in the front of the dimly lit room. There were four couples slowly dancing in front of everyone, having a good time, and it brought me joy to look at all of them being madly in love with each other. I slowly creeped out of my trance and realized Rio was looking at me with a smirk on his face. I chuckled softly. “What?”
“I see that you like this place."
"Yes, I do. I was really surprised if you wanted to say that.”
He nodded. “Well, do you want to dance?”
I arched my eyebrow. “Dance?” I said, tilting my head. I laughed, “I don't dance; trust me.”
But of course he didn’t understand that, because after I said those words, he stood up and put out his hand. “I don’t believe that, Ma; I know you can dance.”
His voice made me cave in, and I took his slightly cold hands as he guided me towards the simple, polished floor in front of the band. The soft glow of the light warmed my skin as his hand lingered down my body and onto my waist, pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with him, so I kept my distance. I tried to steer away from his eyes; however, he caught on to that.
“Can you at least act like you don’t hate me?” he mumbled in his deep, husky voice. I steered my attention toward him and glanced into his deep, hickory eyes.
“I don't... hate you, Rio,” I said softly.
"Well, you haven’t talked all night."
“I don’t know what to talk about or ask you... I basically know everything about you."
Rio chuckled and looked away from me, and when he did that, I didn’t realize how close we'd gotten. I felt his strong chest against mine as our bodies moved in unison. His heat bounced off his body and on to mine. Rio's hands grew tighter around my waist, giving me a sense of security. My body grew tense, and my breath was ragged when I noticed what he was doing to my body. I deeply sank into his body, and everything grew still in the room.
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Break-In
Bishop Losa x OC Manny Reyes
Day 27 these April Prompts: “This used to belong to my mom”
Summary: After a break-in at her apartment, the middle Reyes calls her brothers just to be sent to voicemail, leaving her to rely on her least favorite Mayan, Bishop Losa.
A/N: My girl Manny <3 This is the start of a larger story for my girl that will probably take place over the course of one shots that can be read individually but flow a lot better if read all together. You can read my other Manny fic for some background or just more Manny content <3
Family Night
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Mentions of guns, violence, break ins.
Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705
Manny sat completely still in the closet of her bedroom, her hand over her mouth to muffle any uncontrollable sounds of her breathing as a couple tears fell from her eyes. There was still shuffling and scuffling happening beyond the closet doors, each sound causing her to shake. Normally, Manny would have been quick to fight off intruders in her home. She wasn’t one to falter or scared of a fight, but things changed when she heard the gunshot.
She wasn’t sure what they shot, who they shot. But it spooked her. Her phone was on her nightstand, just feet from her, almost taunting her. Since she couldn’t call for help, she sat hidden in the closet, waiting for the intruders to leave.
It was silent for about 5 minutes but she let 5 more go by before emerging from the closet. She moved to grab the weapon from her drawer, realizing immediately she hadn’t grabbed the gun she had strictly for this reason. With one more deep breath, her shaking stopped, her crying stopped, and she was stealth, slow, and calculated in her moves as she cleared her apartment.
After realizing she was alone, she rushed back into her room and grabbed her phone. First she called Angel, strictly because he was the first one in her phone, she hung up after the 4th ring, not letting the voicemail get a chance to speak. Her next dial was EZ, this time she let the rings bring her to the voicemail in hopes that he’d answer but there was no luck. She wasn’t going to leave a message, she wasn’t naive. She tried both of them one more time before giving up and moving onto someone else. Coco.
“What’s up?” His voice was so relaxed it made Manny mad.
“Are you with my brothers?” Manny’s voice was on edge.
“Nah, they’re up north on a run.” Coco inhaled a cigarette as he spoke.
“Fuck!” Manny yelled out.
She couldn’t see him but Coco was pushing off the wall he was leaning on as the worry filled his body.
“What the fuck is it?” He asked holding the phone tighter to his ear like that was going to get him answers sooner.
“Some motherfuckers just broke into my apartment and trashed it,” she was looking around now, seeing that everything had been torn apart, her couch cushions were tossed on the other side of her room, drawers were open, it was a wreck. “I don’t know who but I heard a gunshot.” She immediately moved to the front window of her apartment and looked outside. Her mind was going back and forth, she was hoping there wasn’t any of her neighbors bleeding out but another part of her needed to know what the fuck they shot at.
“Fuck! You good?” Coco asked as he tried to think through what to do.
“I’m fine, I just– I don’t really keep company that would do this, you know? It’s gotta be a club hit. Or-or something Angel and EZ got into I don’t know.” Manny rambled. “Can you just– can you come here? Not really feelin’ like being alone.”
“I’m over the border, Manny.” Coco said with sympathy behind his statement. “Let me call one of the guys that’s at the clubhouse.”
Manny wasn’t in the space to argue or make calls so she just agreed. With her brothers not answering, she had to trust Coco and his decisions.
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There was a knock at the door, and Manny heard it creep open. With her gun loaded and next to her, she creeped up and pointed it at the person who entered.
“They shot your door open.” Bishop said as he ran his hand threw his beard before turning towards Manny. He stepped back and put his hand up when he saw Manny was extending out a gun right at him. “It’s just me, Manny.”
Those words didn’t really offer a lot of comfort to the girl. Bishop wasn’t exactly Manny’s favorite Mayan, let alone favorite person. Bishop and Manny had a very complicated history. Manny blamed a lot of the shit that went on with Angel and EZ on Bishop. Now, she wasn’t naive, she knew that Angel and EZ were in charge of their own decisions, but she also knew that as club president, they’d follow Bishop blindly into anything. And they did. Manny remembers when Angel joined the club, that was the start of Bishop and Manny’s tense relationship. Fighting in the front yard of the Reyes house when Bishop and a few other club members pulled up and pulled Angel away. She remembers when Bishop ordered EZ to go on a run and he ended up coming back with a gunshot wound. The names he called them, the way he acted around her, all extra salt to the wound. Every one of those instances and more were running through her brain mixed with the adrenaline from the break in, shooting Bishop seemed like a decent option. But Manny wasn’t psychotic.
She lowered the gun, a little relieved to know that the victim of the gunshot was her front door and not one of her neighbors.
“Coco called me. Filled me in.” Bishop's hands were still raised in innocence as he slowly walked towards the girl.
“Yea? He tell you my brothers didn’t answer cause they’re out on a run.” Another reason added to why Manny very much didn’t like Bishop.
There was more truth behind that, though. Manny’s last conversation with her brothers wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. But she wasn’t going to let Bishop know that if it meant she could blame him for something else.
Bishop ignored the comment and Manny put the gun on the coffee table, probably one of the only pieces of furniture still upright in the apartment.
“You clock anything? Tattoos? They say anything?” Bishop was trying to figure out who did this so he could figure out what the fuck he was going to do.
“While I was hiding in my closet, scared for my life?” The sarcasm dripped off her voice. “No. Sorry.”
“Alright.” Bishop nodded and looked around trying to figure out what to do.
“There were probably like 5 of them. They were calculated but they didn’t hit the bedroom, just here. With everything tossed around they were probably looking for something.”
