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Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter)
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (quick interaction at the end!)
Day 21 from these April Prompts: A slight change in appearance
Summary: A little one shot of Lara and her pops, Bishop. I don’t have a place for this in my multi chap, Contaminated but there is some background from that story here. (You really only need to read the first two chapters but don’t really have to!)
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: Angsty af. Daddy Issues. Mentions of murder and drinking.
A/N: This was pure coping for me, lol.
Contaminated Taglist: Using my Contaminated Taglist for this, I’m not sure where in the timeline of the multi chap this goes down but it does fit somewhere lol. @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust@mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00 @drabbles-mc @lilac-tea-time @justreblogginfics @danzer8705
The night was early, but Lara was over being out and socializing. She had spent a majority of the night outside of EZ’s trailer with him and Frankie, just bullshitting the time away but now found herself walking back to the clubhouse. She hoped maybe Angel was back from whatever run he was out on and could take her home.
The sound of Taza’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, her head raised to see him calling her from the porch.
“Lara!” His hand raised as if she wasn’t able to see him.
“What’s up?” She answered him as she got closer to the steps.
“Do you mind taking your dad home? He uh- he really isn’t in any condition to drive.”
“Can’t like Uncle Hank take him or something, me and him aren’t really–”
Before Lara could even finish her sentence, the clubhouse door barreled open and Bishop’s voice was the only thing that could be heard probably in a 5 mile radius.
“Heee-hey!” He called out and threw his arm over her and Taza weighing them both down. “My best friend and my daughter, what more could I ask for?” His breath reeked of alcohol, it was practically pouring out of his pours.
“Lara’s gonna take you home, mano.” Taza shifted in a way to lean most of Bishop’s weight on him so it wasn’t weighing down too much more on Lara.
“Nah, nah, nah, nah” He repeated over and over again like saying it the first time wasn’t enough. “I can get home, I can take my truck.” Bishop pointed to where he thought his truck was but was far from the correct location.
“No c’mon, I’m gonna take you back home.” Lara started to move down the stairs. “Let me get your keys.”
“In a bit, let’s go back and hang for a little bit, there’s still a lot of people here.” Bishop’s words slurred as he tried to turn back around.
“Give Lara the keys, Bish.” Taza’s voice was firm but still soft.
“Alright.” Bishop gave up when Taza gave the direction, his misogyny showing.
Taza took over getting the man into the passenger seat of his truck, letting Lara stand outside the driver's seat fiddling with the keys.
“He’s good to go.” Taza came back over to the driver's side to hug the girl goodbye.
“Real quick,” Lara pushed off the car and spoke to Taza. “Is Angel here? I had to ask him something about the scrapyard paperwork.” Lara came up with an excuse that by reading his expression Taza bought.
“Ah, no, he’s not here. Still out with Gilly. I can let him know you were looking for him once he’s back.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll find him when I find him.” She shrugged and turned to get into the car.
“He’s practically knocked out, should be an easy ride home, once he wakes up at the house he should be good to walk in with little help.” Taza called out to her.
He wasn’t asleep. Or he wasn’t asleep for long. Just after Lara adjusted the seat and mirrors to fit her height and was making the right out of the scrapyard he opened his eyes. He was still out of it, but he definitely wasn’t asleep.
“Where the fuck am I?” Bishop’s voice wasn’t at a yell but it wasn’t normal either.
“I’m driving you home.” Lara’s voice was dull, just giving information not trying to poke the bear.
His head snapped over to his daughter, taking in the site of her driving his car because he was too drunk to drive. His head fell back against the head rest and he closed his eyes, slightly ashamed at everything.
“You, uh.” He sat up now, adjusting his posture in the seat. “You look different. You got” he moved his hand up to point towards his head. “You got new glasses or something like that?”
“Something like that.” Lara responded.
“Alright.” Bishop snapped. “I know I was a failure of a fuckin’ father.” Bishop spit out one of the most harsh sentences. “I got one kid dead and the other doesn’t even wanna talk to me.”
The emotion was bubbling up in him, the drunkenness making it worse as his words slurred and he stuttered to find the things he wanted to say.
“I know you hate me.”
That sentence felt loud and clear.
Lara’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she got uncomfortable, she felt like a kid again, helpless, hopeless.
“I was an awful father.” He was repeating the same things over and over again. “I pushed you away, I pushed your mom away, I pushed Antonia away. I lost Aiden, I lost your mom, I lost Antonia. I’m losing you.”
“I didn’t realize I bought tickets to the pity party.” Lara spoke out, not wanting to sit in the uncomfortableness of everything.
Bishop didn't say anything, just leaned against the passenger side window.
“You weren’t a shitty father. You did what you thought was right.” Her voice was firm but she was trying to comfort him.
“No. I was. You fuckin’ hated me. You left, you went off and moved in with some fuckin’ piece of shit. Only need me to clean up your dirty work.”
Lara knew he wasn’t trying to direct that anger on her or at her, he thought he was just shitting on himself but in the process, he was bringing his daughter down with him. Those words cut Lara deep. But the next ones cut deeper.
“I’m just your piece of shit father. President of a fuckin’ MC, a goddamn gang. I’m the president of a fuckin’ gang and my daughter is a murderer.”
My daughter is a murderer.
Lara tried to swallow the pain that came with that sentence but she felt it coming back up her throat. She tried to forget about the traumatic events of what was self defense towards her ex but every so often they found a way of sneaking back in, but all on her own account. Never her fathers. She pulled into his driveway now, what felt like hours of hearing Bishop shit on himself and now Lara was only 15 minutes from the clubhouse to his home.
“We’re here.” Lara said, still monotone as she stepped out of the car and moved over to his side of the truck to guide his drunk being inside.
“Who's taking you home?”
The sentence offered a moment of something, relief might have been too generous of a word but some hope for better conversation until Bishop shattered it with his next ones.
“Cause you’re not fuckin’ stayin’ here.”
Again, he was in his own pity party and he was dragging Lara down with him whether he knew it or not.
“Look, you either got to move the fuck on or shut the fuck up.” Lara was over this, she wasn’t a kid anymore, she wasn’t going to take this.
“Ge the fuck out of here.” Bishop snapped right back at the girl.
Lara was now standing in the driveway staring at her father who barely could hold himself up when she nodded her head and took a step back.
“Aiden might be gone for good. But I’m here. All I’ve ever wanted was to be here. I left because you made me. You pushed me out. I’ll get the fuck out of here, no problem. Because, hey,” Lara shook her head and smiled through the tears, “that’s what we do best, Dad. You push people away and I’ll just keep running away.” Her feet moved to walk away from him, not wanting to let him get another word in but his arm extended out to grab her.
“Don’t!” She yelled out the first word. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” The volume of her voice lowered but it was pointed and said between her gritted teeth.
Bishop was quick to retreat to the house, turning off all the lights which left Lara sitting at the curb crying in the dark as she pulled out her phone.
“Hey, I was just about to call you. We just got back to the club.” Angel’s voice was chipper.
“Can, can you come pick me up?” Lara got the sentence out through sobs.
Angel’s voice immediately turned from chipper to worried, “Are you okay?”
“Yea, I just need a ride. I’m at my dads.” Lara wiped the tears and took a deep breath in followed by a few sniffles.
“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”
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Lara expected to hear a motorcycle pulling up in front of the house but was shocked to see Felipe’s truck with Angel in the driver’s seat before he threw the car in park and hopped out to help her up off the curb.
“You aight?” Angel asked as his hands met hers and brought her back into a standing position.
“Why didn’t you bring the bike?” Lara didn’t let go of his hands.
“You didn’t sound like you were in the state to ride, plus didn’t know if this was more of a stealth pick up thing.” He pointed to Bishop’s house.
Lara nodded as he helped her into the passenger seat and made his way back over to the driver’s side. Once he was in the car and situated, he looked at the girl. He wanted to ask her what happened but he noticed there was something different about her appearance, something small, but he put his finger on it immediately.
“You cut your hair.” He said it with a smile.
Lara looked back at him with frown and a smirk peeked through her tears.
“You noticed?”
“Yea it looks good.” Angel nodded and moved to place the car in drive.
Angel wasn’t the type to notice things like that, and Lara really wasn’t one to care much either, but after the start of her conversation with her dad, this felt like some type of universal sign. She felt wanted. She felt safe. She felt seen.
That’s all she really wanted. To feel seen.
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Flying In (1)
Mayans MC & Narcos Crossover
For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Cross-Fandom Pollination: create a fanwork that includes at least one Narcos character and at least one character from another fandom
Warnings: 18+, language, canon-typical shenanigans of both shows
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: The way that this started out as just a silly little idea that me and Anj had. And now I wanna write a whole novel about them all sksksk. I already plan to write another installment of this universe for another day in the challenge, because @garbinge was kind enough to loan me her OC Lara Losa, but here is the first little look behind the curtain! I can't wait to write more with all of them.
Part 2
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When Lara walked into the clubhouse, she found Bishop sitting at one of the tables, phone pressed to his ear. The heel of his other hand was pressed into the space between his eyebrows, and even though most of his face was blocked, Lara could still see the annoyed frown on his face. Even if she hadn’t been looking at him, she could’ve guessed that that was the expression on his face, and nine times out of ten she would’ve been right.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone, “sounds good. See you then.” He ended the call and immediately tossed his phone onto the table with a groan. “Fuck me.”
She would’ve felt bad for laughing at his response if he wasn’t like that so often. “Sounded like a fun call,” she said as she pulled out the chair across from him and plopped down.
He tried to give her an annoyed look but it only lasted for a couple seconds before he caved and chuckled. “Not fun for me. Might end up being fun for you, though.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really?” She drummed her fingertips against the tabletop. “Color me curious.”
Bishop sighed. “That was your Tío Gilberto. Updating me on his fuckin’ travel plans.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah.”
Lara laughed. “Thought you’d be a little more excited to see your brother.”
He shot her a look. “It’s not like he’s here for a fuckin’ vacation, Lalo.”
She rolled her eyes at him with a smile as she leaned back in her chair. “What, you don’t think that he’s coming to nice, scenic Santo Padre just to unwind?”
“No,” he said flatly, not feeding into the game she was trying to play, “I don’t.”
“Why are you acting like this is the first time he’s come here for business? Just upset that he’s not flying all the way up here just to see you?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“So?” Lara pressed. “What’s the problem this time? Old shit or new shit?”
Bishop gave a reply that fell outside both the choices she’d given him. “He’s not traveling alone.”
“Nicolás?”
He huffed. “No.”
Another second of looking at the expression on his face caused all of the pieces to come together for Lara. His annoyance, his hesitation, his assumption that she was going to be excited about the news. It’d been a handful of years since the last time she’d seen him, but she had a good feeling that it was the right guess. “Chepe?” she asked, far more excited and hopeful than she knew she should’ve been given her father’s prevalent annoyance.
“The one and fuckin’ only,” he grumbled.
Lara burst out laughing, excitedly treating the table they were sitting at like a drum as she rapped against it. “Let’s go!”
Bishop shook his head at her. “You’re ridiculous. Two peas in a fuckin’ pod, both of you.”
“That why you only let him visit once every five years?” she asked through her laughter. When Bishop didn’t come back with an answer, she moved onto her next question. “When do they get here?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
If she had been standing, she would’ve been nearly doubled over with laughter. “Finally learned not to give you too much of a heads-up. No excuses this way.” Taking a deep breath to get herself calm again, she said, “I can pick them up from the airport if you—”
“Absolutely not.”
“You think they’re gonna get in the van with the fucking prospect?” she asked with a scoff as she gestured over to the bar where EZ stood. She continued before Bishop could argue. “And I know you don’t wanna make that drive.”
He knew that she was right on both counts. There was no way that either of those men were going to get into a vehicle with some guy they’ve never met before, even if he was wearing the same kutte as Bishop’s. They knew Taza and Hank, but Bishop also didn’t really want to send them on the errand either.
“Fine,” he finally gave in with a grumble. Before Lara could get too excited, he pointed his finger at her accusingly. “But you’re not fuckin’ going alone.”
That was a compromise that Lara could live with. She was going through the roster in her head, people that Bishop would feel somewhat comfortable sending with her versus people she wanted to be trapped in a car with for the drive. There was also the extra layer of who she thought would be able to survive being trapped in the van with her two uncles.
Before she could even ask the question, the answer came striding through the door. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she pointed to who had just walked through the door. “Fine. I’ll take Angel.”
At the sound of his name, his head whipped to look at the table. “Take Angel where?”
“Airport,” she replied. “Finally getting rid of you for good. One way ticket to—”
“You’re helping her with a pick-up,” Bishop cut his daughter’s comedic routine short.
Angel strolled over to the table and rested his hand on the back of Lara’s chair. He looked back and forth between the two of them and tried to figure out what was going on without having to ask. “Pick-up?”
“My brother’s flying in,” Bishop answered.
Angel nodded in understanding, although he couldn’t hide the look of mild surprise on his face. “Shit. Alright.”
“Day after tomorrow you’re going with Lara to pick them up.”
“Them?” Angel asked.
Lara was practically giddy. “Tío Chepe is coming too.”
Angel’s brows knit in confusion. “Do I know him?”
Bishop shook his head. “You’d know if you knew him.” He paused to sigh before looking back at Angel again. “Keep both of them out of trouble.”
“Your brothers?”
Bishop gestured to Lara. “Her and Chepe. And he’s not my fuckin’ brother.”
The comment got a laugh out of both Lara and Angel, who held his hands up in surrender. “Only one brother. Got it.”
