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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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I’m troublesome, I’ve fallen

Riz is fucked.

You see it the moment you open the door and see that silly, shit eating grin across his features. His arm is slung over Taza’s shoulders, the older man supporting his weight as he beams at you. In the background you can see Neron, sitting in the van, watching the exchange with his sunglasses on despite the fact it’s dusk.

“What’s he on?” You ask Taza, opening the door even wider so that both men can pass through.

You catch sight of the knee brace on Riz’s leg, his jeans torn from the knee down and spattered with blood. His shirt is ripped, the white bandage peeking out from underneath the shredded fabric.

“Oxy.” He tells as you shut the door behind him, before helping Riz towards the bedroom.

“Fun.” You utter, following them in and flicking the light on. “What happened?”

“Came off his bike.” He tells you.

There’s more to it than that, you can tell by the way he says it but you don’t ask. Riz tries to keep you as far away from club business as he possibly can and Taza respects that.

“We were going to drop him off at Vicki’s.” Taza tells you as he sets Riz down on the edge of the bed. “But he tried to abscond and come here instead. Stitches turned her back for a second and he was already halfway to the van. He still hauls ass despite the fracture.”

“Wanted to see my girl.” Riz explains as he tumbles back onto the sheets. He looks up at you with whisky coloured eyes and pupils as small as pin pricks. “I almost died today.”

You rise your eyes to meet Taza’s. The older man crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head.

“Fractured kneecap and torn ligament. Stitches says he won’t need surgery as long as he stays off the leg. She’ll check in on him in the morning.”

“You need to stop misbehaving.” You tell Riz, booping him on the nose with your fingertip.

“I promise I’ll be good.” He mumbled, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh,” You say, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. “Don’t move while I see out Taza.”

“Come back.” He murmurs as your hand slides out of his grasp.

“In a minute.” You promise him before closing the door quietly behind you.

You find Taza in the living room, casting his eye over the vinyl you have on the record player. Your headphones are resting on the arm of the easy chair.

“Being back in Santa Padre seems to suit you.” He remarks with a small smile, taking note of your belongings intermingled with Riz’s.

“It does.” You tell him with a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He tells you leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek. “Take care of our boy and let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course.” You say before closing the door behind him. --- Riz sleeps with his face buried in the curve of your throat, his arm thrown across your stomach. He snuggles into your warmth because he needs to be close in the aftermath. It was close today; he thinks too fucking close. It’s not the worst accident he’s had but it’s a shock to the system because he's only just got you back and he doesn’t expect to be confronted with his own mortality.

It hurts like hell the next morning, once the Oxy’s worn off. His hip, his arm, his knee and the rest of his leg. It’s hard for him to differentiate what’s bruising and what’s worse. He groans as he shifts, his memories of yesterday hazy.

“Stay still.” You murmur as you prop your head up on the pillow.

“Fuck…” he drawls the word out as he hisses through his teeth.

“Yea, you got into a nasty accident.” You remind him. “You’re gonna be laid up for a little while.”

“Sucks.” He mutters.

“Yes, it does.” You agree as you shift into a sitting position. He moves, placing his head upon your lap, your fingers combing through his hair, and he closes his eyes once more. There’s a reassurance in the sensation, a sense of peace that floods him. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

#riz ariza #michael riz ariza #riz x you #riz x reader #riz mayans #michael ariza x reader #michael riz ariza x reader #michael ariza

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mysoulisasunflower · 5 months

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Michael 'Riz' Ariza & Neron 'Creeper' Vargas

Mayans MC | 1.5 "Uch/Opossum"

#i love this two ❤️❤️❤️❤️#I love how Riz reacts like “idk” but like a golden retriever looking around with a big smile on his face 😂#just Neron with his rice (sorry for the joke)#neron creeper vargas #neron vargas #neron #michael riz ariza #riz ariza #michael ariza #antonio jamarillo #joseph lucero #mayans #mayans fx #mayans mc

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broiderie · 3 months

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Curiosity...