“You hidin’ anything?” Bishop asked and it caused a little more tension to grow between them.
She was. Her brothers gave her something a week ago. It was a flashdrive. She didn’t ask what was on it and in hindsight she wished she did. But she also knew that whatever it was, the club wouldn’t have known about it especially if Bishop was asking this. Despite her being mad at her brothers, she wasn’t going to rat them out.
“Yea, a million bucks under my mattress.” Her face turned in a smile that was fully mocking him now.
“I’m here to help.” Bishop was now trying to work with the girl.
“You’re doin’ an amazing job, prez.” Manny wasn’t letting down.
Bishop stood there, if this was one of the guys they’d be put in their place way before this, but this was a line he hadn’t towed often, and tried to avoid in most cases.
“I’m gonna take a shower, wash this fuckin’ disaster of a night off. If you leave, do some boyscout shit on the front door lock and send someone else to stand post please and thank you.” Manny didn’t want to deal with any of this, her anger over the whole situation, her brothers, and now Bishop being here put her over the edge.
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As Manny came out from the bedroom, her hair being dried by a towel in her hand, she didn’t expect to see her apartment pretty much put back together let alone Bishop horizontal on the couch playing with his pocket knife. Open and close as he stared at the ceiling. The sound of her footsteps alerting him to sit up.
“I, uh, tried my best to clean up. I’m the only one still in Santo Padre, everyone else is either on the run up north or on the other side.” Bishop knew Manny was privy to certain things, whereabouts being one of them. “I’ll stay outside though, just was waiting to give you the heads up.” He stood up and was making his way to the door.
“You didn’t fix the lock.” Manny said her eyes following him to the door. Bishop was about to explain how it was impossible to fix but that it didn’t matter because he’d stand watch and have one of the guys fix it tomorrow but Manny cut him off. “You can stay on the couch.” Bishop’s head turned up at that until she finished her sentence. “I’d rather them shoot you first to warn me.”
He chuckled at that. “Fair enough. You think I could use your bathroom?”
“Through the room on the right.” Manny said, pointing as she made her way to the kitchen.
Looking at the couch, Manny realized she should get Bishop some blankets and a pillow. She might not have liked Bishop but she was grateful he was watching out for her tonight so she’d be a decent host at the minimum. She poured two glasses of water, placing one on the coffee table, next to the gun she had placed their originally, and then she took the second glass into her room to grab spare bedding.
She was shocked to see Bishop staring at her stamp collection. She cleared her throat which made him place the stamp book back on her dresser before turning to face her. Manny’s hand was extended out handing him the glass of water.
“Sorry, I–uh,” Bishop grabbed the glass of water and took a few steps away from the dresser. “I used to collect stamps with my kid. The album caught my eye.”
“I wasn’t coming to spy on you. Was grabbing you a blanket.” Manny turned to her closet.
Bishop stood awkwardly in the middle of Manny’s room, looking around at the pictures in the room, the things on her nightstand, the stuffed animals on the bed.
“Used to belong to my mom.” Manny said as she turned around and handed Bishop the blanket.
“Huh?” Bishop asked with a frown as he had the water in one hand and the folded blanket in the other.
“This,” Manny moved over to her dresser and picked up the stamp album, “used to belong to my mom. We collected them when I was a kid. Before she died.” She placed it in a new spot on the dresser standing up so it was more on display now.
Bishop nodded. “Me and my kid used to go to different flea markets, vintage stores, pawn shops, whatever the fuck, and pick them up. Before he died.” His last three words were spoken directly at her since they were repeating what she said.
Manny’s head snapped to Bishop’s. “I–” She started to say that she didn’t know, like that would excuse all of her behavior to the man but she stopped and just offered condolences. “I’m sorry about your kid. That’s rough.”
“So’s losing your mom, I know that was some gruesome shit, then with EZ going away,” Bishop tried to sympathize with her.
“Yea. It’s been rough. Doesn’t seem to let up.” What would have normally come out as sarcasm came out in a soft voice.
The two of them moved back into the living room, the front door was wide open, Bishop dropped the blanket and glass quickly and drew his gun, his other hand instinctively moving behind him to shove Manny behind him. Her hand reached forward, grabbing her gun from the coffee table and situated behind him, watching his six like she had learned how to do from her brothers. She still hated that her younger brother had taught her how to defend herself but in this moment she was grateful.
“Stay here.” Bishop said as he cleared the apartment, Manny staying on alert at the front door as she closed it with the back of her foot.
Bishop reappeared now, gun back in his waistband.
“Must’ve been the breeze.” He pointed to the door before bending down and picking up the tossed blanket and glass and dropped them in a more proper place . “If you got some rope I’ll boy scout this shit closed.” A smile filled his face which caused Manny to push off the door and laugh.
“Didn’t realize you were so funny, Obispo.” She used his full name, something she never did as she went into her junk drawer in the kitchen and pulled out some string and tossed it to him.
She moved to the recliner she had bought strictly for her father for when he came to visit, bringing her legs up to her chest as she watched Bishop fidget with her door. After he tightened the last knot, his eye fell to a picture that was hanging on the wall. Manny clocked it immediately, she also saw how quick he was to look away. Like he had intruded on something personal.
“Ellie. My ex.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you uh” Bishop shook his head, embarrassed to have overstepped.
“Like girls?” Manny laughed as she saw Bishop squirm. “I’m shocked, the guys love to clown me on it. Especially Gilly.” She drank the rest of her water. “But, I don’t…you know…” Her head shook from side to side expecting Bishop to understand what she was insinuating and Bishop’s forehead wrinkled in a frown.
“I don’t just like girls.” She said expecting Bishop to understand but his face was still twisted in confusion. “I’m bisexual, Bishop.” Manny said it as straightforward as she could. His face let the confusion fall but he stood there awkwardly. “Jesus Christ, it was easier coming out to Felipe.” Manny laughed. “Take a fuckin’ breath, prez. You don’t gotta say anything.”
“No, sorry, just realized I don’t know much about you.” He sat down on the couch.
“I could say the same.” Manny looked directly into his eyes.
“Guess we don’t know much about each other.” Bishop leaned back against the couch.
“Guess we don’t.” Manny didn’t take her eyes off him.
Bishop stared right back at her. “Maybe we should learn more.”
“Yea, maybe we should.”
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫
Chapter Six ; 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 | Masterlist
Epiphany could feel her heart beating rapidly against the base of her eardrums. She almost felt deaf. Her stomach rattled as the bullets shot through Cassius's head. The bullets scattered into his skull and split his flesh open. His blood splattered onto the floor as if he were a pig that had freshly been slaughtered. And when the unpleasant linger of ammonia swept away from her nostrils…she felt nothing. The anxiousness she once felt not even seconds ago had disappeared.
Everyone had to die at some point. Cassius surely had it coming given the amount of times he knocked on death's door with his actions. Epiphany never expected she'd be the one to deliver. The blood he spilled throughout the streets of Los Vegas for fun or for collecting his debts. Or the times when the slaps she laid across his face were met with brutal punches to her face and kicks to her side. But did that dignify his death? Epiphany couldn't be sure. Whatever they had gone through she had chucked it up to 'relationship ups and downs'.