The day of their arrival came far too soon for Bishop’s liking. Before he knew it, he was meeting up with Lara and Angel at the clubhouse early in the morning to give her the van and send them on their way. It was the only time Bishop could remember Angel being early for anything.
“Keep me updated,” Bishop said as Lara swiped the keys away from him.
“Yeah, yeah,” she replied flippantly as she unlocked the doors.
“Wasn’t talking to you,” Bishop said as he turned and looked at Angel. It was a sad state of affairs when he had to trust Angel to be one of the most responsible ones in a group of people, but that’s where they were at. “Got it?”
Angel nodded, knowing that there was only one right answer. “Got it.”
The two of them were a few minutes into their trek when Angel finally ventured to ask, “So what’s the deal with your uncles, then? Them and Bish, I mean.”
Lara glanced over at him for a moment before putting her eyes back on the road. “You’ve met Gilberto before, haven’t you?”
“Not really. Seen him, but Bish usually handles whatever they’ve got going on with him and Galindo. I don’t ask.”
She chuckled. “Smart.”
“What’s Bish’s deal with this Chepe dude?”
Lara laughed. “My dad hates anyone who finds a way to have a good time at all costs.” She paused. “I can’t believe you’ve never met him. Can’t believe it’s been that long.”
“What’s he like?” Angel’s curiosity had been piqued since they previously brought him up, but he didn’t want to ask about him in front of Bishop.
She spared him another brief glance, a mischievous look on her face. “You just have to meet him.”
The response didn’t bring Angel any comfort in the slightest, but he knew better than to try and press her for answers that she had no intention of giving. That was one thing that she and her father had in common. Instead he just settled back into his seat and watched the road, doing his best to not be a backseat driver.
If Chepe and Gilberto hadn’t walked out the door right beside each other and holding a conversation, no one would’ve known that they were traveling together. Gilberto had stepped off the plane in a suit—Lara was fairly certain that the closest she’d ever seen her uncle get to lounge wear was business causal. And even then, that was a rare sight. Chepe on the other hand showed up looking like he was actually on vacation. He had his aviators on as they strolled down the walkway, suitcases in tow, with a casual striped button-down on with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. The gold necklace he was wearing standing out against the white t-shirt he had on underneath—he’d even traded in his khakis for jeans.
Both of them broke out into grins when they saw Lara waiting beside the van in the pick-up area. She held her arms out for a hug as she approached them both. She stepped in to give Gilberto a hug first, kissing him on the cheek as she did so.
“Mija,” he said with a laugh. “More grown up every time I see you.”
She stepped back, smiling and shaking her head as his hands remained on the outsides of her arms for a moment longer, like he was updating the image of her that was in his head. “Gotta visit more than once or twice a year, Tío.”
Chepe chimed in before Gilberto even got the chance to. “Take that up with your father,” his tone was serious when he said the statement, but it was immediately followed by a wide grin and a laugh.
Lara immediately beamed and stepped over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Chepe!” She laughed as he swept her up off her feet in a hug.
“Lalita,” he set her down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “mi muñeca. It’s been too long.”
She let out a dramatic sigh as she fixed her hair. “I know—I’ll work on getting my dad to lift the embargo.”
Angel stood back, watching the two of them as they laughed together. It was a lot to take in, seeing her like that. It wasn’t as though she turned into a completely different person around her uncles, but he certainly felt like a different side to her—a side that he had never had the opportunity to see before. This certainly wasn’t how she acted with the only other family he knew of hers, Bishop.
Chepe playfully nudged Lara’s shoulder as he looked Angel up and down. “Quién es este mari—”
Lara elbowed him with a chuckle and a shake of her head. Some things weren’t ever going to change. “This is Angel—he’s in the club with my dad.” Turning, she looked at Angel. “Angel, this is my Tío Gilberto,” she nodded towards the man in question before resting her hand on Chepe’s shoulder, “and my Tío Chepe.”
Lara couldn’t have been more casual about the introduction if she had tried, and yet Angel still found himself standing there feeling like sweat was about to start pooling in his palms. Clearing his throat, he quickly and discreetly wiped his hand against his jeans before holding it out for Giberto to shake. “Nice to meet you.” He repeated the process with Chepe, neither man emoting one way or the other how they felt about him. Angel, based off years of experience, took it to be a bad sign even though he had no real evidence of that.
There wasn’t much more to be said as they started putting Chepe and Gilberto’s luggage into the back of the van. None of them started an actual discussion about who was going to be sitting where, but when Chepe went to reach for the front passenger-side door, Angel didn’t speak up to try and stop him. If he was going to be sitting next to someone besides Lara for the whole drive back, he supposed he was fine with it being Gilberto. Angel felt like sitting next to Gilberto meant there was less likelihood of him being pushed out of the van while it was still moving.
The ride back was uneventful despite Angel’s spiraling internal monologue. He listened to Lara chat with both her uncles. Some of it he could only catch bits and pieces of when they were speaking primarily in Spanish. It was evident that she didn’t speak it as much as her uncles, because why would she have to? But she spoke a lot more than Angel probably ever would. It was enough for him to try to have to use context clues for some of the things that were brought up. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem like they were discussing anything too serious.
When they pulled into the lot at the clubhouse, it felt like everything else came to a bit of a standstill. While Gilberto had made a habit over the years of visiting far more frequently than Chepe, it wasn’t as though he spent an awful lot of time at the clubhouse when he did. Most of the members who’d been around for more than a couple years had seen him and knew who he was, but most hadn’t ever really gotten a formal introduction. As far as Bishop was concerned, they didn’t need one. Since Chepe tagged along for the first time in a long time, however, Bishop had the feeling that this stint in the states was going to be just as much social as it was business.
Chepe and Lara were chatting as they got out of the van, not in any great rush to get into the throes of things. Unsure of what else to do, Angel tagged along a couple steps behind Gilberto as he went to greet his brother. Chepe lingered by the back of the van with Lara while she discouraged him from taking their luggage out of the van because she was going to drop them off at whatever hotel they were staying at once they checked in with Bishop.
“I’m sure Tío Gilberto already has the Benz he rented parked in the valet lot there anyway.” She glanced over at him. “Looks like if you wanna go out and have fun you’ll have to either call me or an Uber.”
Chepe laughed and shook his head but didn’t speak up to disagree with her. Regaining his composure just slightly, he gave a small nod in Angel’s direction as he said, “You should be making him drive you around.”
Lara scoffed even though her face warmed at the comment. “Angel? Please. There’s a reason I was behind the wheel going to pick you guys up today.”
“Lalo,” he chided with a shake of his head. “Don’t start treating me like I’m old and senile. Save that for Gilberto.”
She laughed as she tried to divert the conversation for her own sake. “I don’t know—it has been a while since I’ve seen you.”
He was still smiling as he pulled her in, pretending to go for a headlock. “Not that long.” He paused, and when Lara didn’t say anything, he asked, “So he doesn’t know, then?”
Lara followed Chepe’s eyeline and saw that he was looking at her father now. Picking a story and sticking to it, she did her best to sound confident as she said, “There’s nothing for him to know, Tío.”
Chepe hummed, clearly not convinced but deciding that he’d bring it up again at a later date. Maybe he’d bring it up to Angel and see if they both had the same story. He kissed Lara on the side of the head to conclude their conversation before moving on to finally greeting Bishop. He smiled wide, holding his arms out for a hug as he approached him. He called out, “Obispo!” in such a friendly tone that anyone who didn’t know better would’ve thought that they were old friends.
The less than amused look on Bishop’s face was the only thing that gave away the reality of the situation. He didn’t deny Chepe the hug, but he certainly wasn’t as enthusiastic about it. “Chepe,” he said with not nearly as much cheer. “Was starting to think you were gone for good.”
Chepe clapped him on the back once more with another laugh before pulling away. “Life isn’t that easy for you, Obispo. Besides,” he gestured towards Lara, “I know you miss me just as much as my niece does.”
Bishop scoffed. “Just about.”
“Good thing Gilberto and I haven’t bought our return tickets then, hm?” He beamed. “Make up for some lost time.”
Bishop sucked in a deep breath, one that gave a noticeable rise to his chest and shoulders. He managed to fight every impulsive comment that crossed his mind, finally watering them down and settling on, “Can’t fuckin’ wait.”
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Contaminated (13/?)
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Barrera Losa
OC Lara Losa x OC Frankie Loza
From these August Prompts: “Damage Control"
A/N: Update for my girlies <3 and Angel lol.
For a refresh, all the chapter links are in the below link!
Chapter Index
TW: 18+, mentions of death, losing a loved one, Alzheimers, cancer, light angst, cursing. .
Word Count: 1.8k
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“So this has been going on for five years?” Frankie sat at the kitchen island trying to wrap her brain around everything.
“No, once five years ago. And now, only for a few months.” Lara explained.
“Months?!” Frankie’s eyes went bug eyed.
“Weeks! A few weeks!” Lara corrected herself to ease Frankie more into it. She was in full damage control mode and trying to back track her mistake of not telling her best friend about her and Angel, although classifying it as a mistake wasn’t exactly true. She had her reasons for not saying anything but she was regretting her finding out this way. Lara’s eyes moved over to the person to her right expecting him to chime in but Angel was too busy stuffing his face.
Lara closed her eyes and took a big sigh before looking back at Frankie.
“I was going to tell you, I promise I was going to tell you.” Her hand extended across the island to grab Frankie’s. “I just, things are really complicated right now. I didn’t wanna risk Bishop finding out and honestly we weren’t really sure this was anything until yesterday anyways.”
At that Angel looked up from his plate, “Um, no I was actually sure, just following your lead.”
Lara looked at him with a frown and then back at Frankie, “Alright well I wasn’t sure this was anything so I wanted to wait to tell you.”
Frankie just sat there, frown on her face, more confused than angry as she took in all the information.
“Are you happy?” She looked at Lara and asked, her face was serious.
Lara looked at Frankie for a split second before looking over to Angel who was also waiting for her response. Her silence was bringing anxiety to everyone in the room except herself. Turning back to Frankie she nodded.
“The happiest I’ve been since Aiden.” She knew Frankie would get that, Lara loved her little brother like anyone would have loved and cared for their little sibling, but Aiden brought Lara pure joy into her life and when he died that light in Lara went with him.
“Okay then.” Frankie said with a nod and she stood up getting ready to leave.
“I’m going up north with Hank today to see my grandma.” She was grabbing her bag and situating it back over her pajamas.
“It’s like 5 in the morning.” Angel said confused since the girl had just gotten home an hour ago and was pretty drunk.
Lara knew though. This time of year was difficult for everyone. For Lara and Bishop it brought up the painful memories of losing Aiden. For Frankie and Hank it was his mother, her grandmother, while she was still alive, she was going downhill but they still went up every year around this time to celebrate the anniversary of her beating cancer. It was fucked up that the year she beat cancer the early onset of Alzheimer's began. It gave them an excuse to visit her and ring the bell every year, though and it did bring some happiness to each of them to see her celebrate it.
���I completely spaced.” Lara said realizing it was one of the reasons she had gotten drunk. “Do you need a ride?” Yes, Lara was sucking up, but that’s what you did when you were in full damage control mode with your best friend. You kissed her ass.
“No Hank’s picking me up, I’m gonna wait outside for him.” She squeezed Lara’s arm and gave a half smile even though it looked more like a frown. “I’m happy you’re happy. You deserve that.”
As Frankie passed Angel she leaned over to give him a quick goodbye. “If you hurt her I’ll fuckin’ gut you.” It was said at such a whisper, Angel almost missed it but he didn’t. His eyes went wide and his brows met in the middle of his forehead as the shock and confusion of what Frankie said to him settled in. As Frankie pulled away the smile on her face was like nothing of the sorts had just been spoken from her mouth.
Lara walked Frankie to the door, there was so much more she wanted to say but right now wasn’t the right time. But she couldn’t just say nothing.
“I want you to know it’s not because I didn’t trust you–”
“I know, Lara. It’s because you wanted to keep it yours. I get it.” The smile on Frankie’s face was a lot more genuine now, “but I’m still mad at you. And whatever this is, I expect it when I’m back.” She laughed, referring to Lara’s full kiss ass mode.
The two hugged before Frankie walked out the door leaving Lara and Angel in the apartment by themselves.
“That could’ve gone worse!” Angel said, standing up from the stool.
“That could’ve gone better.” Lara said with an eye roll.
“Well, I’m sure a couple hours of sleep will make you feel better.” Angel was practically begging to go back to bed.
“You can go back to bed but I have tons of shit I need to get done.” Lara started picking through the cabinet under the sink for cleaning supplies.
“What?” Angel frowned and looked at what Lara was doing.
“I’m in full damage control mode, I’m gonna clean her room, like really clean her room and do her laundry.” Lara said in an obvious way like Angel should have known better. “Why don’t you go home, crash, and call me when you’re up, I’ll come over and we can stay at your place tonight. Give Frankie some space.”
Angel was genuinely baffled and confused but knew better than to argue with the girl. “Sure, you don’t need help cleaning?”
“Thanks for the offer but I’ll be good.” Lara smiled as Angel bent down and placed a kiss on her head.
Cleaning was actually pretty therapeutic for Lara, it gave her time to clear her head while also going through some thoughts and feelings she needed to sort out, doing this for Frankie felt like the right thing. She honestly didn’t hide it because she thought Frankie would tell Bishop it was exactly what Frankie said, she wanted it to be just her and Angel’s thing. No outside sway or opinions. It was dark by the time Angel called, Lara knew he had probably been up for a while and got called into club stuff, she didn’t mind, it gave her more time around the house.