Alright Mayans M.C. fans. Here's my question. Who do you think is the worst villain in the show? Which person just... pisses you off by coming on screen. I know mine. Just wondering how close I am with everyone else's ideas.

#mayans mc #che taza romero #hank loza #marcus alvarez #angel reyes #ez reyes #neron creeper vargas #creeper #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz #gilly lopez #gilly mayans #bishop losa #michael ariza #miguel galindo #mayans fx #mayans

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mayans-mc · 2 years

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Mayans MC gif meme → 6 characters [3/6]: Michael 'Riz' Ariza __________________________ Hey, Angel! Coming to me first... That would've been the respectful play. But you had to be a bitch.

#mayans mc #mayansmcedit #mayansedit #michael riz ariza #riz ariza #michael ariza #antonio jaramillo #mayans mc gif meme #my edits

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Omg! i never saw your face before because i literally just found your blog and you're like super cute!!! Anyway i recently started mayans and i love riz, what your opinion on him and do you have any headcanons or things like that about him?

Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Also, Riz Ariza, the prettiest boy in the MC

I don't think that I had a true appreciation for Riz until I went back and rewatched the show. He's the biggest magnet for bad luck that I've ever seen, but I love him. I feel like as soon as he's done recovering from one mishap, he's landing himself in another. What a stressful way to live 😂

Way back when, I know that Antonio Jaramillo (the actor who plays him) had spoken about some personal thoughts that he had about Riz and there's one thing he mentioned that I think about frequently, and maybe it's because I see a little bit of myself in it, too.

One of the tattoos on Riz's arm is, "Mark 9:35" which is a bible verse. I was curious which verse because it's a fairly large, pretty prominent/noticeable tattoo. The verse is, "Anyone who wants to be first must be the very last, and the servant of all." And I think that that's such an interesting verse choice.

Jaramillo mentioned that in his head, part of Riz's backstory was that he was sort of ousted/felt abandoned by his church. In light of that, he went looking for brotherhood elsewhere and that's how he came into the club. And that makes sense to me. A lot of men end up in the MC because they're looking for brotherhood (that's why you see a lot of ex-military in clubs as well), but I think it's kind of cool to see that search for brotherhood stemming from something so different. And it feels sort of rebellious in a way, to go from seeking brotherhood through the church to then seeking it through an outlaw MC. I feel like there are things to unpack there.

The servant of all weighs heavy on my mind when I think of Riz. All the shit that man goes through on a regular basis, and for what reward? I think Riz is a character that has humor and tragedy woven through him, I think it's a good balance. He's got some funny moments but also moments that really just pull at my heartstrings.

What I would give to see someone put together a deep-dive backstory on him.

#got me in my riz feels on a friday #ask #asks #riz ariza #michael riz ariza #michael ariza #anonymous

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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bumblesimagines · 27 days

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Ez Reyes

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

you were never there for me.

i don't love you anymore.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

"You better not forget about us, Beverly Hills." You felt Bishop clap his hand over your shoulder, a big friendly grin stretched out across his face. You rolled your eyes at his words but couldn't help the giddy smile from spreading across your face, especially with all the supportive Mayans you viewed as uncles and brothers looking just as thrilled as your own father.

"Well, I have to finish packing, but I'll drop by later." You told them, feeling Bishop playfully shake your shoulder before you stepped toward Riz. Your father pecked the top of your head and pinched your cheek, snickering to himself when you swatted at his wrist with a huff and an eye roll.

"Don't stay out too late with your friends, 'ight?" Riz called as you headed toward the door, chuckles spreading throughout the bar when you shot him a glare over your shoulder. No matter how old you got, he still took it upon himself to embarrass you in front of others every chance he got.

Opening the door and throwing one last wave over your shoulder, you stepped out of the clubhouse and headed down the rickety steps. You reached into the pocket of your jacket, feeling around for your keys but your attention turned away from your parked car when the gate slid open and two motorcycles rolled in. Ah, fuck. You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled the keys free from your pocket but just as you pressed down to unlock the car, you heard it:

"Aye, (Y/N)!"