And she had been too into her head to notice Rio visibly relax his tense shoulders. She had chosen him. She had initiated her loyalty and devotion to him. He placed his hand on top of hers and took the gun. "I hurt him…that must've hurt a lot," Rio heard her whisper as he drew himself closer to her body. "He didn't feel anything, mama," Rio assured her. His tall figure crouched down as he wrapped his long around her waist, butt, and legs to lift her into a cradle position in his arms. Epiphany wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose brushed against the edge of his eagle tattoo as she found comfort in his scent. Rio held her tightly in his arms, against his chest. The smoothness of his lips slid across her forehead a moment before he carried her out of the 'room',
The events of being taken out of the tunnels, And then when she was put into Rio's car, and going to his apartment were a blur. It moved just as fast as the blink of Epiphany's eyes. But the moment she had been set down on her feet in his living room, Epiphany looked up into his dark eyes, meeting his piercing yet unreadable gaze with a look of desperation before ravenously kissing his lips. Their bodies began to say what their mouths couldn't. Clothes turned into obstacles and were ripped from one another's bodies. Their tongues plunged deep into the depths of each other's mouths as Epiphany was pinned to the couch. A muffled moan echoed off of Epiphany's lips into Rio's mouth as he thrust inside her. Her hands clung to the back of his toned thighs as he rutted into her over and over again. ❛𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭-𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹❜ Epiphany cried and whimpered against his lips with tears prickling down the sides of her face. The warmth of his hands cupping the sides of her face brought on the feeling of safety and comfort.
That night solidified their relationship and Christopher didn't realize how 'rusty' (for lack of a better word) he was when it came to that dynamic. In terms of consistency; He had been doing his own thing for a long time. Came and went when he pleased. He could go off-grid for weeks at a time and then pop back around to whatever woman's home or apartment he was seeing. But being in an exclusive, committed relationship came with responsibilities and Christopher was no stranger to that. He didn't mind when it came to Epiphany, either. He was gentle with her. He was also patient. Christopher took notice of the trauma Epiphany experienced from the initiation of their relationship. The signs would've been inconspicuous to the average male but not to Christopher.
Epiphany had slept over at his apartment for a week straight and every night she would awake beside him in a cold sweat and sit on the floor gazing out the bedroom windows. She slept best cuddled on top of him with him nuzzled inside her. Their shared mornings were quiet unless he'd crack a joke first or hold her hand in his own. The bubbly personality she once possessed was amplified at other times. He often came home to her drenched in sweat dancing in his living room with her headphones on. Her lips painted in a scowl and her eyebrows knitted together. She mounted him like a squirrel climbing a tree, smothering him in affection. Which to Christopher was a double-sided coin of appreciation, something that made him feel like her protector, her world. A sisterly-sweet feeling over the fact that she depended on him emotionally and physically. He couldn't help but smile during the times she would send him text messages throughout the day, checking in on him.
"I think you should meet my kid soon." He announced randomly over lunch at his favorite sushi spot. A slight smirk settled across his lips when Epiphany's big brown eyes widened. "Maybe…my family in general."
"Really?" A beaming-bright smile swept across her lips, "I mean I'd love to, but…are you sure?" A brief look of worry swept across her face. A few thoughts of insecurity swept across her mind. Family was a big deal and Epiphany wasn't certain his family would warm up to her.
"Of Course," Christopher reassured her as he reached his hand across the table and took her hand in his own. Carefully, he raised her hand and placed a kiss against the corner of her hand. He then placed soft kisses against the pads of her fingertips. "It'll be cool, don't sweat it, mama."
His reassurance made her whole face brighten. Epiphany had quickly leaned over the table and placed kisses against the side of his cheek. To which he basked in her affection by cradling the back of her neck with his hand and kissing her lips. The pair settled on the following Saturday, a week before Thanksgiving.
After lunch, Epiphany returned to her apartment and immersed herself in a week's worth of schoolwork which allowed Christopher to tap into the mindset of Rio fully and get back to business. One matter of business in particular he was going to straighten. Beth and the two spinless mice that followed her. Speaking of…The three women were seated in the strip club counting and splitting their weekly profits when Rio and Mick arrived. The men couldn't help but overhear that Epiphany was the subject of conversation. "She hasn't been back and I haven't seen her at our usual Boba spot," Rio and Mick overheard Annie say.
"Good riddance. At Least she was smart enough to do that." Beth added on.
"Ole girl is probably off humping some other thug in magic city," Ruby grunted.
“Damn, what happened to bitches uplifting one another.” Mick commented casually as he and Rio strolled into the back room. He didn't bother holding back his chuckle when the women visibly jumped out of startelement. They didn't utter a reply.
"What's up ladies, you got my cut?" Rio greeted with a chastising smile as he stepped forward.
"Yes, it's all here." Beth was first to speak up as she moved around the table and grabbed one of the duffle bags from one of the lockers. As she made her way over towards him, her blue eyes pierced into his dark brown ones with a wide-eyed gaze. She drank him in with a gaze that read-over as yearning, and burned with desire.
Rio on the other hand looked at her blankly in return as he took the duffle bag from her. His mind and attention elsewhere despite his eyes fixed on her.
"It's light. Real light," Mick said as soon as the bag of money was passed over to him.
Rio's left brow slowly rose up as his head slowly tilted to the side, "And why's that?"
"Business hasn't exactly picked up over the last few friday nights. One of our dancers, Jannie just started doing solos and they haven-"
"Nah, that ain't the truth and we both know that," Rio quickly butted in and cut Beth off. "Every friday night the club was bringing in over 150 gs. Epiphany's solo night and you bitches fucked that up over…"His attention fell back on Beth, only this time with a menacing gaze, "Insignifigance."
Something told Beth that he was talking about her rather than the situation. And if looks could kill…she would be eight feet under in a cold and shallow grave.
"But since my money is something you like to play with…"he trailed off before his lips broke out in a wide smile, "You've got forty-eight hours to make it back." And with that he turned around and started walking towards the exit door."Oh, and double it. For the late fees." Rio called over his shoulder which caused Mick to snicker as both men left.
While Rio had been dealing with the peaky housewives, Epiphany was on the other side of town located in her apartment on facetime with an old friend. More like her second-mother than an old friend, Galinda Torress. A Colombian immigrant who not only was the house mother in the previous club she worked at; The Starlight but also someone who saw Epiphany as just a girl and instantly treated her like a daughter. After all, Epiphany was one thirteen when she started dancing.
"Miera nena, por favor stop checking the fish! Let it cook!" The woman scowled with her broken-bilingual dialect.
Epiphany was no chef. The most she could do was saute black beans, make sunny-side up eggs. Cook rice both steamed and stir fried, and make chicken wings. Enough to feed herself whenever she remembered to within the chaos of studying and working. Taking her free time to perfect a batch of cookies was more of her thing.
"Okay, Sorry!" she quickly apologized with a reddened face.