Now at Angel’s, the two of them were knocked out on the couch, both catching up on the hours they missed from the night prior. Hours must’ve passed by just with the TV playing overnight in the background while the two laid snoring on the couch. An alarm went off on someones phone, causing both of them to stir awake, both a little frightened while they searched for the source of the noise.
“It’s not mine.” Angel said his voice groggy and raspy.
“It’s mine, I have a shift. It’s already 7AM.” Lara sighed and plopped back down against Angel who had already tried to go back to sleep.
“Call out.” Angel mumbled.
“I wish, I need the money. I’m gonna shower.” Lara wasn’t exactly speaking at anything higher than a mumble either. “Please can you make me coffee?”
The groan from Angel’s throat was one of annoyance but not one of defiance so Lara knew she’d have a hot cup of coffee when she got out of the shower which is what motivated her to get up in the first place. “Thank you.”
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“I don’t know what you did to get water pressure like that but I’m demanding you come to our apartment and do it to our shower.” Lara said as she walked through Angel’s house in one of his flannels and her hair wet ready for a coffee.
To Lara’s surprise, Angel wasn’t alone, she walked right into the living room where EZ was with the biggest grin on his face.
“Hi Lara.” He smiled from ear to ear.
“Prospect.” She rolled her eyes, no need to hide now. If Frankie didn’t tell him, she eventually would have and there was no going back from or denying her swimming in Angel’s clothes.
Angel had a cup of coffee in his hand and handed one to Lara. “EZ brought coffee, you can have mine.”
“If I knew you were gonna have company I would have brought three, or not come at all.” The grin on EZ’s face was getting bigger as he spoke, he wanted to boast and tell Angel every version of ‘I told you so’ that he could.
Lara took two sips from the cup and handed it back to Angel. “Here I just needed a jolt, I gotta get ready and head out anyways, I’ll grab something on the way.” And before she could even let either of them respond she was running back into Angel’s room and tossing her all black hostess outfit on and tying her hair back.
As the two boys stood alone in the living room, EZ wiggled his eyebrows at Angel which earned him a light shove and ‘shut the fuck up’ before Lara reappeared in the room.
“Sorry to leave like this, thanks for the coffee sips.” She stood up on her tip toes to grab Angel’s head and leave a kiss on his lips before grabbing her purse off the hooks and going to the door to leave. “Bye EZ!”
Now both the men were truly alone in Angel’s house, there was a couple seconds of silence before EZ spoke up.
“So should I say I told you so, I was right, or something else? I’ll let you come up with it even, it can be a joint effort.” EZ was still grinning from ear to ear.
“Man, shut up.” Angel turned to grab his kutte from the hooks. “I thought you needed me for club shit.”
“I do, but this is just my reward for having to play hide n seek with the fuckin’ club. No one answers their phone this early.”
“Yea bro, it’s 7 fuckin AM.” Angel’s eyebrows raised as he placed his kutte on and grabbed the coffee back to chug half of it down. “Come on let’s go.”
“Yo,” EZ said as they started to head out themselves. “Don’t fuck this shit up.” It was serious, he wasn’t grinning anymore, it was coming from a genuine place.
“Don’t go saying shit at the club, aight? Bish doesn’t know and I’m gonna let Lara tell me how she wants to deal with that.” Angel yelled back at his little brother and paused before speaking up again.
“And I’m not gonna fuck it up.”
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Contaminated (12/?)
Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa
A/N: Been a MINUTE. But since it’s been a while I figured I’d give you something to hold you over so enjoy all 6k words of this!
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TW: 18+, mentions of sex, murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. Angsty, sad, heartbreaking.
Word Count: 6.5k
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Weeks had passed without incident. In every aspect of, well, everything. The Calavaras hadn’t left a note, made an appearance, or made themselves known at all to the club or to Lara. And per Bishop’s rules, Lara was home at 10 every night. No one suspected Angel and Lara of anything, including Frankie or EZ. Overall, things were going pretty well.
Lara made her way out of her room, it was early but she had the first shift at the restaurant today, some business meeting rented the entire restaurant out. Lara walked down the hallway of her apartment and froze when she saw Bishop sitting at the island in the kitchen. After the initial startle of things, Lara kept walking over to him.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, Frankie let me in while she was, well I think on her way in, also.” Bishop tried to joke and ended his sentence with a chuckle.
“Yea not everyone has an early curfew.” Lara rubbed the sleep out of her eye as she reached for a mug and poured a cup of coffee for both her and Bishop.
She turned around and placed the cup in front of Bishop, “4 sugars, no cream.”
He nodded and wrapped his hand around the mug, letting the liquid cool down before sipping it. The only sound that could be heard was the clock mounted on the wall ticking, the blinds blowing in the subtle morning breeze from the window, and the slight slurps of Lara sipping her coffee.
“Why are you here? I’ve been abiding by your rules. Home by 10, everyday. There haven’t been any notes. What’s your beef?” Lara crossed her arms.
“No beef. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.” Bishop picked something out of his pocket and pushed it across the island towards his daughter. It was a long black velvet box.
Lara stared at the box for a couple minutes before uncrossing her arms. “I honestly forgot it was today.” She shook her head and pulled the seat up across from her father and made her self comfortable. “You didn’t have to do this.” She pushed the box back to him.
“It was your mother’s, birthday or not, you should have it. It was one of the first pieces of jewelry she made.” Bishop left the box where it was and finished his cup of coffee in one last sip. He stood up from the table. “That was all I came for, thanks for making things easy. I–uh, I’m handling the Calaveras. It’s not done yet but we’re almost there.” Bishop offered up the smallest piece of information he could, but Lara knew it was a lot for him. But even though it was a lot, it wasn’t enough for her.
“Thanks.” Lara said with nothing else but a nod.
Bishop began walking away towards the front door, he did what he came to do, and even though it pained him to leave like this, he knew he had to, but not without one last try. “There’s a party tonight at the club house. You should come. Forget about the curfew, you’ll be with the club, and if you want to go home, I’ll have one of the guys bring you home.” Bishop was turned slightly with his hand on the doorknob but looking for some type of acknowledgement from Lara.
“Birthday party? The guys better have presents for me.”
Bishop let out a genuine laugh at that comment, there she was, the daughter he knew. While, he was well aware that she was joking, he also knew it wasn’t his place to joke back with her yet so he left with a chuckle and a ‘see you tonight.’
Lara let out a breath after Bishop left and laid her body across the kitchen island almost in defeat. It was easy to put a front up to Bishop, especially while she was still upset with him, but the aftermath of that looked messy for Lara. Her head laid on the cold countertop of the island as she let out a groan, as her arm sprawled across the island it bumped into the velvet box, pushing it a couple inches away. She looked up through her hair and hesitated before finally grabbing the box and opening it.
It was a soft, silver metal chain. Thin and dainty with a small clasp that could you tell was attached by hand. Lara’s hand glided against the chain until it hit the main design of the bracelet. 3 butterflies, all welded together. They looked like they were made from spoon handles, one of Lara’s favorite things to use for jewelry making.
“I wish you were here.” Lara mumbled as she clasped the bracelet around her arm.
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So, the business meeting at her job was more of a Galindo rent-a-space situation. The morning consisted of breakfast with Miguel and his family. That lasted longer than Lara expected a brunch would, but I guess family time was limited with the Galindo’s and they’d take any opportunity of shared time. After that, Marcus had showed up along with who Lara knew was Miguel’s head of security. It was news to Lara that Marcus was getting buddy buddy with Miguel and crew, luckily as he was walking into the restaurant wasn’t her way of finding out. Marcus had left a note for her the day before at her hostess stand.
Mi sobrina. I’m taking you up on your offer. Don’t need the free meal, but could use the space tomorrow for business. Make the reservation under Galindo. Whole restaurant, all day. Left a deposit with the owner but wanted to give you the heads up. Didn’t mention you, but I can if it’ll help. Love you, see you tomorrow. - Tio Marcus.
It was now hours into their meeting upstairs, it was pretty quiet in the space, some chatter from the group of men but besides that it was her and one other waitress who Lara knew could keep things disclosed without issue. Lara was at the hostess stand figuring out the rest of the weeks reservations and caterings.
“Lara.” Marcus nodded as he approached the girl. Lara looked up a bit frazzled but relaxed and shook her head once she saw Marcus with a soft smile on his face.
“Everything okay? Anything I can get you guys?” Lara closed the planner she was working in and stacked the restaurant’s iPad on top of it as she leaned onto the stand.
“No, no, everything is perfect, you set us up perfectly. Discrete. Good food.” Marcus put his hands to rest on the hostess stand as he spoke. “Just came over to thank you and let you know they’re wrapping up soon. I know we’ve been here a long time.” He smiled as he looked up at the clock above.
“No worries, I blocked out everything for the whole day to be safe.”
Marcus nodded and tapped his fist lightly on the top part of the stand. He had his riding gloves on, but Lara knew he didn’t bring his bike here.
“You still ride?” She pointed to the gloves.
“Any chance I get.” He answered her quickly. “You can take the biker out the club but you can’t take the biker out the man.”
Lara let out a scoff, it was meant to be more of a chuckle but it definitely came out more harsh. Marcus picked up on it and gave her a look. “Sorry, just–” she paused wondering how much she wanted to share with him, how much he already knew.
“He’s protecting you.” Marcus started at the girl straight in her eyes. “It’s what I would do, too.”
Lara knew better than to argue with Marcus, so she nodded and broke eye contact. Marcus didn’t mean to overpower the girl, it was a demeanor that he just had. He also was good at reading the room so he quickly changed topics and lightened the mood.
“I’m getting out of here but Izzy is hounding me to get you over the house.” He stepped back a few feet which is when the rest of the Galindo crew started to make their way downstairs. “Oh and uh, happy birthday. It’s today, right?”
Lara smiled, “yep, another year wiser.” She gave a wink with a grin.
“Thank you for the hospitality.” Miguel was now in earshot as he buttoned his suit jacket and placed his cellphone in his pocket.
Lara answered him with a simple nod and with that he was out the door that Marcus was holding open for him.
“Yea, uh, thanks for the hospitality, and giving us something pretty to look at.” Galindo’s head of security nodded up at Lara.
At this point, Marcus and Miguel were outside already, getting into the various G-Wagons that were parked out front.
“I’m Nestor, I can drop you off if you need a ride? Or we could hang out?” the man with braids outreached his hand over to Lara entering her personal space. She took a step back to create more space between them before shaking his hand. There wasn’t much room behind the hostess stand so she was leaning up against the marble counter that served as a divider from the entrance to the restaurant.
Their handshake dropped, and before Lara could answer, someone else’s voice spoke up.
“What’s up, Pippy Longstockings?” Angel’s voice was full of pettiness and a little humor. His gaze landed on Lara and he smirked.
Nestor looked over at Angel who was standing next to him, and then turned back to Lara. “I guess we’ll rain check that ride home.”
“It’s okay, Angel normally gives me a ride home.”
“And if he can’t?”
“Then I’m here.” Bishop’s voice could be described as booming. It was loud and firm as he walked into the restaurant. It echoed against the empty walls of The Villa.
Lara brought her hand up to rub her forehead as her eyebrows raised in embarrassment. Nestor took the hint without issue, made his exit quick and quiet leaving the two bikers in front of Lara. Without words she shook her head and wrinkled her forehead as her hands raised.
“Figured we’d give you an escort to the club. Frankie’s there already.” Bishop gave an answer to Lara’s silent question.
“Takes two of you?” Lara tried to give off an attitude to throw any trail of her and Angel’s secret relationship to the wind.
“Angel and I were doing shit nearby, figured you could use the escort.” Bishop said.
“I had Frankie drop me off this morning, don’t have my car. Gonna have to hop on your bike.” She was looking at Bishop when she said it, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. If it was up to her she’d ask Angel to drive her out of town, get far away from the MC, from her father, or at the very least she would have asked him to take her home and hang there for the night. But instead, she had to save face, which meant doing exactly what she didn’t want.
“Angel will take you to the clubhouse.” Bishop said looking at his phone. “I got something I gotta handle.”
Angel looked back to his president and moved his head towards the burner cell. “All good, prez?”
“Yea, yea, it’s Sophie.” Bishop said putting his phone back in his pocket.
Lara bit her tongue, she wanted to say something to tease her father. Sophie and Bishop was something she had toyed with setting up in her head a lot and to see that over the last few weeks something was starting up between them made her a bit happy. Bishop needed that. Maybe it’d offer Lara some benefit as well.
Luckily for Lara, Angel didn’t need to bite his tongue.
“Bow chicka bowwww wowwww, Bish. Didn’t know you started pressin’ up on that.” Angel said as he lightly tapped Bishop like he was fake boxing with him.
“I ain’t pressin’ up on shit.” Bishop pushed Angel’s hands away.
Angel raised his hands in surrender but still had the biggest smile on his face. “You got it, Bish.”
Lara was holding back the biggest laugh, it was a breath of fresh air, but then again these past couple weeks have been that with Angel. Despite trying to hide their relationship, things were great with them. They were going on dates, out of town but dates none the less, they were sneaking over each others places, talking, it was exactly what the girl needed.
“Go, both of you, before I decide I need you to wash my truck and my bike tonight conveniently making you unavailable for the party.” Bishop stared at Angel.
Angel nodded knowing not to argue with Bishop anymore. He lead the way out the restaurant, holding the door open as Lara grabbed her jacket and bag. As she slung her bag over her shoulder her eyes met with Bishops, instead of letting them linger she gave a half ass smile and nod and walked past him towards Angel who had the door open. Bishop followed shortly behind her, and made his way towards his bike, not saying anything else. As he started his bike he lifted his hand up in an attempt to say goodbye, but he knew there was tension between him and his daughter. Lara didn’t do any but look at him before averting her gaze to Angel who was still holding the door open.