"Fuck," You sighed and turned around, planting a polite smile on your face while you waited for Angel and Ezekiel to finish taking off their helmets. Angel moved first and the only thing you saw before he tugged you into a tight embrace was his big dorky grin. You could smell the cigarette smoke reeking off him and grunted, hoping the smell wouldn't cling to your clothes. "Hey, Angel."

"Hey yourself, Beverly Hills." Angel laughed as he pulled away.

"I'm not even going to Beverly Hills." You groaned. "The new place isn't anywhere near there!"

"But with that fancy new job, you'll live there someday, right? You better tell the pretty girls about the attractive biker down in Santo Padre." Angel said, pushing his sunglasses up to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "Make sure to tell 'em he's funny and hot and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them all about Coco." You grinned when he clicked his tongue and lightly pushed your shoulder with his fist, his eyes rolling dramatically. He glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother and glanced back at you, wiggling his brows and smirking before he spun on his heels and headed into the clubhouse.

"Hey." Ezekiel greeted gently, tugging his gloves off his hands and offering a sweet smile. You remembered a time when just his smile would make you weak at the knees and giggle like a lovesick idiot. But it only filled you with bitterness looking at it now. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced toward your car. "Leaving so soon?"

"I gotta finish packing." You answered.

"Ah, right, you got a new job away from here, right? I'm happy for you. It's hard leaving this place, take it from me." Ezekiel sighed heavily, stuffing his gloves into the pocket of his jeans and curling his fingers around the front of his kutte. "Listen, (Y/N)... can I buy you a drink? For old times' sake? I always miss you every time you visit. Thought it'd be nice to catch up with you."

You inhaled deeply, eyes flickering toward the clubhouse when the Mayans inside cracked up with laughter at some unheard joke or story. It'd been nearly two years since you'd last seen Ezekiel Reyes face to face and spoken with him. Two long years since you'd stood in his trailer with tears in your eyes while he kept his head bowed, never uttering a single word as you tore into him. You'd broken up with him when he couldn't promise to keep his distance from Emily Galindo, a married woman bound to be his demise. He'd called and called but you ignored him until Riz stepped in and forced him to back off.

"No, thanks, Ezekiel. I have nothing to say to you if I'm honest. Everything I did want to say was said years ago. I hope you're doing well but you were never there for me when we were dating so why would I need you as a friend? You showed me how conditional your loyalty was." You told him and turned away from him, heading toward your car and opening the door. Ezekiel followed because being stubborn ran in the Reyes family, and reached out to cup your elbow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I fucked up. I... I have no excuses, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss us. I miss what we have and what we could've had-"

"I don't love you anymore." You told him bluntly, watching his face crumble in a matter of seconds. He released your elbow and stepped back, his gaze dropping onto the ground and lips pressing tightly together. "That love faded a long time ago, Ezekiel. It's best if you forget about us... 'cause it's never happening again."

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

Comment if you want to be tagged or follow #a gentle kind of love.

Mayans MC Masterlist

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.

Any mature chapters will be marked per Tumblr's community labels, you will need them turned to show to see them.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

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.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

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hoopsmedia · 3 months

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 21/10/23

Falling Apart (NSFW) - Nick turns up at your door after his father abandons him for the second time.

Acts of Service - Companion piece to Falling Apart - Nick's love language becomes apparent after you're injured in the line of duty.

Red Rag - Sawyer waves a red rag in Nick's face when he reveals a previous encounter.

Right Place, Right Time - Companion piece to Red Rag - Nick confronts you about Sawyer and is surprised to discover the truth.

Future Building - Riz wants to take the next step in your relationship but isn't sure what that looks like in the wake of your ex-husband.

When The Light Goes Out - Alden wakes up to find you missing from bed at 3am.

Marilyn - Omar is concerned when you're forced to adopt a previous undercover persona.

Lunch Break (NSFW) - Angel's dominant side comes out to play when he drops in at the farm.

Mother - Things take a tragic turn when Skye turns up at Angel's place to retrieve Valeria.