Per Galinda's advice, she made something that was less intimidating for dinner. Which was; oven grilled red snapper, black bean rice, and salsa. All of it was homemade, salsa included. The whole fish was seasoned with various peppers, lemons, and smoked herbs. Epiphany had soaked her black beans overnight so cooking them in the afternoon took little time and made the broth thicker, richer, and the beans soaked in all of the glorious flavors of the herbs easier. All she did was combine it into the boiled rice that had been set aside and awaiting to be pan-seared.
The honduran dancer's body was drenched in sweat. Her sports bra and bike shorts clung to her like a second skin by the time she was done cooking everything. She couldn't help but let out a sigh in relief when things were done and all she had left to do was get pretty. A loud knock against her metal door echoed throughout her apartment causing Epiphany to rush down the stairs. When she opened it, she was met with a woman and child. Both had bright smiles on their faces but the child held a particular resemblance to somebody Epiphany knew.
“Hi, sorry to impose like this. I'm Rhea and this is Marcus, we thought we'd introduce ourselves and maybe lend you a helping hand before the rest of Chris's family comes over.” The woman introduced with an upbeat tone.
And in that moment Epiphany was shitting bricks. His child, His baby's mother. Two very important people were face to face with her. And although she had been expecting them, she couldn't help but be nervous.
“Chris is my dad!” Marcus said proudly.
“Oh! Hi, yes. Come on in.” She quickly moved aside for them to come in and gestured inside with her waving hand.
The mother and son duo stepped inside with large smiles across their smiles. “I'm Epiphany, but you can call me whatever nickname you can think of though. I don't mind.”
“Epiphany, huh? That’s a nice name.” Rhea complimented.
“Thank you.” Epiphany smiled bashfully, “Would you like something to drink? I’ve got a ton of different juices.” Epiphany's hospitality had been an ice breaker for Rio’s family. She and Rhea had engaged in conversation amongst themselves as Marcus had a blast icing Churro cupcakes. He may have added too many white chocolate chips on top but his mother didn’t notice.
“Yeah, it’s pretty!” Marcus added on.
“Essentially Chris and I broke up because of his lack of compassion. It’s his world and you’re just living in it for the sake of being provided for. He’ll leave for however long and pop back up again with a gift and a smile…for Marcus that’s okay. For me, it wasn’t.” Rhea explained.
“Do you miss him?”Epiphany asked after taking in the information. She had no opinion of what Rhea had told her. If anything, she took note of what the ex-wife had said. Like a warning.
“God no” Rhea laughed with a shake of her head, “The intensity of it all isn’t for me. He takes care of us financially and that’s all I can ask for or want.” She sighs to herself before turning to Epiphany and laying a hand on her shoulder, “Enjoy this, whatever you two have going on. Enjoy it for however long things last.”
Epiphany couldn’t be sure if there was a slight bit of shade thrown in her warning or if it was Rhea’s blessing and a warning wrapped in one package. Either way, the dancer took heed to it. She had only gotten a glimpse of Rio’s intensive nature. More like a front row seat than a glimpse and oddly enough she liked. Liked was a word that dulled down how he made her feel. Captivated was a better word. As time passed on, Epiphany had gotten a chance into more appropriate clothing. Which consisted of a turquoise blue button-down top; that she tucked into a high waisted black mini skirt. Baby blue fur-trimmed kitten heels adorned her feet.
Continuous knocks soon started to beat on the door. Various members of Rio’s family started to show from his female cousins and their children and few male cousins. As her apartment started to fill up, Epiphany grew impatient. Most of the people there engaged with Rhea and Marcus despite their curiosity toward Epiphany. In all actuality they were waiting for Christopher to arrive. A large brute with a full beard and frumpy build had joined Epiphany by the door.
“He loves to em’ waiting.” The man commented.
“Hm?” Epiphany raised her left eyebrow.
“Oh sorry,” He smiled while extending his hand out,”I’m Nick. His brother.”
‘He has a brother? Huh, Rio definitely doesn’t give off younger brother vibes’ Epiphany thought to herself as she shook Nick’s hand.
“I’m Epiphany, nice to meet you Nick.”
“You’re his girlfriend?” Nick asked just as a knock was placed on the front door. But it came off as more-so condescending.
“We’ll see.” Epiphany smirked as she proceeded to open the door.
The smirk was soon wiped off her face and her breath was taken away the moment she came face to face with Christopher. The effect he had on her was juvenile at this point. She left like person who had seen the sun set for the first time.
“Sorry I’m late, had to-” Chirstopher started but was cut off by the older woman beside him.
“He ran late to pick me up which resulted in both of us missing out on all the fun.” The older woman commented, “I’m his grandma, Rosa.”
“When isn’t he late.” Nick laughed.
“Oh um it’s okay, you didn’t miss anything.” Epiphany replied as she stepped aside. She didn’t miss the icy glare that Christopher sent Nick’s way. “I’m Epiphany by the way.”
Luckily for Nick, he was called by his wife which caused him to leave the group.
“You're very pretty Epiphany, you have a lovely home as well.” Rosa commented, “If you don’t mind asking how old are you? You’ve clearly accomplished a lot.” Once everyone had been seated at the dinner table. Their plates filled with savory food.
“Thank you, I’m twenty-two. I have my dance career to thank for all this.” Epiphany replied.
“Dance career? Is that what they call stripping nowadays?” Nick obnoxiously asked.
“What’s stripping, dad?” One of Nick’s sons asked.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink bro, You ain’t as young as you used to be.” Rio’s arm draped across the back of Epiphany’s chair as he chastised Nick.
For a brief moment Epiphany wondered how Nick knew of her occupation. But then possibilities were honestly endless. He could’ve been at the club a few times. But she felt like she would’ve recognized him. Or maybe it was the way she carried herself. Or how she dressed. She honestly couldn’t be too sure. But she began to feel insecure.
“Enough.” The men’s grandmother ordered which had shut them up. Her attention then turned towards Epiphany and she offered her a warm smile, “Dancing is such a beautiful art. You clearly must be great at it girl given how well you’re doing for yourself and…” her eyes drifted over to Christopher, “My boy here does love beauty.”
“Me too grandma!” Marcus butted in gleefully. Everyone around the table had shared a laugh.
Epiphany hadn’t experienced the feeling of maternal love; but it radiated off of Christopher’s grandmother. Giving her a sense of comfort that calmed her budding nerves. That, and Christopher’s arm warmly draped around her neck; his lips pressed firmly to cheek. An act of affection and reassurance.
Thanks to Christopher and his grandmother, the dinner went smoothly. Surprisingly filled with relaxed conversation with topics ranging from politics, family values, and food. It wasn’t until dinner had ended and the women had been sharing wine in the kitchen, that the real conversation was had.
“You worked for the gringa?!” One of Christopher’s female cousins, Lana said. Absolutely flabbergasted.
“The soccer mom?” Rhea cringed.
“Is she even a mother anymore?” Rosa muttered.
Epiphany laughed after sipping her wine”The thing is I had been working for her as a favor to her little sister Annie. Annie and I had been friends for about three months prior. I was looking for a part-time job and Annie said her sister’s club could use what I had to offer to bring in more profits. and they were offering 30% ownership which had appealed to me.” Epiphany explained.