“You can wait outside, I have to lock up.” She dangled the keys as she spoke to Angel while the sound of Bishop’s bike faded in the distance.
He nodded and moved through the second set of doors to The Villa and stood right next to it on the outside.
Lara shut the lights off and slid the latch over the door before locking it, she turned to the second door and made her way outside. Her hand grasped the handle and closed it shut, she played with the key ring looking for the right one to lock the door.
“You know you don’t need to stay so close.” She said it with a smile.
Angel smiled back as he leaned against the window of the restaurant. “Looks good to Bishop. To him I’m just your protection.”
“I don’t see Bishop here anymore.” Lara said as she finished locking the door and moved to lean against it looking up to Angel. “Plus I don’t think you need to monitor my every move.”
“I don’t know about that, I think you got a couple moves I need to monitor.” His smile turned into a grin.
“Shut tup and take me to the clubhouse. And if you go over 80, there will be no monitoring of any moves.” Lara pushed herself off the glass and made her way to his bike. Angel was close behind her as they approached his bike. As they got situated on the bike, Angel grabbed his helmet and passed it to the girl before turning over the bike to start.
“Happy Birthday.” Angel said over the engine.
She froze with her hand on the helmet she was putting on. She was staring at the back of him wondering if maybe she heard him wrong. “You remembered my birthday?”
“Heard Bish mention it to Hank today.” He said as he placed his riding gloves on.
“Thanks.” Lara said awkwardly.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday is coming up?” Angel asked curiously.
Lara thought about how she wanted to answer, there was a truth behind why her birthday was not something that was celebrated too often. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready to open up about it, especially to Angel.
“I stopped paying attention years ago, you know, after 21.” She shrugged it off. Angel accepted the answer and went to hit the kickstand up on his bike while Lara moved her hands around his waist. She felt the awkward tension, the fact she kept something from him, the very clear excuse behind why her next words weren’t exactly what she wanted, but she knew it’d get a laugh out of him. “So what’d you get me?” Her head rested on his shoulder.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head he looked back at her, “was hard to pull together a last minute gift.” And with that, they drove off.
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Lara let out a belly laugh as she casually bumped into Angel on the picnic table they were sitting at with Frankie, EZ, and Coco. EZ’s laugh was comparable in volume. The group of them were having the time of their lives at the club party. To be honest, since Lara and Angel had started their sneaking around, or as their group of friends looked at it, their newly found friendship vs their previous bickering, the entire group of them had a really great time together.
Angel wasn’t even drinking that night, he took his responsibility for Lara seriously. He knew Bishop wouldn’t let him be the one to keep eyes on her if he fucked anything up so if that meant sticking to cigarettes at a club party then so be it.
EZ stood up from the table, grabbing everyone’s empties. “‘nother round?” he asked looking around the table for confirmation.
“I’m good.” Angel replied a little too quick to get past EZ. His younger brother stared at him with a slight frown for a minute before his thoughts were interrupted by the girls.
“Yea I could have another.” Frankie was scrolling on her phone, barely paying attention to what was around her.
“I’ll have one more.” Lara said before pulling her own phone out.
EZ frowned deeper, and this time his reaction was matched. Frankie was looking up from her phone now at her best friend in shock. “One more?” Her voice was confused. Despite it being just a general out of the norm behavior for Lara, it was her birthday, which made it all the more weird she wasn’t drinking much.
“Long day, I’m tired.” Lara shrugged it off, paying more attention to her phone than the company around her in hopes to get them off her back.
“It’s your birthday.” Frankie stated like that fact changed everything.
“So?” Her shrug would’ve been enough to say it all but the added ‘so’ was the cherry on top for Frankie.
“What is it? Your 50th birthday? Too old to party? Take a shot.” Frankie was a little tipsy which was where the encouragement to drink was coming from.
“Even the 50 year olds can hang.” Coco said pointing to the group of the older Mayan men who were hollering about something or someone, clearly wasted beyond their means.
Lara had looked up to see where Coco was pointing to which is when she saw Bishop making his way in from the gates of the club. He was just getting in from wherever he was with Sophie, if that was the truth. His eyes were scanning the lot, taking in the state of his clubhouse. Lara could tell he was taking note of everything, who was here, who had disappeared, what the state of the yard looked like, how many people were already passed out on some piece of furniture, and that’s when their eyes met. His eyes softened, it was a look Bishop rarely was able to give anymore, but just seeing his daughter sucker punched it out of him. It was one of the many reasons he hated having her around the club. She made him soft. It was a weak spot, and anyone with eyes could see that. Bishop nodded his head at the girl. There was a lot being said in the gesture and Lara knew that. At some point while Frankie was explaining how Lara aged into an elderly woman because she only wanted one more beer, EZ had retreated to the clubhouse to get the drinks. The beer clinked down in front of Lara and without even looking down she took it and raised it towards Bishop. His eyes moved to the beer and that’s when he saw the bracelet on her arm. A smirk filled his face for the quickest second, it felt like a win for him. He left expecting the girl to not even look at the gift, let alone wear it. But it felt like his effort had been received. And just like that, her eyes moved and it was like nothing had happened.
Lara was mentally not okay. Between her the weight of her birthday, the tension with Bishop and the fact that Frankie had started to drink hard liquor, she just wanted to go home. Her eyes scanned over Angel who was in a deep conversation with Coco about god knows what. Her mind was trying to process the best way to go about leaving where Angel could take her without it being obvious she wanted him to take her. After a few minutes of thought, she was up and moving towards Bishop.
“Hey, I think I’m gonna go home.” She said interrupting his conversation with a patch from another charter. Bishop turned to Lara shocked she was talking to him.
“You sure? I had the prospect pick you up a cake.”
Bishop’s voice wasn’t normal. The sentence even earned him a look from the people around him. He was trying. Which is why the next words out of Lara’s mouth killed her to say but she couldn’t deal with him pushing her out when he wanted and bringing her back in when he wanted. She knew he had valid points for doing what he did, but after all this time, she was done with him pushing her away and despite the fact that he was inviting her in again, she wasn’t going to be stuck in a cycle of this. She had to break it.
“Don’t want cake.” She stared at Bishop with a neutral face. It was silent between them, the few guys that were around Bishop had gotten up and moved, clearly feeling the vibe. “So am I ubering or is one of the guys taking me home?” Her arms moved to her back pockets but in no way was she relaxed.
“You don’t need to check in with me, you can just go home.” Bishop said a little more like the president of the club now, not Lara’s father.
Lara let a laugh out, it was unbelievable what he just said and she was going to let him know. “Don’t bullshit me. If I took a uber you’d have a fucking conniption. Don’t act fuckin’ coy, Bishop.”
“Angel!” Bishop called out not wanting to have this discussion any longer.
Angel made his way over with a slight pep in his step. “Sup Bish?”
“You been drinkin’?” His eyes were still on Lara.
“Nah, not even one beer.” Angel lifted his hands in innocence.
“Taka Lara home.” Bishop wasn’t even going to let Lara weigh in, his eyes were focused on Angel.
“You got it, Bish.”
Angel and Lara began walking towards the row of bikes in silence. Lara still had her hands in her back pockets as she walked, Angel ahead of her due to his long steps. Bishop had turned back around in his seat, leaning back as he smoked a cigarette. There was a change in demeanor, he felt the anger inside him bubble up. He was sick of the attitude from Lara and had no idea how to handle it. In all honesty, a sit down talk and some compromises on both ends would have been enough but Bishop and Lara weren’t exactly the best at communication. Which is why Bishop didn’t think twice before speaking, he knew the words he was going to say would cut, but he didn’t care in that moment.
There was a cold breeze that came in and it made Lara remove her hands from her pockets so she could rub her hand up and down her arm in an attempt to shake the chills. She was only about 10 feet away when Bishop called out to her.
“Hey, Lara.” Bishop said not even giving her the respect of looking at her. “Don’t forget I’m the only family you got.”
Lara was already frozen from when she turned to acknowledge him, but she felt her heart stop when he finished his sentence. It wasn’t a gut punch, that was a calculated statement. It was a good one too. To listening ears it seemed like a simple reminder, sure, a little pointed, but something anyone could shake off. But to Lara, it held power. Her birthday held a lot of pain, her brother’s death anniversary was only a few weeks away and the weight of that got heavier, made it hard to celebrate. Bishop knew that. Knew the comment would knock the girl down.
Lara had instantly buried the pain, anger taking its place. So many things popped into her head to say back to him. There was even a moment where she considered stepping to him, pushing him off the chair. But instead she turned around and kept walking. Her eyes met Angel’s who was waiting for her, she wasn’t sure if he heard the comment, but he definitely saw her wipe a tear or two from her face before she made it over to his bike.
“You good?” He handed her his helmet. The both of them standing on opposite sides of the bike.
Lara placed it on her head and clipped it and just gave him a nod. “Yea, I’m fine.”
He nodded, and got on the bike, knowing there wasn’t anything he was going to pull out of her here in the scrapyard.
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Angel pulled up to Lara’s place, cutting the engine of his bike. He wasn’t sure if he was staying but he did know he wanted to at least talk with the girl and didn’t want to be screaming over the rumbling.
“You got a minute?” Angel said to Lara as she walked up to the front porch of her place.
“For you? I’ll make it two.” She smiled sitting on the steps.
Angel smiled and joined the girl, he sat a step above her, his leg was against her shoulder. She leaned into him for a second before getting up and moving in between his long legs, still a step below him. She leaned back against him as he placed his arms around her shoulders. His lips came down to her cheek and he pressed a kiss to it before whispering in her ear.
“I got you something.”
Lara looked up at him. “I thought you said it was too last minute.”
“I heard Bish say it this morning. Gave me time to pick something up, just wanted to give it to you when we were alone.”
“Oh it’s that type of gift.” Lara turned back around with an eye roll before he was leaning back over her. He laughed as he placed a kiss on the side of her head as he grabbed the gift and brought it around in front of her. It was a medium sized box covered in confetti wrapping paper. It wasn’t wrapped beautifully at all, but the effort was there. Lara felt her heart in her stomach, she truly wasn’t expecting anything.
“What is this?” She frowned and looked back at him shocked.
“Open it and find out.” He nodded at the gift.
Lara’s attention moved back to the box as she stood it at dumbfoundly for a minute, purely in shock that Angel had actually picked something up for her. She began to unwrap it, the wrapping paper falling to her side on the stairs to reveal the beautiful hand painted jewelry box. It was clay ceramic but painted over completely in black, the cover had a bird painted in purple and pink pattern with a similar pattern in teal surrounding it. The walls of the box had pink flowers, each one slightly different than the next, hand painted around it. Inside was a soft cushion on the left that was made to hold a variety of rings while the right was divided into two sections for other pieces. The roof of the box was saved for necklaces, while it’s surface was bare only showing the clay colored ceramic, there were tiny metal hooks that looked custom made with small details around them and held in place with small ceramic tiles that matched the colors outside.
“Angel.” Lara’s breath was hitched in the back of her throat, the shock, the amazement, all the emotions were flooding her as she stared at the beautiful jewelry box he had just gifted her.
“I noticed that you had a bunch of wooden boxes for the stuff you make and they’re overflowing so, I don’t know thought maybe this could be some sort of solution, although, it’s not gonna fit all your stuff, but if you like it, I can take you to the place in Mexico where I got it and we can get more, it’s got those compartments and shit to organize things better, if that’s what you want, no pressure, the lady told me you can take that stuff out if you like the system you got going on.” Angel rambled on, clearly nervous that it wasn’t a good gift and that Lara was upset.
“Mexico?” Lara’s head snapped to look at him, even more shocked that he made a trip over the border for this.
“Had some time this morning, noticed the spot once when a group of us were over in Santa Madre. Figured I’d try my luck. Feel like you can’t buy the girl who makes jewelry, jewelry, you know?” He chuckled, still nervously.
“Angel this is…” Lara tried to find the right words before landing on one. “This is perfect. It’s beautiful, I can’t thank you enough.” Her glance went back to the jewelry box, her hands running over the textured paint and smiled back at him.
Relief washed over him, his face filled with a smile as she still stared at the jewelry box. “Oh, and look,” Angel’s hand reached over the girl’s shoulder and grabbed the ring cushion out and flipped it upside down. “There’s a little secret pouch for things you want to keep hidden.” He unclasped the fabric that opened a small bag like area for exactly that, items you wanted to keep more private.
Lara smiled as he brought the cushion back into the box and secured it back in. “Do you want to come in?”
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He did. The two took advantage of the house being empty, Lara was grateful that Frankie had decided to stay at the clubhouse and party a bit more, gave her a moment (or two) with Angel back at home.
The two of them laid in Lara’s bed, the covers laying over their naked bodies as they caught their breath.
“I would have bought you a jewelry box years ago if I knew it was going to get me that.” Angel teased as Lara chuckled and slapped his chest. “Happy Birthday” Angel laughed and kissed the girl on the lips, his hand cupping her face as he did before falling back in bed, his left hand moving back behind his head as Lara rested her head on his chest.
White noise filled the room, neither of them were asleep, but it was in the air. That was until Lara spoke up. “Do you think I should have stayed at the clubhouse tonight?”
It was a genuine question. Her mind might have been occupied with other things since getting home but now that things were quiet, her mind was able to fill back up with all the thoughts again.
“You think you should’ve?” Angel answered her question with a question, his eyes closed as he answered.