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mysoulisasunflower · 10 months

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Antonio Jamarillo as Michael 'Riz' Ariza

Mayans MC | 1.3 "Búho/Muwan"

(gifset 1)

#michael ariza #michael riz ariza #riz ariza #antonio jaramillo #mayans #mayans mc #mayans fx

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bulletproof-love-replies · 1 year

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The Schedule

Hey guys,

I thought you might like some insight into the schedule of fics that are coming up. This is subject to change depending on what pieces I write as the weeks go on.

Here is the link so that you guys can get a preview

#coming soon #ez reyes #nestor oceteva #mike duarte #terry bruno #angel reyes #connor rhodes #luke alvez #michael riz ariza #neron creeper vargas #schedule #jimmy lanik #joe velasco #nick amaro #santiago pope #bishop losa #mike dodds

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Queens Of The Mayans, Brooke, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: over-intoxication, mentions of aggression/abuse, smut, unprotected sex

Brooke’s POV

My head was swimming. But I wasn't on the same high that I'd been ten minutes ago. Now I was in Riz' room. He was equally drunk and didn't ask questions.

He didn't ask about the red imprint of Bishop's hand on my cheek.

He didn't ask about the small bruises that were beginning to form from the rings he wore.

He didn't ask about how my lip was slightly cut open.

He didn't care that it stung when his lips met mine.

The sweat from our bodies as they moved in rhythm. The heat of his breath on my neck as he sucked on my collarbone. The pressure that built in my core as he continued to thrust into me.

I don't remember exactly how we got here.

But here I was.

Giving my virginity to Riz.

"Eva," he whispered, "baby."

I looked up at his hooded eyes. They were closed as he climaxed.

And here we were.

He was moaning another woman's name.

The mother of his child.

While inside me.

It wasn't until he stopped cumming that his eyes opened.

He either didn't remember just moaning his exes name or didn't care.

He rolled off me, grabbed a cigarette, and put it to his lips.

I looked around the room for a second, before reassociating with myself.

I'd just had sex.

But it felt wrong. I felt numb.

Gathering my clothes, he didn't stop me as I put them on. He grabbed the beer from his bedside table and took a swig, before returning back to his cigarette.

The walk back to Bishop's room felt like it was gonna take forever...but when I finally made it back, the room was empty. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom.

Dropping my clothes off and starting the water I took a second to look at myself in the mirror.

A clear imprint of his hand was on my cheek. Where his thumb ring had caught me, the slightest cut on my lip had formed, and puffed. Above my cheekbones two small bruises from his other rings had formed. My hair was a mess, and my eyeliner had run down my cheeks. My tinted gloss was gone, leaving a few sparkles from the glitter in it as a reminder that I'd kissed it all away.

The door creaked open, and I looked behind me. I knew that I couldn't see who the person was from this angle.

"Brooke?"

"Angel?"

"Fuck," he hissed as he saw me. He rushed up to me, "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Yana asked me to check up on you when she saw Bishop," he said quickly, "she said he looked pissed and went straight to the bar."

His hands went immediately to my face, and I let him inspect me, "I'm okay Angel."

"You don't look okay."

"I'm fine," I muttered, brushing his hands away from me, “go back to the party.”

"He shouldn't have hit you."

"I belong to the club," I muttered, removing my top, "he can do whatever he would like with me."

"You're still a human being," he replied quickly. I shrugged, removing my shorts and turned the shower on. When I turned around, he was staring at me, "you deserve to be fucking treated right. You deserve for someone to love and respect you."

"And who do you think will do that, Angel?" I asked, stepping up to him, "I just fucked Riz to spite Bishop, and do you know what I felt? Nothing. He came and he moaned Eva's name. I'm just a fucking piece of meat around here."

"You're not just a piece of meat," he whispered. I shook my head, not wanting to believe him, "you're not."

But I could feel the way he looked at my body.

The way he admired my small, but effective curves. I took off my bra, and dropped my panties, never removing my eyes from his own.

His eyes wavered.

They scanned my body with a hunger I knew.

The same hunger I'd seen in plenty of the son's eyes before.

"I am just fresh pussy to you guys," I repeated, "I'm not a fucking human."