“The soccer mom owns a strip club with her group of friends? The council woman? Tuh, crazy times we live in,” Christopher’s grandmother, Rosa scoffed.
“That nutcase doesn’t know who she wants to be; I call it the menopause identity crisis.” Rhea said, whilst rolling her eyes.
“I knew the minute my boy brought her over that she wasn’t what she made herself out to be. I won’t say I thought she was bad or indecent, but Beth was something she wasn’t happy with. A married housewife who wanted independence. Maybe a sense of power and someone who had more…’seasoning’ for lack of a better word,” Grandmother Rosa stated.
Both Rhea and cousin Lana agreed with a nod of their heads.
“How did you feel about She and Christopher being an Item?” Epiphany asked after taking the information in.
“A work fling at best,” Grandmother Rosa commented.
She knew that Annie said Beth and Rio hadn’t been exclusive, ever. But, she wanted to hear information from the otherside. The laughter shared between the women in Christopher’s family was nothing less than shady.
Despite what Rosa said Epiphany couldn’t shake the feeling that lingered in the back of her mind. The feeling that maybe she wasn’t as special to Christopher as she thought she was. The fact that Beth had met his family made her feel some discomfort. Even if Christopher hadn’t been in a relationship with the councilwoman.
“You’re bringing us the content; who needs a TV?” Lana replied.
Unbeknownst to the group, Christopher had been lingering in the shadows outside of the kitchen. He remained quiet for a few moments longer before walking inside. His hand laid on Epiphany’s shoulder with a firm squeeze. “I’m gonna steal her away for a minute. You ladies can get back to your telenovela later.”
“I’ll take a refill in the meantime.” Grandmother Rosa commented.
“Same here.” Rhea agreed.
Christopher smirked and shook his head in response.
Epiphany had stood up and excused herself before walking alongside Christopher to the hall. He had grasped her hand within his and began leading Epiphany upstairs to her bedroom. He had waited until the door was closed and they were standing in the middle of the bedroom. His hand never moved from the lower half of her back.
“You were eavesdropping.” Epiphany commented.
“You weren’t being quiet.” Christopher replied.
She proceeded to look up at him with her big brown eyes and her arms crossed against her waist. Her hands are hugging at her sides. “If it was just business between you and Beth then why did you let her meet your family? I don't wanna be some chest piece in whatever game the both of you have going on.”
Epiphany felt naked at this moment. Vulnerable. She felt so many emotions. And instead of wearing her heart on her sleeve. She wore it on her body entirely. Her eyes held every emotion she was feeling. Raw with the surface layers of skin scraped away.
Christopher on the other hand was calm. Cool, Calm, and Collected. His neck craned down as he towered over her. His thick-bushy eyebrows slightly cocked with the center of his forehead creased. “You’re mine and I’m yours. No Games, not this time. Not with you.”
He hadn’t touched her but Epiphany felt his comfort.
Her bottom lip slightly quivered as she looked into his eyes. Searching for any trace of a lie; she found none. Epiphany didn’t know what it was exactly about Rio that made her feel both nervous yet protected. She knew there were many layers to him that she had yet to uncover. And each time he let her in a little closer, it made her feel reassured that he wanted her entirely.
Maybe he would be the person to want her without malice. To see her.
The way Epiphany had looked at him made Christopher feel wanted. Wanted in way that wasn’t malicious or superficial. Unbeknownst to her and he would keep it that way.
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Day 30: Blanket Fort
Summary: Fluff with Manny x Reader
These were the days you loved the most. When Manny was home and set his boundaries with the club to not bother him. He took his family life seriously and never wanted a moment wasted or interrupted. Watching him with your little girls always had you smiling the biggest smile, especially tonight.
Your girls had been begging him to build them a princess castle. Unfortunately the last couple weeks had been busy or pouring rain so he had compromised by making a blanket fort in the house. Every blanket and sheet you all owned was draped or hanging from something. You were impressed when you got home at his work but even more impressed by what your daughters had done.
Your tough, tatted biker was bedecked in a glitter tiara, pink boa, enough makeup to open his own store and a impressive gemstone tutu and heels. He was honestly slaying and the warning look he sent you as you raised your phone only made you giggle. "Mama" you heard him growl in that low raspy voice as you snapped the photo. "You look good babe" you replied as you kissed his cheek before your daughters called to you. "Mommy! Its tea time!" called your daughters as they held up little pink cups and patted a pillow for you to sit on. These were the days you thought as you joined your family.
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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist
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Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.
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You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.
Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨
Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤
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Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨
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Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦
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A Dangerous Game To Play| Rio (Good Girls)
A|N: This is a fun little cross over story I wrote with Rio from Good Girls and Ez Reyes from Mayans. As always this is a work of fiction. (Pics for the moodboard came from Pinterest.)
Summary: A new business deal with a biker gang turns an interesting meeting into a night you won’t soon forget.
Warnings: mention of drugs, guns, gangs, shady business deals, public sex, some dirty talk, bad language, overprotective Rio, gross male behavior, slight choking, marking, possessive Rio, fingering, Rio making Ez watch, unprotected bar sex, begging, slight orgasm denial, controlling Rio. Rio being a straight up tease, sweet Rio in the end.
Rio had been trying to expand his business for a while now. “Flipping his game.” as he called it. You’d been with him for a while now you were used to him getting into new business ventures. But for some reason no matter what it was he always consulted you on it first. He valued your opinion and that meant a lot to you. “You're the queen of my kingdom,ma.” he’d tell you all the time. “What’s mine, is yours, we’re in this together and I need to know what we’re getting into is a good choice for us both.” The words echoed in your ears as you got ready to go with him to meet with a potential new client.
“Hey Mama, you almost ready?” Rio calls to you from outside the bedroom door, refusing to let him in because you knew if you did you would NEVER make it to that meeting on time. You open the door. He fell silent as he looked you up and down, biting his lip. “Damn, ma.” he says. His finger trails across your forehead as he moves a piece of hair from your face with his pinky, looking down at you with dark dangerous eyes. You melt into him. “We better get going, don’t want to be late.” you smirk at him. Leaving him begging for more. He watched you walk down the hall, in your skin tight black dress, and heels and disappear into the kitchen. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
He opens the door to his Range Rover for you, you give him a small kiss and get in, but not without a gentle smack to your ass. “Rio.” you giggle. “Sorry Darlin, couldn’t help myself.” he chuckles as he closes the door and gets behind the wheel. Your eyes watching him every step of the way. His hand immediately finds your thigh, your fingers intertwine with his. You give him a smile, the pair of you talking out the details as you drive.
You pull up to the small bar. You both look at each other. You knew the game. Rio did the talking you did the listening, and watching then you two would talk it over and then make your next move. That’s how you played it every single time. This time was no different. You were meeting with Ez Reyes. He was the VP of the Mayans Biker gang. Rio had been looking for a way to move his new product, a few weeks ago he had met EZ through a mutual friend, Ez had been very interested in a business deal with Rio, but Rio he wasn’t so sure. So he set up a meeting and brought his best asset along; YOU.