“I think that everything is fucked.” Lara said point blankly.
This made Angel open his eyes.
“Not this, I don’t mean this. I mean with Bishop.” Lara corrected herself.
“Bish’s got a lot on his plate you know–” Angel started.
“I’m not talking to you as a club member, Angel, I’m talking to you as the girl you fuck from time to time and buy jewelry boxes.” Her words were harsh but she knew Angel could handle them.
“So my girlfriend, you’re talking to me as my girlfriend.” He said and Lara could feel his heart speed up a bit as the nerves worked their way through his system.
“Finally.” Lara said with a chuckle and started to trace his tattoos on his chest.
Angel took a sigh of relief and kept the conversation moving, they didn’t need to dwell on the details just yet.
“You talkin’ about what Bishop said to you tonight?’ Angel’s other arm, the one not behind his head moved up and down Lara’s back.
“You heard him?” Lara now was sitting up a bit, so she could see Angel’s face.
“I did. I still stand by what I said, he’s got a lot on his plate, makes someone lash out easier.” He shrugged in explanation.
“Feels like it's just who we are at this point. Two people who will never see eye to eye, always at each others necks, always fighting.”
“Ain’t that a father daughter thing anyways. Frankie fights with Hank.” Angel struggled to understand.
“Not like Bishop and I do. Our shits deep rooted.
Just when Angel was about to ask what that shit was, finally get Lara to really open up, there was a noise.
“Speaking of Frankie.” Lara shot up and looked out the window to see EZ in Felipe’s truck dropping the drunk girl off. She walked by Angel’s bike without noticing it, Lara prayed EZ didn’t say anything while in the car, it was something that needed to come from Lara. “Go to my closet!” Lara demanded Angel as she jumped in bed and pretended to be asleep. Angel got up, not as quickly as Lara was moving, but fast enough that when Frankie opened Lara’s bedroom door, he was hidden.
“Hi, I’m home. And drunk. Very drunk” Frankie slurred as she leaned into the door, hand on the door knob and other hand on the frame to keep her balance.
Lara groaned like she was getting woken up. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. I’ll make you coffee in the morning.” Her words came out groggy.
“Th–thanks,” she began to close the door and then opened it again, “happy birthday, I love you.”
Lara closed her eyes, it made her feel shittier for hiding something from her even if she had her reasons for doing so. “I love you too.” Lara said before Frankie closed her door.
Angel came out from the hanging clothes and back to the bed, trying to push Lara over for him to lay back down.
“You’ve got 10 minutes and then you gotta go. Frankie’s gonna come in here in the morning and it’ll be better to sneak out now than run our chances in the morning.” Lara explained.
Angel groaned in complaint as the tiredness fell over him. “You’re gonna have to tell her one day anyways no better day than today.”
“I’m gonna tell her, just how I want to.” Lara protested back.
“Alright, alright, 15 minutes.” Angel agreed.
“8.” Lara corrected him.
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Lara let 15 minutes pass, the house was quiet before she rolled Angel out of bed. He was groggy as Lara pushed him, quietly out of her bedroom door.
“C’mon, Lara. Just 2 more minutes.” Angel complained as he made it to the hallway.
“Shh.” She shushed Angel as she pushed against his back down the hallway.
Angel turned around to face Lara, starting to smile and try and argue his way out of leaving, but as he turned, his head hit the light that he normally ducked to avoid. As he reacted swiftly to steady it but as he did, his back knocked against the pictures on the wall.
Lara tried her best to cover her laughs, her arms moving to steady Angel over her previous pushing him out stance. One hand was on the light to stop it from swinging while the other was moving to catch the picture frame. Angel turned now fully facing the picture frame and placed it back on it’s hook, he paused for a minute as he looked at the photo.
“Who is that?”
Lara’s laughs faded away almost instantly as she stared at the picture.
“That’s my brother.” Her words were cold as she spoke.
“I didn’t know you had a brother!” While Angel’s voice was at a whisper, you could hear the excitement coming from his voice. “You had to be like… what? 16? He looks like what 5? Gotta make him like 13 now?”
“19. I was 19 in that photo. Aiden was 4 in that photo. He’d be 14.” Lara’s voice was still cold.
“I didn’t realize Bish had a boy, wow.” Angel’s voice was eager as he looked closer at the wall. When Lara didn’t answer he turned towards her, she looked sick to her stomach. “What’s wrong?” His eyebrows frowned.
“He doesn’t.” Lara kept a straight face. “He doesn’t anymore.” Her eyes moved to Angel’s. He looked even more confused. “He died.”
Angel’s head snapped, shocked by what she just said.
“Lara…” Angel’s voice got softer.
“It’s fine. It was 7 years ago. Well, 8 in two weeks.” She chuckled and shook her head.
“That’s why you don’t like celebrating your birthday.” Angel nodded as he began to understand. “Is that Bishop and your mom?” He asked looking at the photo above the one of Aiden, the one of you with your birthday cake.
“Yea, my 5th birthday, just months before she died.”
Angel’s face dropped, the fact that Lara dated and remembered these photos by when the people in them passed… it had to be heavy.
“I didn’t realize,” Angel started, and shook his head, “I thought Aiden was…” He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. But he didn’t have to.
“Antonia. He was Antonia’s.” Lara nodded, her arms crossed.
“I’m sorry, Lara.” Angel didn’t know what else to say.
“You know, I don’t really talk about this. Or him. I mean, to Frankie, sometimes, but not just anybody.”
It was true, Lara was starting to open up to Angel.
“So I guess I’m not just anybody?” Angel teased and moved towards Lara with a smile, but before he could reach her his head hit the light again causing Lara to let out a snort.
“C’mon Smooth Talker,” Lara pushed Angel back down the hallway.
They reached the front door. Angel opened it and leaned against the door frame. “You know I could stay. Make you breakfast in the morning, coffee…”
“I’ve had your coffee, it’s not really a selling point.” Lara teased him. “Plus, Frankie, that’s not how I really want her finding out.”
“Holy shit.”
Lara and Angel’s attention averted to the living room that had a perfect view of the front door. Frankie stood there, drunk, in shock, and jaw dropped.
Angel looked between Frankie and Lara before speaking up.
“Um, I think she knows.”
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Mayans MC & Narcos Crossover
For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Amnesty/Day of Friendship: post a fanwork you started for any previous prompt but didn't get to finish in time & create a fanwork with a cameo of a friend's OC
Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: I feel like this was just a little extra deep-dive into Lara and Chepe's dynamic. A little bit of a filler before we jump back into the most plot-filled parts of the story. Idk I just think they're fun. 🥰 As always, shout-out to Anj for letting me borrow her oc Lara Losa!
Part 1
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She was fairly sure that she hadn’t stopped laughing the entire drive from Angel’s house to the hotel where Chepe and Gilberto were staying. She’d dropped both her uncles off that afternoon at a hotel that was just a little outside what was now her hometown. It made sense, because there was no way that Santo Padre would ever have a hotel big enough or fancy enough for either of them at this point. It was as amusing to her as it was annoying to Bishop. The permanent balance.
What she had found so amusing, though, was that they hadn’t even gone a full day before Chepe cashed in on the half-serious offer she’d extended about going out with him if he wanted to have fun and Gilberto didn’t want to go. When her phone had started to ring at Angel’s house she almost ignored it until she remembered who it might possibly be. And, if Chepe’s adamancy about going out hadn’t been funny enough, Angel’s absolute refusal to join was icing on the cake.
“What?” Chepe asked when he opened the hotel room door and saw Lara standing there by herself. “Your boyfriend too busy to—”
“Not my boyfriend,” she cut him off with a shake of her head as she walked into the hotel room.
Chepe chuckled, holding his hands up in a motion of surrender that he would never actually mean. “Claro, claro.”
“And I invited him to go with us but for some reason he’s convinced that you’re going to leave him dead in a back alley somewhere.”
Chepe shook his head as she spoke, like what she was saying was the most ridiculous statement in the world. And, in a way it was, but not for the reason that Lara probably thought. “I wouldn’t leave him dead in a back alley, Lalo.”
She motioned at him with a nod as she watched him pour whiskey into a pair of glass tumblers. “See? That’s what I—”
“That would be sloppy. What, he thinks I want to get caught?”
“Chepe,” she groaned as her head dropped back so she was looking up at the ceiling, “that’s not—that’s not the point.”
He placed one of the glasses in her hand. “But I’m still right.”
She tried to keep looking annoyed but she started laughing instead. “Yeah, you are.”
When he tilted his glass towards hers, she took the cue and clinked them together. She was waiting for him to toast something, but it never happened. Shrugging, she took a sip. It felt better on the way down than most the liquor she drank—Chepe could afford to drop money on alcohol that cost more than her rent. She took a moment to look around his hotel room as the warmth slowly started to creep over her. His alcohol cost as much as her rent and his hotel room was probably the same size as her apartment. She understood why her dad wasn’t a fan of the business they were in but in that moment she couldn’t help but to think it must be real fucking nice.
“You and Tío Gilberto get adjoining rooms, then?” Lara joked.
Chepe laughed, knowing that there were no doors connecting his room to Gilberto’s. However, that didn’t mean that the two of them didn’t still share a wall. Walking over, he used the hand that wasn’t holding his glass and he pounded against the wall three times. Before he even struck it the third time, both he and Lara could hear Gilberto’s annoyed yelling coming from the other side, the specifics of what he was saying muffled by the wall between them.
“Did you at least invite him out with us?” Lara asked.
Chepe made a waving motion, and it whether he was being dismissive towards Lara or her other uncle was anyone’s guess. “You should see him when we’re home.”
Lara laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Yeah?”
“He’s on his best behavior here.” He easily downed what was left in his glass. “At home?” He shook his head, not bothering to say anything more—he knew his facial expression said more than enough.
Lara couldn’t do much of anything besides laugh at what Chepe was telling her. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, but it was so hard to picture when all she saw of her other uncle was how he always seemed to be when he came and visited them all for the short stints of time he was back in the states. It was usually business, or business-adjacent. Gilberto had never really made a habit of treating trips back home like vacations.
As she thought about it, Lara couldn’t help but to also think about the fact that she had never gone to visit them down in Cali. It had never even been discussed as an option. She understood why no one talked about it when she was a kid. But now? Now it hit her as she stood there in the middle of Chepe’s hotel room that there was nothing really stopping her from going. Sure, she might not have the money for a ticket right now but she knew that all she’d have to do was bat her eyes at Chepe and mention wanting to visit them in Colombia and he’d all but send a private jet to go and get her.
That was a discussion for another time. She was certain that she’d land herself in more than enough hot water with Bishop in regards to her uncles while they were all there. No use in creating problems about things that weren’t happening yet.
What was supposed to be a night out of getting into trouble ended up turning into the two of them staying in and catching up while raiding the miniature alcohol stash in Chepe’s hotel room. There would be plenty of time for going out and antics later. And, even if Chepe would never want to admit it out loud, the amount of traveling that he and Gilberto had done over the last few days was starting to hit him.
When Lara had mentioned that she was working as a hostess at a restaurant, the first question Chepe had asked, of course, was what restaurant. She told him the name despite the fact that he wouldn’t know what the place was. However it didn’t stop him from taking his phone out and looking it up while she continued to talk about the place.
“It’s actually,” she chuckled as she said it, pouring herself another drink, “a really nice spot.” She took a drink from the glass she’d just filled. “Way above my fucking paygrade.”
Chepe shot her a look. “Nothing is above your paygrade, Lalo.”
She laughed harder than she probably should’ve. “Says the guy staying in a hotel room that’s bigger than my apartment.”
“When do you work?” he asked, completely disregarding her statement. “We’ll stop by.”
“We?”
He nodded towards the wall that he shared with Gilberto’s room. “We have a meeting. Gilberto chose some place, but,” he waved his hand dismissively, “we’ll go here instead.”
Lara knew that if she was ever going to try and be nosey, now was the time. “Who’s the meeting with?”
Chepe sighed, like he wasn’t all that thrilled about it but it simply was what it was. “Obispo’s friend.”
Liquor almost came out of Lara’s nose at the statement. “Are you talking about Galindo?” Chepe gave her a confused look but nodded without saying anything else. She laughed. “God. Somewhere out there my dad just got chills.” She shook her head. “He and Galindo are not friends.”
“No?”
“No.” She took another sip of her drink. “I don’t know what their fucking deal is, but it’s not friendship. I’m surprised he still plays middleman with you guys, honestly.”
Now it was Chepe’s turn to laugh. “Like he’ll say no to Gilberto.”
Lara hummed in amusement, toying with the glass in her hand. “Yeah, what’s the deal there, anyway? The way Dad talks about him you’d think—” her sentence was cut short by the sound of Chepe’s phone vibrating against the counter in the kitchen.
Her nosey nature got the best of her as she craned her neck to try and see who was calling. She didn’t catch the name on the screen before Chepe swiped the phone, but she did see the photo that had popped up.
“Who is that?” she asked, eyes wide and smile wider.
“No one,” Chepe said dismissively as he shoved his phone into his pocket before sitting back down again.
Lara scoffed, collapsing on couch beside him. “Oh, come on. All these years and you never figured out how to FaceTime me but you managed to meet some girl on Tinder or something?”
He shook his head. “Tinder. I didn’t meet her on Tinder.”
“Where’d you meet her then?”
He put her into a playful headlock, managing not to spill her drink in the process. “Chismosa.”
Lara laughed as she weaseled her way out of his hold. “Runs in the family.” She paused, bumping her shoulder against his. “Spill it, Tío. You met Angel—fair is fair.”