"I'm not gonna deny wanting to have sex with you," he admitted, "Fuck, since that day at the mall, I've thought about you a few times...but you aren't just a piece of pussy, Brooke."

"Yeah, okay," I scoffed. I went to turn, but Angel grabbed my wrist. I hissed in pain, and he instantly let go. He retracted his hand so fast it seemed like he'd touched fire.

That's when we'd both noticed another bruise that Bishop had left on me when he'd tried to stop me from leaving the room.

I could see the pained expression in Angel's eyes.

Without a word he dropped to his knees and took my hand. He began to place soft, delicate kisses along my fingers, moving up until he reached the bruise. Being extremely gentle he kissed my wrist, right where the bruise was the thinnest.

I felt myself melting against his touch.

Why did he have to be so sweet?

Why did he have to be the one that had so much compassion?

He let my hands go and stood up again. Pulling me to him, he wrapped his arms around me and for the first time in the past few hours I felt okay. I sighed against his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Let's get you in the shower," he sighed, "get you cleaned up."

"Stay with me?"

He nodded and he leaned up against the counter. Letting me go, I made my way to the shower and hopped in.

The hot water was a welcome distraction.

I needed to sort out my thoughts and how I felt.

I needed to process.

"Brooke?"

My body tensed at his voice. The water felt like needles against my skin. My breathing became shallow as I heard him walking towards me.

"She's in the shower."

"What are you doing in my room prospect?" Bishop growled.

"Che's old lady sent me in to check on Brooklyn," Angel said slowly. I could hear the hesitation in his voice, "So I came to check up on her."

"Doesn't explain why you were in the bathroom," he replied, "why were you in there with her?"

"I had to convince her to get into the shower," he lied, "When I found her she was staring at herself in the mirror. Had a giant handprint across her cheek. A split lip. Some bruises on her face and wrist. Her makeup and hair were a mess."

The two men stood in silence, and I turned off the shower. That's when I heard two sets of rushed footsteps, "you probably shouldn't go in there pre-"

"Shut the hell up, Angel."

The door whipped open, and I was staring face to face with Bishop. His eyes held a lot of emotions. Regret. Sadness. Confusion.

Then one that was growing as he looked at me, wrapped in a towel.

Anger.

"You fuck the prospect?"

"No," I growled, "Angel came in to check on me."

"Good!" he said shortly. He turned on his heel and I smirked.

"I fucked Riz."

He hadn't talked to me in days.

"You fucked RIZ!"

I smirked, nodding at him as I held the towel closer to my body, "you said I could choose anyone that I wanted to...remember, Obispo?"

His jaw clenched as he glared me down.

"Get the fuck out of my room prospect," he growled. When Angel didn't move, he glared at him, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"

As Angel left, the two shared an icy glare.

"What, Bishop," I hissed, "what is it that you want?"

"You want to be a whore," he growled, "fine. Be a fucking whore."

I pushed past him and into the room, opening the drawers so I could find something to wear, "fuck you, Bishop."

And he walked out...

Without a second glance, a second thought.

I'd seen him around the clubhouse, but he outright ignored me at every step. The only time he would acknowledge my existence was when he was grabbing clothes and ceremoniously leaving the room again.

Every time he was sure to make a scene though. Slamming doors. Knocking things over. By the time any of the other guys got the courage, and had went to ask him about it, he'd shut down completely.

"You need to talk," Yana said simply as she watched him stomping around the scrap yard, "and I mean seriously talk."

"He beat me, Yana," I growled, "and he rejected me...so I moved on. There's nothing to talk about."

"Bullshit. Everyone knows that you and Bishop have feelings for each other. You're both just terrible at talking about it...but you need to show him what he means to you, before either one of you fuck it up," she spat, throwing one of the bids beside me. I looked at her and she nodded her head in the direction of the guys, "You take it to them. New bid."

I felt my jaw clench as I glared at her. She smiled before walking off.

As I grabbed the bid, I made my way out to the scrap yard. There were four guys working today. Bishop, Taza, Creeper, and Angel. Seeing Taza as I rounded a corner, I held the bid up, and he stopped running the machine.