You never entered the bar together, you always went in first, sitting at the bar. Rio followed close behind, sitting close enough for you to hear the conversation but far enough to keep out of trouble. He gave you a wink as he passed you, noticing the slight pink tint on your cheeks. Didn’t matter how long you had been with him, he still gave you the butterflies. He ordered you a Bourbon and sat down in a booth behind you.
You hear someone call his name and you look across the bar. You look up from your drink and see a tall, well built, tan skinned, young man walking across the bar towards Rio. but before he made it to the table, his eyes locked with yours. He gives you a wink. And his eyes lingered on you wayyyy too long, and you knew that would not be a good first impression for Rio; who’s eyes were locked on you the entire time.
EZ took a seat at the table with Rio, the pair shaking hands. Ez looks over in your direction. “Man If I would have known that they had those types of views in here I would have been coming to this bar a long time ago.” his eyes dancing over your body once again. Rio Shifted in his seat. You lock eyes with him and he knows he needs to chill. “Hot little mama, isn’t she.” Rio adds to the conversation. You hear and you can’t help but chuckle. What an idiot.
You feel Ez’s eyes on you again. He bites his lip. “Man you ain't lying, tight little ass..mmm bet that pussy tastes like a dream.” Rio keeps himself from slamming his fist on the table, calling off this whole damn thing and taking you home. But you give him the look. “You’re okay.” you mouth. And he simmers down, knowing damn well that pussy was a dream and was all his. He licked his lips. “So uh let’s get to business yeah, seems we’ve both gotten a little distracted.” His voice is gravely and you can hear the displeasure in his tone. Ez gives you one last look and the two lock into business conversation.
The conversation was going well, good business plan in place, the cash split was just right. You liked what you heard and you planned to tell Rio that. In the middle of the conversation he got a call, you knew it was work. He looked up at you. “Excuse me, I need to take this.” he says to Ez who nods. Rio gives you an I’ll be right back look as he takes the call outside of the bar. The patrons had all thinned out since you two had gotten there, currently it was you, Rio, the bartender and Ez. you swallow hard. As his eyes land on yours once again. No Rio insight to keep this man away from you now.
He gets up from the table. Eyes locked on you. You try to pretend you don’t see him sit beside you at the bar. “Hey beautiful.” he grins. You look over at him. “Hi.” you smile. “Business or Pleasure?” he asks you. You smirk. But let the silence linger between you before you answer. “A little of both.” you say looking towards the door for Rio, who hadn’t returned yet. You run your fingers over the rim of your empty bourbon glass. “Pretty girl such as yourself shouldn’t be alone in a place like this.” He says he’s scooting closer to you. But you stand your ground. “Who says I'm alone?” you toy with him. He looks around. “Because any smart man would never dream of leaving a woman as gorgeous as yourself sitting here at this bar alone.” he smirks. You chuckle. Looking over at him. You’d been in this game wayyy too long. “Are you a smart man Ez?” you ask. He swallows because he never told you his name, yet you knew him. He thinks for a second. “I mean I’d say so.” he says licking his lips. His hand reaches for the small of your back. Ohhhh not a smart man at all you think to yourself, thinking of Rio and how angry he was going to be when he walked back into this bar. Suddenly the thrill of it all kind of excited you. Such a Dangerous Game to Play.
“I think you should let me wrap up my business deal and then we should go, uh, somewhere more comfortable.” he whispers, his fingers caressing your cheek. You chuckle. “I don’t think that’s a good Idea.” you say attempting to pull from his grasp. “And why exactly not.” he says, pressing you. “Because I’m waiting for someone.” you say. Searching the bar again for Rio. you were starting to think this business deal was not a good idea after all. He looked around. “No one here but you and me baby girl. Who could you possibly be waiting on?” he asks. Still looking around the bar. There was silence once again. “ME.” a deep voice says from behind Ez. He turns to see Rio. he’s smirking at you. Your eyes locked with his.
Ez swallowed hard. Did he just fuck up his clubs business deal over some pussy.? Fuck he’d never hear the end of that. Rio had walked directly past Ez not even making eye contact with him. He slid the chair beside you out. “Rio.” you whine as his fingers touch your skin. “I uh didn’t know.” Ez confesses. But Rio just ignored him. Rio’s thumb danced across your lips, slowly. “I..I..I” you stutter, unable to find the words to say. “Hush mama, you're about to say plenty.” he growls, as his hand slides down your neck in a tight squeeze. “Rio.” you whine. “Now VP listen up, you talk a big game.” Rio pauses thinking of the words that Ez had said to him earlier about you. He slides you up on the chair. His hand shoving your dress up your thighs. You lock eyes with him. “What are you doing?” you whisper so only he can hear. “Showing him what’s mine.” he growls.
Before you can protest his lips are on yours, and you can't help the moan that leaves your lips as you feel his long fingers dance across the lace fabric of your panties. “Rio.” you whine his name again. He hears the chair beside him slide out as Ez tries to make a run for it. “Oh no, sit down Reyes.” Rio demands and Ez listens sitting back down in his chair. “You wanted to know what it was like right? to hear the sounds those perfect little lips make, to feel this soft skin under your fingertips, to know the taste of her on your lips.” he pauses. You think he’s just going to tease Ez, give him a little hell for the things he said and being a little too handsy with you, to mess with him and then let him go, but no he’s going to give Ez a full on show.
You hear Ez swallow hard and you know this is wayyy more than he bargained for but it was his own damn fault. “Rio I'm sorry.” Ez says avoiding all eye contact with you that he could. “Don’t be sorry, just watch kid.” his lips sucked on the soft skin of your neck, leaving behind deep purple bruises, marking what was his. His long fingers slid aside your panties like they weren't even there. An unholy groan escapes your lips as you toss your head back, fingers dancing slow circles around your clit. “Fuck Rio.” you moan his name. Ez's eyes get wide as he can’t help but watch. The way you arched your back into Rio’s hand, bit your lip to suppress those tiny little pleasure filled moans, begged him for more each time that he paused.
“Rio.” you begged. “What is it mama?” he says looking down at you. “Please.” you beg him. “Please let me cum.” you moan loudly as his fingers find the just right spot inside of you sending you over the edge. “Fuck me, Rio baby, jesus.” you cry out, tossing your head back gripping his bicep as you come down from your orgasm. He bites his lip as he watches your eyes flutter shut, savoring the moment.. Your heart was racing. Your eyes open as his fingers retreat from inside of you. He locks eyes with Ez who hadn’t said a word, was still in shock of what just unfolded in front of him. Rio’s long fingers danced across his lips, the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue. “MMM you were right Ez that pussy does taste like a dream, and it’s all mine..” Rio growls. His grip on you tighter than ever as you sit there in awe of what just happened. “Don’t worry darlin, I'm not done with you yet. “ he whispers in your ear. As you try to get up from your seat. “Sit back down, while I finish this deal.” you nod.
Rio looks at Ez who isn't sure how to proceed now. “What do you think baby, deal sound good?” Rio asks you, fingers tucked under your chin so you look up at him. You look up at him, big eyes locked on his. “Sounds good to me.” you whisper, licking your lips. Trying to get this deal over with so you could finish what Rio started. “Mmm that’s what I like to hear.” his raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine.