“So he is your—”
“He’s not my anything,” she cut him short. “But if we’re all being nosey here, I think it’s only fair.”
Chepe talked his way out of it the same way he talked his way out of anything. It didn’t take much to get Lara onto a different track, the discussion moving onto other things. So much had changed since the last time they’d seen each other. More changes happened for Lara than him, as anyone would expect. It wasn’t something that he thought about on a day to day basis when he was home in Cali, but watching her talk animatedly as she paced around his hotel room, it hit him how long it’d really been. She was still a kid to him, but she was so much more grown up than she had been last time he saw her.
It was late into the night when Lara found herself back in the kitchen again, pouring herself what would end up being her last drink of the night. She chuckled as she slid the mostly-empty bottle away from her. “I shouldn’t drive home.”
Chepe chuckled but didn’t disagree. “Now who needs the Uber?”
“You’re gonna make me Uber home?” she feigned offense.
He shook his head, the expression on his face letting her know that she was being ridiculous. “You can stay here. Or make your malparido of a boyfriend come and—”
“Just because you keep saying it, doesn’t make it true,” she countered.
“If you called him,” he spoke, tone surprisingly level, “would he come get you?”
“Pfft,” she waved him off, “yeah. But my dad is essentially, like, his fucking boss. He’d be in such deep shit if he left me stranded somewhere and Dad found out I had called.”
“Mhm,” Chepe nodded but he knew better than to think that that was the sole motivation behind it.
“Why do you care? You don’t even like him.”
“I won’t like anyone,” Chepe said, so matter-of-factly before he laughed for a moment. “But he should still be good to you. Or the alleyway he’s worried about will be the least of his problems.”
“Tío!” Lara said with a laugh.
That was the last that either of them said about it. Lara was of minimal help as they transformed the sofa into a bed, but they still managed to get it done. Chepe was gathering pillows and a blanket, fully intent on letting Lara take the real bed and resigning himself to the makeshift one that would undoubtedly leave him with back problems in the morning. When he turned around, though, Lara was already sprawled out, trying to wrestle one of the cushions into doubling as a pillow.
Chepe laughed, not wanting to fight her about it. Instead, he threw the blanket over her and handed her one of the pillows. It wasn’t long until she was hunkered down and on the brink of falling right to sleep. Once she was settled, Chepe went and checked all the locks on the door and the windows. He turned the lamps and the lights off as he went.
He was about to lie down himself when he heard Lara’s phone buzzing on the coffee table that they’d temporarily moved off to the side. Just as nosey as his niece, Chepe looked to see who it was that was reaching out to her. He was surprised to see Bishop being the one in her notifications, although maybe he shouldn’t have been. There were a few missed texts from him, but before Chepe could even try to read what they were, Bishop was calling.
He answered without giving it a second thought. He kept his voice just below his usual talking volume, not that it seemed like Lara was going to be much of a light sleeper for the night. “Obispo.”
There was a pause, and Chepe could picture the confused look on Bishop’s face. His confusion didn’t stop the frustration in his voice. “Where the fuck is Lara?”
“With me.”
“Not good enough,” Bishop shot back. “Where are you?”
Now it was Chepe’s turn to be annoyed. “The hotel. Why do you need to know—”
“You don’t get to ask me that.” Bishop didn’t want to get into this conversation with Chepe. “When she wakes up tell her to call me. She can’t keep fuckin’ doing this.”
“I’m not telling her that,” he said simply.
“What?”
Chepe shrugged even though Bishop couldn’t see it. “I’m not telling her. Goodnight, Obispo.”
“Chepe!” Bishop snapped. “Don’t you fuckin—”
Chepe never heard the rest of what Bishop had to say, hanging up the call before he got the rest of the sentence out. He chuckled and shook his head to himself, knowing that he would be asking Lara what that was all about when they were both up in the morning. In the meantime, though, Chepe put her phone on silent and finally made his way to bed.
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Contaminated (10/?)
Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa
EZ Reyes x OC Frankie Loza
A/N: It has been a minute, y’all. But enjoy this lil update I’ve had in my docs for a bit. Just needed to edit and proof read it. This is just a little fun for the youngins before we get into the real draaaaama. Enjoy!
For a refresh, all the chapter links are in the below link!
Chapter Index
TW: 18+, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol.
Word Count: 3.2k
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The group of them had potentially driven about 100 miles in the past hour and a half, listening to music, stopping on the side of the road to pee, listening to Angel bitch about how they should’ve taken their bikes, hear the clinking of Lara’s empties, watch Coco regret his decision to come, all while EZ and Frankie swooned over each other. But now, they were at what was probably one destination of many.
“You’re getting this. You’re totally getting this.” Lara held up the shirt that read “never underestimate an old man who rides a motorcycle” in a really cringey font.
“Old man?” Angel scoffed.
“I think it’s real fitting,” Coco hit Angel on the chest as he squeezed past him towards where Lara was in the aisle of the thrifted clothing store.
“Not funny,” Angel mocked.
Coco was laughing as he reached his hand out to get a sip of the pint of alcohol Lara had pulled out to drink. Just as she was grabbing it back from him after his few swigs, Coco pulled it away.
“You mind if I actually take this with me? I’ma go roam the mall or some shit while you all restock your closets,” Coco took a few steps backwards.
“You’re not slick,” Lara rolled her eyes, still with the hanger of the motorcycle shirt in her hand. As she dismissed Coco she turned back around to see Angel was gone– smart move on his part, removing himself from the situation to avoid any more slick comments but Lara didn’t care. She made her way to the register and paid for the shirt and quickly made her way back to the group that was still in the store.
“Red really ain’t your color, bro,” Angel said with a chuckle towards EZ as Frankie held up a red polo shirt against his chest.
“Good thing no one asked you,” Frankie remarked back, giving Angel a stank face.
“I have to agree with Angel, I think the forest green one would be better,” Lara spoke up as she approached. She moved behind one of the racks that stood as aisle separators and leaned her head over the metal bar and rested it on top of the hangers.
Frankie switched arms, moving the green shirt back over EZ’s chest to get a look. After a couple head tilts, she shook her head in agreement, “Lara’s right. Green it is.”
“Look at you miss fashionista,” Angel looked over at the girl. “You should shop for everyone,” he joked but instantly regretted it as the bag was being tossed into his arms.
“Yup, and it seems like I already got started,” she said as she walked by him as his shoulders dropped in defeat as he saw what she bought for him.
Before Angel could make a comment Lara was cutting him off. “C’mon, Coco took my emotional support alcohol, I need to find a place that will either let me get a replacement bottle or hold me over until I can get one.”
“You sound like you need to go to AA,” Angel said as he caught up with the girl as they exited the store. Lara stood right outside the entrance and carefully looked over each store in the strip mall, although it was dark, it still wasn’t too late so things were still open. Her eyes glossed over the ice cream shop along with the 24/7 gym, she didn’t even bother getting a look at the stores that had their lights shut off. Continuing, her eyes moved over the neon lights in the short distance a little too fast before they were jolting back as if she was rewinding a tape.
“Bingo.” She mumbled as she looked across the street at the building that was lit up in red, purple, and blue neon lights. What really caught her eye was the sign that was flashing. It wasn’t the name of the bar, it wasn’t even the sign that displayed their house beer, it had a saying on it. She squinted for a moment to get a good look at the words before smiling.
Now look, Lara was going to go across the street regardless, no matter what she had or hadn’t seen. It was a bar, they had liquor, and she needed liquor. Simple as that. But when she read the sign she knew it was meant to be.
Live a life you will remember. But tonight, live in a moment you’re probably going to forget.
She began to make her way across the street, looking back over her shoulder when she heard a car door close to see Angel now in close tow after throwing the bag from the thrift store in her car.
The bouncer at the door was a unique touch, not something she was used to back in Santo Padre, but once they both entered into the bar she got why. It was packed, the lights were bright and were definitely one of many things that brought the heat up in that place. The music was loud, but good. The atmosphere had everything going for it that would be repulsive to anyone else. But to Lara, it was inviting. The stickiness in the air from the sweat of bodies that were dancing so close, the smell of weed and alcohol was a combination she thought she was familiar with but without the mixed aroma of mixed drinks it brought a completely different vibe. There was the sound of hip hop with a touch of pop and even a little top 40 action, something she’d never hear at the clubhouse or any bar in a 40 mile radius of the clubhouse. It was new. It was fresh. It was a place where Lara could be free.
The two of them made their way to the bar, she felt herself starting to sober up and once she caught a glimpse of where the drinks were being poured, that was her first stop. As they approached, Lara saw the familiar long black hair and Mayans kutte leaning over the bar holding a green bottle of beer.
“Funny seeing you here,” Lara yelled over the music at Coco who nodded at her and Angel.
“What the fuck is this place, bro?” Angel asked Coco as he propped his elbow on the bar to Coco’s left while Lara made herself comfortable on the corner seat on Coco’s right.
“A dream.” Lara answered for Coco as she looked around before catching the bartender's attention.
“Tequila, on the rocks, two limes, keep it coming.” She yelled, placing cash down.
That first sip of her drink was like the moment she walked into the bar, shocking, warm, but most of all inviting. Lara finished the full glass just as fast as it was poured for her and was ordering another as her body mindlessly swayed to the music. The three of them sat there, silent towards each other but in the loud atmosphere of the club. Just as she was finishing her third? Maybe fourth– Lara had lost count, she clocked her best friend.
“Frankie!” Her voice echoed, which is how you knew it was a loud bellow. It alerted the two Mayans at the bar who were now joined by EZ.
“Cool place you found,” Frankie said in the girl’s ear, grabbing her friend’s drink from her hand and taking a large gulp.
“Keep it, I have another one coming, I made friends with the bartender, his name is Franky too!” Lara was yelling, not just to be heard over the bass and the crowds but because she was in fact, officially back to being drunk.
Franky, the bartender was holding up another drink and giving it to the Losa girl with a smile on his face and took the last of the cash Lara had left on the table.
“Come on, let’s go dance, I’ve been dying to,” Lara grabbed the drink and took Frankie’s hand with her free one, dragging her to the dance floor.
The girl moved to the beat of the song, her backside moving against her best friend’s front as they danced on each other. Now the stickiness of alcohol was spilled on their bodies, not just from their own glasses but others around them as well, although it could have been mixed with the stickiness of sweat as well. Lara turned around to face the girl with a laugh, letting the beat carry her away as she got low to the ground and brought herself back up. The two of them soaked up every moment of every song that kept playing. They powered through the eventual pain in their feet as they both were enjoying their time together way too much.
“I’ll be right back, I gotta pee!” Lara grabbed Frankie’s face and talked into her ear since both of their hearing now was practically gone by being so close to the speakers.
Meanwhile, back at the bar the guys were casually drinking and chatting. Coco getting more fed up by the atmosphere as time went on and more people were bumping into him causing him to spill his drink.
He cut the brothers off mid conversation. “I’m goin’ to have a smoke, can’t take this shit anymore.” The stool was being pushed out but over the sound of the DJ there was no way to hear it. Angel and EZ let the man go and brought themselves closer to the bar, turning to watch the dance floor, specifically the two girls they came here with.
“So you decide to make the move yet?” EZ spoke up with a smirk as he sipped his beer.
“Not this shit again man,” Angel whined.
“Yea, I didn’t think you’d be a coward for this long,” EZ was now enticing his brother. He expected Angel to get angry, storm away, hell, even hit him. But shockingly he didn’t.
“Alright, real question. Hypothetically.” Angel looked over at EZ as he said the last word to really drive that point home. “It’s the prez’s daughter. Ain’t no way something like that could happen.” Angel shook his head and looked forward again.
EZ took a minute to think how to reply, he wasn’t expecting Angel to want to have a real moment in the middle of this club.
“I mean, Frankie and I make it happen.” He shrugged, thinking of more to say.
“Hank and Bishop are two way different people. At the end of the day, Lara and Bishop got a lot of baggage between them and I’m not sure if I want to get in the middle of that.” Angel said. “Hypothetically.” He quickly added to his statement as he looked back over at EZ.
“Honestly, Angel. You’re already in the middle of it. Hypothetically, of course.” EZ grinned.
Angel rolled his eyes and finished his drink before pushing EZ.
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll be back I gotta take a piss.” He laughed as he retreated to the bathroom.
He opened the bathroom door and froze when he saw Lara who had been dancing in the bathroom to the music as she washed her hands.
At the sound of the music getting louder as the door opened she looked to see Angel at the door. A laugh escaped the minute she saw him, it was so ironic.
“We gotta stop meeting like this,” she chuckled as she grabbed the paper towel. She moved close to Angel, closing the space in between them, any attempt to hide or stop the tension between them was long gone on Lara’s side. Any hope of that was lost after her 6th drink.
Angel wanted to feed into it, but he wasn’t nearly as drunk and he still had a lot of hesitancy especially from just coming out of that conversation with EZ. His hand moved up and was about to cup her face but instead he fixed a stray hair and tucked it behind the girl’s ear before pushing him past her.
“I gotta take a leak.” He said perfectly spoiling the moment. Lara stood there frozen a little embarrassed at putting herself out there like that but pulled herself together and left the bathroom without another word.
“Way to go, fuck up.” Angel mumbled to himself as he was relieving himself and heard the bathroom door open and shut.
When he came back out Lara clearly decided to take her anger out on someone in the club, because he saw a bit of commotion going on and Lara was at the center of it. Surprisingly, even over the music he could hear her voice getting an attitude with some man who clearly had no issue serving it back to her.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but we told you to leave us alone,” Lara was barking at the tall man who was clearly angry at the situation or the rejection he experienced that Lara was now broadcasting to the surrounding crowd.