"What you got, kiddo?"

"New bid from Yana."

"Good stuff," he smiled, hopping down from the heavy machinery, "I'll go find Creeper and take him out to run it."

"Great," I sighed unenthusiastically. Turning on my heel I didn't wait for a response. I didn't need one. As I made my way back to the office, I saw Angel ripping apart a car, "hey you."

He froze as he stared at me. My bruises had faded, but there was a small scar that had formed at the corner of my lip, a reminder of the sting of one of his ring from when he backhanded me.

"Hey," he swallowed, taking a step forward, "you okay, princessa?"

"I'm breathing."

He nodded, seeming to be unsure on how to navigate the conversation, "so you and Bishop?"

"I'm sure you know we aren't together," I said slowly, hollowing out my cheeks at the admission, "he won't even look at me..."

"Probably because he was a jackass in letting you go."

"And what would you have done?"

"Woulda made love to you when you asked me to."

"That's not what I meant!"

I smiled at Yana, biting my bottom lip, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"You and Angel," she hissed lowly as we prepped the bar for tonight's party, "I saw him coming out of the storeroom after you..."

"He was putting stuff away."

"Oh, I bet he was putting something away," she replied, her accent coming out slightly. I raised my brow at her, and she shook her head, "you are going about this the wrong way, Brooke."

"And you are acting like my mom," I growled, "let me remind you, Yana. You aren't her. So, stop with the lectures. Stop with the anger."

"If I was your mother, I would have beaten your ass for being stupid," she replied, shoving some of the beers into the reach in, "are you at least using protection?"

"Angel," I begged, my nails digging into his back as he gave a particularly hard thrust. I tried to stifle my moans so that no one would hear us, "oh fuck, Angel."

"You like that, princessa?" he asked, voice all vibrato. He sounded like a man who wanted praise, a peacock waiting to strut his glorious feathers, "you like that?"

"Yes," I moaned against his neck, my thighs locking tight around his waist. His pace picked up as he held me tight between himself and the wall, "oh fuck, right their Angel. You're filling me so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Oh I'm not stopping, baby," he purred, hips snapping into me. I bit down on his shoulder to stifle the new wave of my oncoming orgasm and his hips stuttered inside of me, the heat from my core making me feel a different kind of high as the warmth from his spend completely filled me, "FUCK! MI CORAZON!"

As he pulled away, and we stared into one another's eyes he gave me the softest of smiles, his hand delicately brushing the matted hair from my face, as he placed another kiss to my lips, "Angel."

"Shh," he cooed, the pads of his fingers tracing my jaw, "enjoy the moment with me, mi amor."

"I-"

But I froze. Unsure of what to say. I didn't know what to tell her.

Angel and I hadn't ever used protection, but I didn't think much of it.

"You dumb bitch," she growled, "what if you get pregnant, huh?"

"I can't get pregnant," I muttered, shaking my head, "Angel said if we have sex after my period then I can't get pregnant...because a new egg hasn't formed yet."

"Stupid whore," she grumbled, grabbing me by the arm, "and you fucking believe that?"

"Where are we going?" I asked as she pulled me to the templo where Bishop, Tranq, and Taza were all going over business, "Yana stop!"

Instead, Yana pushed me forward, almost making me fall down the two steps. But I caught myself on the edge of the table. Bishop looked at her, pissed, "what the fuck is going on?"

"I'm tired of waiting on you two," she hissed, pointing between us, "you need to put some common sense into her, or at least get her on birth control, because her dumbass isn't over your dumbass, and she's fucking Angel without any protection."

"Yana," Taza warned, "this isn't your-"

"You're fucking Angel?" Bishop growled, slamming his hand on the table. I looked up at him, fear present in my emotions and I swallowed hard. My heart felt like it was racing and about to burst through my chest as I tried to force the words from my lips. He slammed his hand against the table again, this time much harder, his gaze stone cold, "ANSWER ME! I ASKED YOU SOMETHING! ARE YOU, FUCKING ANGEL?"

"Yes."

Chapter 7, The End

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