What do you say Reyes, your club in?” Rio asks still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. EZ swallows, thanking god he hadn’t fucked this up. He nods. “Yeah, it sounds good.” Rio looked from you back to Ez. There was silence between the three of you for a minute. “One condition.” Rio says. Suddenly changing the terms of the deal. Ez nods. “Yeah?” Rio reaches in the back of his pants, pulling out a gun and placing it underneath Ez’s chin. You gasp. “If you EVER touch my girl again.” he pauses looking at you. “ Deals off and I’ll Snap your fucking neck, you understand me?” Rio Growls and you adjust in your seat feeling totally turned on all over again. Ez nods. He understood the rules and he knew how to play the game, and he knew he’d never make that mistake again.
They shook hands and Ez Left to head back to Santo Padre, new deal in hand, no one ever needing to know what happened that night.. You hopped down from the chair you were sitting in. Rio grabs your wrist. “Where do you think your goin’ darlin’?” he pulls you into his rock hard body. You sigh, biting your lip pulling yourself away from his grasp.. “Rio, What the hell was that?” you demand. Hands on your hips demanding answers from your gangster boyfriend. He eyes you. “I have to protect what’s mine.” he whispers his lips only inches from yours now. “Yeah, is that so?” you ask with a smirk on your face. “Yeah mama always.” he says. You pull him to you by his belt. “And I will always protect what’s mine.” you growl biting his bottom lip, pulling it gently between your teeth. A loud groan left his mouth. And you knew you had him right where you wanted him.
“Most Dangerous couple in the game, baby.” he smirks, kissing you as he places you up on the bar. “There is no one else in the world I’d rather play this game with than you, baby.” you moan as he spreads your legs wide for him so he can fit between them on the bar. His hands on your thighs, lips on your neck. Your hands between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, pulling him from beneath the tight fabric, he moans your name loudly. “Tell me what you want mama?” he groans loudly into your mouth. “I want you.” you whine. A smirk crosses his gorgeous lips. And you wrap your legs around his waist. “Fuck Rio.” you call to him as he moves his hips slowly at first. Nails gripping the fabric of his cotton shirt. As he moves faster. “MMM mama i love how you feel around me, so tight. Such a perfect fit for me always.” he groans in your ear biting on your neck.
“Jesus Rio, I'm so close Fuck please.” you beg for him once more. He chuckles. “Beg for me.” he demands and you do as you're told. As you always do and you always will. “Please Rio, I need to cum, please.” you cry as he slows to a painfully annoying slow pace. Watching your face, listening to your sounds. He loved to tease you. As he took you right to the edge time and time again making you beg for him, making you understand that no one, not a single man on this planet could please you like he could. Taking control of every part of your body was his ultimate goal and he always delivered.
“Alright Darlin, let go.” he had enough torturing you and was ready to let go himself. “Cum for me.” he demands hips crashing into yours roughly as you two would cum together. Moans filling the empty bar. “Fuck babe.” he chuckles. You laugh. “If only all deals went this well for me.” he teases, pulling out both of you whining. You pull your dress down as he helps you down off the bar. “Good thing I said I’d close tonight.” he laughs. Pulling you into your arms. “Good thing this is your bar, because a lot more people than Ez Reyes would have gotten a show they would never forget.” you laugh. He looks down at you. Long fingers tucking your long beautiful hair behind your ear.
“I love you.” he whispers. You look up at him, a gorgeous glowing smile on your face. “I love you too, Rio.” you lean up to kiss his soft lips. “More than anything in the world. “Let's get you home.” he smirks. “I don’t know if I'm quite done with you yet.” he chuckles. “Rio, seriously?” you laugh. “I just can’t get enough of you mama.” he says as he opens the door for you to get into the car. You turn to him, looking up at him through thick dark eyelashes. “And you never have to.” you kiss him wildly, he leans into the passenger seat of the car above you. You bite his lip to get his attention because you know nothing short of a gang war happening in the background would separate his lips or his body from yours. He looks down at you. “Come on baby, let’s go home.” you smirk.
He nods. Separating his body from yours. He gets into the driver seat, reaches over the center console for your hand, you gladly take it, he kisses it and the two of you drive home, talking and laughing about the night. A bright future on the horizon for both of you.
The End. <3
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Hey can you do fanfictions for Manny from Mayans MC?
definitely will be doing something for mc manny!
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Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OFC Manny Reyes
From these August Prompts: “Tribute”
A/N: A little angsty moment for my favorite little fictional family.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking/being drunk, prison, loss of a family member, very angsty, sibling issues.
Mayans MC Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705
The door creaked and the noise echoed throughout the empty church as Manny made her way in. In one hand there were flowers, her mother’s favorite, in the other hand was a note. She was the only one there, she hoped that’s how it’d stay, but she also knew better.
As she made her way up to prayer candles, she stopped at the pew that had her mother’s name etched on a golden plate. Her hand moved slowly over it, remembering how simple times were back before her passing. Remembering how difficult they were in the days after.
Angel and Felipe were the only two Reyes in the church. In fact, they were the only two people in the church at all. The memorial service for Marisol wasn’t much, just a short mass followed by the blessing of the plaque that would sit in the pew Felipe and Marisol would find themselves in most Sundays.
Now, after the frequent church goers and few friends of the family had left, Angel and Felipe were standing alone in the pew while the other two Reyes were elsewhere. EZ had a reasonable excuse to miss his mother’s memorial. He was sitting in prison, where he’d be for the next 20 years, at least. Manny on the other hand, well, no one knew where she was. Angel had called her a few times, Felipe didn’t bother. Angel wasn’t sure if they were standing here because Felipe was waiting for Marisol’s angel to appear or if they were waiting for Manny to show up, either one would be classified as a miracle.
I guess, everyday holds the possibility of a miracle. Manny came stumbling into the church. Felipe’s head didn’t turn the way Angel’s did. Angel’s eyes fell on his younger sister and he immediately knew she was drunk. Now, Felipe was on the move, walking the middle aisle to the exit of the church. He stopped when he came face to face with his daughter, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Felipe was a silent one but Manny expected him to say something to her, anything. She knew he had to smell the alcohol on her breath, the fact she was late, there had to be something he wanted to say. But there was nothing, he just made his way past her and a few minutes later the sound of a car starting filled the silence in the church.
“You missed everything.” Angel spoke up now stepping through the pew.
“And yet I still haven’t missed nearly as much as our little brother has.” Manny pointedly spoke to Angel.
“Manny don’t do this.” Angel was walking towards her now, less aggravation in his voice and more sorrow. He reached his hand out to her.
“No!” Her hand pulled back in defiance of her older brother. Angel towered over her now, but his face was filled with worry and shock that almost made him look smaller than her. “How the fuck can you stand here? Next to dad? Honoring mom? When our little fuckin’ brother is behind bars.” She shook her head, tears starting to fall down her face. Her voice was loud, it echoed in the church, it echoed in her own head, it echoed in Angel’s as well. Now she spoke quietly, the tears streaming from her face in a constant flow now. “We were supposed to protect him. We were supposed to be our brother’s keeper. There–there were 3 of us, we should have protected mom.”