Angel quickly made his way over before the situation escalated and stood in between the two, looking directly at Lara.
“Yo, chill out.”
Three words. That’s all he gave Lara in this moment but his eyes were speaking more than he was.
“Nah, this guy was trying to put his hands all up on the both of us. I’m not gonna ch–”
“Lara, for the love of God, please, let’s just go to the bar and cool off.” Angel was surprisingly trying to deescalate the situation which annoyed Lara. She kept a frown on her face and gave him a stank look but had full intentions of listening to his advice and moving to the bar. She hadn’t had a refill in a while and could use one so there was that silver lining to this whole commotion. But then the guy spoke up.
“Yea, listen to your little biker bitch and move along.” The mans words were sharp and venomous, like he wanted to cut through both of them. It was honestly a stupid move, insulting the man who he didn’t know who was essentially trying to help him out.
Lara’s face grew with a smirk as she looked up at Angel, knowing how he was going to respond like they knew each other for an entire lifetime.
“See you at the car?” She laughed and began to search for Frankie’s hand.
“Yea, I’ll see you at the car.” Angel said nodding, now in a completely different headspace.
Lara began to make her way to the door, it got rather easy as everyone’s attention was now on the commotion behind them.
EZ’s eyes were glancing over to see the girl’s running to the exit and then they darted over to the commotion.
Everything was slow motion, Angel’s arm was like a slingshot, moving backwards to gain momentum and then jolting forwards to meet in line with someone’s face. EZ was going to make his way over until he saw the unlucky man who was now knocked unconscious on the ground and figured heading out was the best option.
The girls were laughing as they pulled each other out of the club at a decent speed, passing Coco who was leaned against the building smoking what was probably his 5th cigarette in a row. If they didn’t catch his attention, EZ did as he called out to them.
“What the fuck happened?!”
Before either of them could answer Angel was running out of the club.
“Go, go, go, go, go, go!!!!” He called out gaining speed. The group of them quickly piled into the car at his eagerness as well as the crowd of security that was closely behind him. They all ran across the street, it was now well into the night and there wasn’t much traffic so it was easy to escape. Coco was quick to understand and was the first in the car surprisingly, while EZ was the second. Both of them had better reflexes from all the unexpected club shit they had experienced. EZ was pulling the car out of the spot, fast but precise and slammed on the brakes to let the remaining 3 jump into the car. All of them taking the seats they had on the way down. As EZ pulled away, everyone took a second to catch their breath and look behind them to see if they were being followed. Lara was the first to let out a laugh as she saw one of the bouncers attempting to chase after them on foot.
“Faster, EZ!!!” She laughed as she opened the sunroof to plop her upper half out of.
“I”m trying Lara but you don’t exactly drive a sports car!”
Lara stuck her middle fingers up at the bouncer and her tongue out of her mouth once she knew there was no way he would catch up.
“See ya never, motherfucker!” She yelled followed by a scream to let the wind take her voice high and her hair shook out.
Angel had to laugh at the girl, she was crazy and if anyone could appreciate that it was him.
“What the fuck was that?” Coco asked the boys as Lara re-situated herself in the vehicle.
“Some motherfucker wanted to get mouthy,” Angel offered up an explanation.
“So Angel knocked him out.” Frankie smiled and turned her head at the whole back seat.
“What a rush.” Lara smiled and settled into her seat.
“Yea, let’s never do it again.” EZ said with a laugh since most of the weight was on him to get them out of there.
The group pulled back into the clubhouse a few hours later, half of them were asleep, but Lara stayed wide awake. Her brain was thinking about everything, even when it would wander off into other thoughts, it’d always find its way back to the two things weighing heaviest on her. The Calaveras and Bishop.
“We’re back,” EZ whispered to Frankie as he parked the car in the clubhouse lot.
She stirred awake and mumbled under her breath. “Can we crash in your trailer? I'm too tired to take the bike home.”
EZ laughed and exited the car and grabbed the girl from the car, carrying her fireman style. “Yea, we can crash here.”
“You guys good?” EZ called out to the group, Coco was already making his way to his bike and just offered a quick nod.
“Remind me never to do this shit with you guys again,” he said seriously before following it up with a smile as he started his bike. Lara was climbing out of the car with a chuckle and then turned to EZ.
“Thanks for driving, prospect. Take care of her, she’s going to be sick as fuck in the morning,” Lara said knowing the girl like the back of her hand.
EZ nodded, “Can’t wait. You need anything?” He looked at his brother who was groggily getting out of the car.
“Nah, we’re fine.” He looked at Lara. “You wanna crash at the clubhouse?” He tilted his head at the club.
“Actually, if you’re up for it, maybe we could take a ride.” She said looking directly at Angel. They were standing at two opposite sides of the car, staring at each other.
“I’ll let you guys be,” EZ smirked and disappeared in the lot towards his trailer with Frankie.
Angel wanted to argue it but he could see from the girl’s eyes she needed something so he agreed.
“I can drive, I’m sober now. I didn’t drink much at the club, only like 2 beers and I slept it off in the car.” He explained.
The next words out of Lara’s mouth shocked her, “Let’s take the bike.”
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Contaminated (11/?)
Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa
A/N: Did I put Guy’s Grocery Games callout in this fic because I’ve been binge watching season by season for the past week? yes. and i’d do it again lol.
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TW: 18+, mentions of sex, murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol.
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Lara rolled over and groaned. The sun wasn’t exactly up yet but the orange and yellow tones were starting to peek through the window causing her to stir awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she realized she didn’t recognize where she was. Her heart dropped and she quickly made notice of her surroundings. The minute she saw Angel to her right, she felt a breath of relief escape her mouth before letting reality set in.
Of course, she ended up at Angel’s house. Her next move was to notice he didn’t have a shirt on and she was miraculously missing her other clothes too. Her eyes shut, the sigh she was letting out was in defeat. There was nothing she could do about any of this now, except settle her mind on the fact that she slept with Angel. Again.
Luckily, Angel was a deep sleeper. This allowed Lara to grab what she could around her to get dressed and get out without having to deal with, well, Angel and everything this situation entailed. She didn’t pay mind to what she was putting on, she just needed to cover up so she could get to her car and get home.
Lara had successfully maneuvered her way out of the house and into her car but when she was met with a picture of her and her best friend in the sun visor, thats when more of reality hit her.
“Frankie. Fuck.” She thought to herself as she checked the clock in her car. 7:29AM.
Her eyes looked down to notice she was wearing Angel’s tank top. A deep sigh escaped from her mouth. If Frankie was home, she would have known immediately what happened. If not for leaving with Angel and coming back home in the morning, but what would seal the deal was the fact Lara was wearing his shirt. She banged her head against the headrest of her car a couple times before she came to a realization. Frankie had stayed at EZ’s, there was a really good chance she wasn’t home yet, and Lara would take those odds. With that, she quickly sped through the early morning light traffic that Santo Padre had to get home.
Now, Frankie finding out wouldn’t have been the end of the world. It was her best friend, and if anything, she was dating EZ, she’d get it. But that was the thing, Frankie and EZ knew what they were doing, they had mutually agreed to being a couple. All Angel and Lara had mutually agreed on was sex, and even that was strictly consent based, there had been no conversation about labels, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, none of that. If anything, Lara expected things to go back to how they were years ago when they first had sex. Angel ignoring her and Lara making life hell for him. It was the only logical explanation, plus history tended to repeat itself, right?
There’s a saying that when you leave it to chance, all of the sudden you don’t have any luck left. Well, in this case, that was a lie. Lara pulled up to her house and quietly tip toed her way through. As she trekked down the hallway, she glanced into Frankie’s room since the door was open. Empty. She hadn’t been home. Her head dropped back as she smiled and then made her way to her room.
After a quick shower and a short lived nap, Lara was being woken up by the ringing of her cellphone on her nightstand.
She let out a grumble instead of a pleasantry for whoever was on the line.
“Come to the clubhouse in about an hour. We need to talk.” Bishop’s voice said not even bothering to comment on her grumpiness.
Who needed alarm clocks or roosters when the eerie call of your father who sounded just about ready to kill someone did just the same thing.
Lara shot up out of bed, “El que?” The shock had been so real that she flipped to Spanish like it had been her first language.
“10:30. The Club. It’ll just be for a few minutes.” Bishop said still with the same firmness in his tone. He didn’t give her a chance to respond, just hung up leaving Lara in bed, hungover, half asleep, wondering what what going on.
Her head began to fill with thoughts as she drove down to the clubhouse. Had her Dad solved the issue? Had he dug himself deeper? Had he dug the club deeper? Had he fucked up? Was he sending her away for good? The thoughts weren’t going to stop, she thought by stopping for coffee, it would give her something to enjoy but the caffeine just made her spiral more, until she started to drive down the dirt road towards the club.
That was the funny thing about getting behind that metal fence, it ironically felt safe. It felt quiet. It felt calm. There was a peace to knowing that all of the people here would have her back, not just because she was the El Presidente’s daughter but because they all did genuinely care about her.
The yard was packed, there had to be 2 times the amount of bikes there. For the first time, Lara hadn’t recognized half of them, but she did recognize one of them.
Tio Marcus. Curses flooded her brain as her thoughts went back to being extremely negative. Lara now stood in front of the club, staring at all the bikes. The feeling of safety was still there but it was being pushed to the back burner. Nervousness, anxiety, pressure, and the most prominent, scared. All words she’d use to describe her thoughts right now. She would give anything to go back to last night, where nothing mattered. But instead, she was here, while reality started to hit her like a brick.
“Lara!” A voice said from behind her causing her to jump and get startled.
“Sorry,” EZ grinned getting a bit of enjoyment out of startling her.
“Yea, the sympathy is dripping off you.” Lara rested her hand on her chest to catch her breath. “How’s Frankie doing?”
EZ’s grinned stayed plastered on his face, “back asleep, I gave her Tylenol, a granola bar, and a gallon of water to keep her hydrated while I’m on prospect duties,” he explained, “planning to bring her lunch later.”
Lara nodded as he talked.
“I didn’t expect to see you here so early,” EZ added as they stood in front of the clubhouse.
“Came to talk to Bish.” She pointed inside.
With a nod, EZ began walking towards the building, Lara in tow, “They’re in templo.” he informed her.
Lara froze for a minute. “All of them?” She pointed towards the bikes, “do you know why they’re all here? What’s going on?” Lara was starting to spiral.
EZ turned to face her and pointed at the prospect patch on his kutte, “Your guess is as good as mine.” And with that he entered the club.
That was a lie. Lara’s guess was most definitely way better than EZ’s, but she also didn’t want to believe it. With a deep breath, she followed behind EZ and just as she entered the club, templo was over and the large amount of Mayans were exiting the room. None of them looked twice at the girl, or even once for that matter, not even the ones that she had known. It made her think that maybe whatever this was about had nothing to do with her, it was just some larger club business, which Lara would gladly accept. She was turning now towards the templo doors that were still open, sneaking a peak to see that the head patch members were still in there. She managed to get a glimpse of Bishop and Marcus before the doors closed again.
Lara didn’t have enough time to sigh because in the next second Angel was in front of her.
“Sup?”
Lara was frowning, there was so much going on in her head at this moment, everything with the Calaveras and Bishop and now Angel, who was standing in front of her, neutral faced, talking to her like nothing happened.
“Sup?” She repeated his question. While she was really questioning it, Angel took it as she was genuinely asking.
“You left your shirt at my house,” he smirked.
It was said at a whisper which made Lara smirk but she was still a bit confused.
“Maybe you can come by later and pick it up,” he shrugged trying to keep a cool composure.
Lara was honestly shocked, she hadn’t expected Angel to give her the time of day and here he was trying to get her to come over again. It was better than the last time, and honestly, she was on board, so she went with it.
“I took yours by mistake this morning.”
“Yea, mistake.” Angel nodded.
“Hungover, half asleep, you know, wasn't paying much attention.” Lara smirked.
“Right, totally makes sense.” Angel nodded.
“I mean, if you want I can stop by tonight, pick mine up, drop yours off.” Lara continued.
“That works,” Angel faked like he was thinking pretty hard.
“See you tonight, then.” Lara turned as she saw the templo doors open.
She didn’t have a moment to process what really happened, she was already focused on the main reason she was here.
Marcus had walked by her, offering nothing but a nod, but Lara could tell there was something off with the way he looked at her, he normally would stop and chat, but this time he was leaving before she could even wave. Her eyes moved towards the next few people that passed by, president patches from the other clubs, offering her no glance or acknowledgement. Finally, Bishop walked out and they made eye contact.
There was so much tension between them. Lara felt it. Bishop felt it.
“Come on, let’s go outside.” He said and before Lara could argue he was already halfway out the door.
They stood against the railing of the porch, watching Marcus get on his bike and leave. Once he was gone, Bishop spoke up.
“If you get any notes, any calls, any in person run ins, any fuckin’ morse code messages for all I care, you tell me immediately. You don’t wait till you see me, you call me immediately. I don’t care if you think it’s not from them, I want to know. I want you home by 10, everyday, if you’re working, me or one of the guys will follow you home. No more going out to God knows where with God knows who.” Bishop was firm in his words.
Lara opened her mouth to argue.
“I’m not done.” Bishop didn’t even look at her. “If there’s so much as a fuckin post it note on your car, I’m putting someone on you 24/7. I’m not going to lose you over this.” His eyes were still staring straight off.
The urge to argue was gone. Lara knew there was no version of this conversation where she’d end up winning or getting anything that she wanted out of this. So she decided to go the route where she metaphorically punched him in the gut. After a long pause and a deep breath, Lara spoke up.