Angel stepped forward and engulfed her into a hug. Manny protested at first, her fists slamming against his chest, the sobs coming from her mouth were ones of agony. “Manny, stop it.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m your big brother, I’m tryna be my sisters fuckin’ keeper right now.” Angel’s voice was full of care despite it being frustrated.
At that, Manny stopped protesting. She let her sobs out while Angel stood their with her, letting a couple of his own tears out.
After a few minutes, Manny let go of their embrace and stepped forward towards the cross that was front and center in the church. Angel didn’t follow her there, just took a seat in the memorial pew.
“Has he let you visit him?” Manny was staring up at the cross with her head tilted.
“I haven’t gone.”
Manny didn’t turn to look at him, even though she wanted to. She wasn’t shocked, but her heart definitely sunk hearing Angel say that.
“He won’t come out, I went to see him today. It’s why I’m late. I sat there for an hour waiting for him and he didn’t come out.” Manny shook her head and moved over to the candle, pulling out a few quarters to put into the coin slot to receive the match to light the candle.
“You gotta let him process.” Angel tried to defend EZ.
“And us?” Manny turned around now in a swift movement to stare at Angel, waiting for a response.
“I don’t know, Manny.” Angel leaned back more in the pew, more relaxed even though he definitely wasn’t. There was a little pride in Manny feeling like she stumped him out of a response. “We keep living our lives.” Angel’s hands lifted up in an effort to display his cluelessness of what to do.
Manny turned back to the candles, a deep breath being inhaled in at Angel’s words. Before responding, she struck the match against the sanded surface and placed it inside the candle. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, a silent prayer being said as the candle wick caught the matches flame.
She pulled the match away, waved it against the air next to her to put it out and tossed it in the match disposal bin. Her hand moved to her necklace and grabbed the locket and brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. “Te amo, Mami.”
She made her way back to the pew and plopped down next to Angel, leaning back just like he was.
“Is that how you do that?” She pointed to the prospect kutte he was wearing. “Is that how you keep living life?”
“Yea, it is.” He shook his head, trying to guage his sisters mood.
Manny hated it. It was more the idea that this group, this club, this gang was going to be taking the only brother she had left away. It meant more of a chance he’d get locked up, more of a chance he’d die. Just, the risk was higher. She had seen how the president of the club treated Angel, she had seen how they pulled him away from her grieving family. Little to her knowledge, she’d eventually come around to the club, or least some of the members in the club, she’d see the benefit of it all and how that somehow outweighed the risk but in this moment, it was new and she hated it.
Her eyes fell upon the plaque that was now bolted to the pew, the holy water still not dry on it and sitting as droplets on the etched words. In loving memory of Marisol Reyes. She would have hated it. Maybe that was also why Manny felt the need to hate it, let her mother live on.
After a few minutes she was standing up, back in the middle aisle staring at the exit doors.
“Next time you come in here, don’t have that shit on. Have some fuckin’ respect for our mother.”
Manny didn’t look at him, just began walking towards the exit. As she pushed the doors open, she was met with her car gone, and Felipe’s truck still here.
The forehead kiss. He must’ve reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys. Angel was now standing next to her, his hands in his kutte pockets.
“Pops took your car.” It should’ve been said as a question but he was just being a dick about it.
“I’m guessing you have the truck keys.” She spoke to him similarly, should’ve been a question but came out more as a statement.
“Should make you walk home.” Angel said, stepping to the car as he shook the kutte off his shoulders and threw it through the open window of the car. “But instead I’ll take you to get food.” He called out to her as he hopped into the truck, turning to her and waving his hand to rush her over to the car. “You just gonna stand there or what?”
“You just gonna stand there or what?” Angel’s voice made Manny look behind her bringing her back to the present moment.
“I’m not talking to you.” She turned back around, her hands crossed over each other as she stood in front of the statue of Saint Francis. The flowers she brought now split up in three smaller bouquets. One in the designated spot for memorial flowers, one in front of St Francis and one in the pew.
“C’mon. Don’t be like that, Manny.” Angel responded back to the girl.
“I’m surprised this place isn’t going up in flames behind you.” Manny said with an eye roll.
Angel made a face behind her, one of mockery and irritation.
“Francis was mom’s favorite saint.” EZ’s voice was the complete opposite of Angels, it was serious, like what he said meant something significant. And maybe it did, maybe what he said held some sort of significance and importance to it, but Manny didn’t care. She was mad at both of her brothers, she hadn’t seen either of them since before her apartment had gotten broken into to, she refused to see either of them after. It was their fault that it happened and while she could get past that, she couldn’t get past both of her brothers leaving her out of shit. Both of her brothers didn’t have their kuttes on, the one request Manny had that they both listened to without argument or comment. But it didn’t matter to the middle Reyes. She was still pissed at them both.
“Yea because she had two fuckin’ dogs as sons.” Her voice was ill-mannered to say the least.
“For someone who said we were gonna burn this place down by entering, you’re quick to curse in the middle of a church.” Angel said his statement so matter of factly.
“For someone who said you’d keep me in the loop you’re doing a shitty job of it.” Manny now turned around and practically bit Angel’s head off. Her frustration really bubbling over it’s limit now. “And that means you too.” Her eyes jumped to EZ before moving to the pew to sit down.
“Mom wouldn’t want us fighting.” EZ followed Manny and sat next to her on the right side of the pew.
“Mom wouldn’t want any of this.” Manny mumbled it but with how quiet the church was, both of her brothers heard it clearly.
“Mom wouldn’t want you cursing in church.” Angel sat down to Manny’s left mumbling his statement as well.
“Your mother would smack each one of you upside the head for your behavior.” Felipe’s voice caused all three of them to turn around.
“Sorry Pop.” They said in unison, the only thing the three siblings had done together in a while.
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her.” He was walking past them and to the candles to light one.
“Sorry Mom.” They all spoke in unison again.
Felipe didn’t linger at the prayer candles and made his way in the pew behind the 3 siblings, sitting down just behind Manny. He spoke at a whisper, saying a pray in spanish that all the other Reyes’ bowed their head in respect to. After that and an amen from them all, they were retreating to the church’s exit. As they stood outside, the sun beaming down on them, Felipe stared up to the sky. “You’re all taking me to eat. And you’re going to act like you don’t fuckin’ hate each other because it’s your mother’s birthday. Afterwards, you can go back to whatever it is you’re fighting about.”
And with that, he was walking to his truck, getting in on the passenger side which meant he expected Manny to drive since the brothers had brought their bikes.
“Meet you at Panadería La Fé?” Manny’s tone changed completely, for her father, she would do this, it was only an hour, maybe two.
“What about Casa Romero?” Angel’s tone hadn’t changed one bit. Still whiney.
EZ and Manny both looked up at him, EZ’s hands lifting up slightly as if to say “what the fuck, bro?” without actually saying it.
“We’ll meet you at Panadería La Fé.” EZ confirmed and with that, they were off. With any luck maybe the hour of them getting along would push for them to actually get along, or at least a step in the right direction. But, none of them were holding their breath.
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