“You lost me a long time ago, Bishop.” She began to take a couple steps down the stairs. “Don’t worry, if one of the Calaveras sends pigeon mail to me you’ll be the first to know.” She called out now that she was further away.
Bishop stood there, ruminating on her first words. You lost me a long time ago. Bishop. Bishop. She used his first name. Which wasn’t uncommon; she had used his name before, especially when talking to other people, but this was different. He heard the sting behind her tone, he felt it. But regardless his number one concern was her safety. And that’s what he was doing. That’s what he was always doing. Whether he was doing it right or not.
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Before Lara knew it, it was night time. She briefly checked in with Frankie earlier in the day and she was spending another night at EZ’s. There were pros and cons to that. For one, it meant that she had no one to talk to about what happened. This wasn’t something she wanted to explain over text, but she also needed to explain the audacity of Bishop, and maybe get a dose of reality from Frankie but either way she just needed that support. On the other side, it meant that EZ and Frankie would be occupied tonight, which made sneaking to Angel’s, well, less sneaky.
Which is what brought her where she currently was. Sitting in front of Angel’s house. It was a little intimidating if she was being honest with herself. They had a history, and she wasn’t sure if she fully trusted him yet. But there was something there. There always was. It was also different this time around, for a multiple of reasons. She felt more vulnerable, which was likely because of everything happening with The Calaveras and Bishop and yet the butterflies were on level 10.
Lara knew if she sat there any longer, she’d psych herself out. So she grabbed his shirt which was in the passenger seat and made her way to his front door and knocked.
Angel opened the door and it was one of the first times she saw him (outside of their intimate interactions), without a kutte on since their first time meeting. She was taken aback a bit which is why she paused after his greeting but quickly recovered.
“Your shirt.” She lifted up the tank and kept eye contact with him.
“Right. My shirt.” He smiled and opened the door more and nodded to invite her in.
She stepped inside, even though she was there in the morning, there wasn’t really much time to look around and take in his place like she could now. It looked like a frat boy’s house. Random flags and signage, old black leather furniture, a mini fridge even though the kitchen was not too far. It was very, Angel which gave her a bit of a giggle.
“Nice place.” Lara was still looking around.
Their conversation hadn’t gone past 4 words a piece, yet.
“Ain’t much, but it’s home.” Angel shrugged, moving to the mini fridge and grabbing beers for the both of them.
Okay 5 words. They were getting somewhere.
Angel approached Lara with the beers, startling her a bit. “Oh, no, I’m not drinking tonight.” She shook her head and pushed the beer away a bit.
Angel’s eyebrows raised in shock, he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard Lara Losa turn down a drink before. He wasn’t going to push her, though. He nodded and went into the kitchen and grabbed two waters.
“You don’t have to not drink just because I’m not.” Lara grabbed the water from him.
“Nah, it’s cool. I still feel like I’m fighting a hangover anyways.” Angel shrugged and plopped down on the couch. Lara nodded and stood awkwardly still looking around his house.
“You can sit down, you know.” Angel tilted his head next to him.
Lara hesitated before she moved to sit next to him, letting her mind go a mile a minute before pushing every thought to the back of her mind and sitting down on the couch to his left.
“It doesn’t have to be awkward.” Angel said as he turned the TV on to have some background noise. “I had a good time with you last night, even before we came back here.” Angel boldly said.
The girl wasn’t expecting that from Angel, and he definitely wasn’t either, which is why he started to back pedal. “But whatever you wanna do, you know. We can act like nothing happened, go back to how things were, you know.”
“Is that what you want?” Lara turned to face him even though he was nervously staring at the TV, “to go back to how things were between us?”
Angel should have thought before he spoke, but that rarely ever happened so he just blurted out something. “Whatever you wanna do, you know?” He shrugged like they were talking about traffic or the weather not the situation between the two of them.
Lara in that moment felt her confidence overtake her. She saw through Angel’s charades and knew that the power was in her hands, it was up to her, and that made Lara thrive.
“I think the sex is too good to go back to how things were” Lara smiled.
Angel’s head snapped to her, stunned at her words but managed to let a smile build on his face.
Lara’s nostrils flared as she tried to hold back her laugh as they stared at each other before they both let a belly cackle out.
“So what are we watching?” Lara got comfortable on the couch, the two of them weren’t touching yet, but it was progress from when she first got there.
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It had been 4 hours since Lara first arrived, she was currently sprawled out on the couch, her shoes off, swimming in one of Angel’s hoodies, and cuddled up next to the man.
“I can’t believe we’ve been watching Guy’s Grocery Games for the past 4 hours.” Lara said as she checked her phone, 9:27PM and a notification from Bishop.
9:26PM Bishop Losa: Home. 10PM. Don’t forget.
“I mean, it’s the superstar challenge, we gotta see it through,” Angel said as he innocently looked down seeing the message on her phone but quickly looking away.
“Wish we could but, I gotta get out of here. Plus this is the last episode on for the rest of the night,” Lara leaned over to the coffee table and grabbed the remote and pressed the button that allowed the tv guide to pop up. “See, Kitchen Nightmares is on next.” Her body fell back into his.
“Man, I fuckin’ hate that show.” Angel said, wrapping his arm around the girl effortlessly as her head rested on his chest. “Makes me never want to go to a fuckin’ restaurant ever again.” He shivered.
“You easily have 4 different kinds of takeout in your fridge as we speak, Angel. That’s never happening.” She went to stand up.
“You leavin’ already?” Angel changed the subject.
“Yea, gotta get home.” Lara said leaving the rest to be interpreted, but Angel wasn’t going to let her go that quickly.
“Bishop got you on a time clock?” He frowned, he didn’t get up or even change his position on the couch.
“You shoulder surfing?” Lara frowned realizing he had read her text.
“Didn’t mean to,” he adjusted his posture and was now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
“What do you know?” Lara asked, sitting on the wooden table so the two were eye to eye.
This was the million dollar question, what did he know. What was she going to share. Were they going to trust each other.
The answer was yes, but also no.
“I know Bishop’s got some personal shit going on that he brought to the table.” Angel started, trying to tiptoe around the templo meeting this morning.
“Bishop?” Lara frowned and nodded. “Sure let’s go with that.” Lara wanted to leave it at that, but she couldn’t. “I get that what happens in templo is sacred, blood brothers, secret spit handshakes and all that shit, but I know Bishop said my name at that table this morning. What do you know?”
Angel thought about it, this was the first time they were hanging out as whatever they were and he was already seeing the consequences of messing with the club president’s daughter.
“You know I can’t tell you about templo, but I can tell you that Bishop is serious about keeping you safe.”
Lara nodded, “So you know that I have to be home by 10.”
“I didn’t know that, but it makes sense. I know there’s some shit that went down with The Calaveras and I know that the day I saw you at the main square you were having issues with someone wearing a Calaveras rocker.” Angel shared, hoping that would be enough. He knew a little more, but there was a line he had to tow when it came to this.
“So observant.” Lara sarcastically joked.
“What happened?” Angel asked, now flipping the interrogation onto the girl.
“I used to date one of the guys from The Calaveras, bad breakup, they’re taking it out on Bishop.” Lara told a partial truth.
Angel didn’t push for more, he just stood and stuck his hand out to the girl who stared at it for a minute before taking it in her own.
“Well, I guess we better get you home before the clock strikes midnight, Cinderella.”
“10, and I think I’m more of a Mulan.” Lara said with her hand wrapped in Angel’s who looked at her a bit confused.
“Disobeying my father, but still fighting for his honor, you know.” Lara grinned.
Angel took the bait that Lara probably didn’t even realize she left. “Well if you’re disobeying, you might want to go to my bedroom.” Her eyes went wide in shock not expecting Angel to be so bold. “To get your clothes, from this morning.” He smiled even harder knowing he had made the girl blush with her assumption.
“Right, my clothes.” Her head moved up and down as she stepped away from the tall man and inched her way to his bedroom. “You know I think I might need your help to find them.” She turned to him with a fake confused look on her face.
“Well, you know me, I’m a helper.” Angel’s shoulders shrugged and followed her through the house.
“I sure do.” Lara laughed as their hands intertwined and they disappeared into the room.
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Contaminated (9/?)
Bishop Losa!Dad x OC Lara Barrera Losa
Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa
EZ Reyes x OC Frankie Loza
A/N: Hi....how y’all doing? Okay. I know. It’s been a minute. Life has been crazy and then I got hit with inspo for some other stories I’ve been working on. BUT we’re back, baby! Lara still lives rent free in my head and please believe me when I tell you I got plans for this girl. Thanks so much for being understanding and patient. Enjoy this update!
Chapter Index
TW: 18+, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol. ANGST. We are getting VERY angsty.
Word Count: 2k words
Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0 @lyly00
Meet me at the house. We need to talk. Now.
The message was brief, it was to the point and she could hear Bishop’s frustration behind every one of the typed words. She stared at it for a while before offering up a simple reply...
okay.
After that, Lara took a couple minutes to sit at the edge of her bed and just contemplate what had happened the night before. Waking up this morning, she had hoped everything had been a dream, even down to her encounter with the Calaveras, but as she continued to sit on the edge of her bed the more she realized she couldn’t hide from the reality of things anymore.
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“You haven’t looked that happy in fuckin’ years!!!” Lara yelled at Bishop from across the kitchen.
To say their conversation wasn’t going well was probably an understatement. The irritation was felt from both sides immediately when Lara showed up at his house, even despite her bearing apology gifts of coffee and breakfast.
“Don’t raise your fuckin’ voice at me.” Bishop barked back with a tone just as raised.
They had been arguing from the moment they stepped into each other's presence. The things said were a build up of years of tension, years of unspoken emotions and thoughts all bottled into this breaking point.
“Real swell, comin’ from you, pops,” the girl didn’t hesitate to match his attitude back.
‘When Sophie called me to tell me you got attacked in the fuckin’ street–”
“What?” Lara frowned at the realization that she freaked out on Angel for no reason.
“Sophie called me and told me what happened, she must’ve seen it from her shop, I just– when did we start keeping secrets like that?” Bishop questions.
“When did we start keeping secrets?” Lara repeated with shock and laughter in her voice. Her eyebrows raised and her head began to shake as the next statement readied up in her mind. “Like father, like daughter, I guess.” She felt completely shocked at the man’s words; she wasn’t holding anything back.
Bishop choked a laugh out as he shook his head, bringing his hand up to his mouth to rub his chin in thought. He turned around and threw open a drawer and pulled out a note and slammed it on the table. He pointed at it while his hand shook.
“Alright here, no secrets, go ahead, read it,” he nodded towards it.
Lara grabbed it aggressively and flattened out the piece of paper, still keeping her eyes on Bishop for more of an answer about what it is he was giving her.
“It’s the mail Chucky gave you, to give me, the other day.”
Her eyes moved down to the note, the handwriting was vicious looking and there wasn’t much to read in the first place.
“This isn’t a fuckin’ game. Your family problem just became a club problem...heads are about to roll. And if this isn’t clear enough, we’re coming for you. Ojo por ojo, sangre por sangre.”
“This?” Lara scoffed. “What pussies, it’s a fucking letter.” The paper was thrown back on the table, along with the weight of its words.
“Yea, they’re built fuckin’ different Lara, they’re crazy,” he took a breath and was going to bite back his next words but let them roll off his tongue no issue. “You out of everyone should know that, you dated and killed one.”
The way the mention of murder was so casual, so lighthearted, hurt Lara more than she cared to admit. But being a Losa through and through she just buried that emotion and spewed out more attitude.
“Fuck you,” She let those words fall out of her mouth just as easy as Bishop’s previous ones.
“Don’t disrespect me like that in my own home, I fuckin’ helped you, after not hearing from you for months, I showed up, no questions asked!” Bishop yelled.
“Congratulations for acting like a father!!! Do you want a cookie? Maybe a bottle of whiskey seems more fitting. Yay! Bishop Losa finally stepped up as a father, everyone!!” Lara yelled louder.
Bishop stood frozen at the girl’s words.
“I was happy when you decided to stay, despite my dreaded fuckin thoughts of what could happen. I wanted to get to know you, help you..,” Bishop started to finish his sentence but Lara didn’t let him get another word in.
“Get to know me? You’ve kept me at arms length since day 1.”
“To help you!!” Bishop snapped.
“Okay fine, you wanna get to know me? I’m fucking contaminated. I can’t be helped. I guess I get that from you, the good ol’ Losa way, stuck in this contaminated fuckin’ cursed town letting it suck the life out of you. I thought I could get you to change, I really did,” Lara scoffed again. The tears were pouring from her face now but her voice was steady. “But I was wrong, you can’t change. Aiden died and took every last redeeming bit of you with him. Lucky for you, when I go, there will be nothing left of you to lose out on. You can put all your focus on the club.”
“Lara..” Bishop’s voice was soft as he reached out for her.
“Don’t. I’ll do whatever you need me to do regarding this fucking shit since I’m the one that brought you into this, but once you’re done, we’re done.”
“Lara..” Bishop said again, reaching for her as she stormed to the door.
She stopped after she propped the door open, her hand resting on it as she stared at the picture hanging on the wall. “You know, I think you forget that I lost him too,” her eyes bounced to him for a second but she knew if she let herself stare at him a second longer she’d lose it. And with no time at all she took the step that would define their relationship moving forward and left, slamming the door behind her.
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Lara got in her car and sobbed, she drove and sobbed letting her muscle memory take her down the different streets. And like that she was pulling into the clubhouse. She laughed at the irony of it all, having nowhere else to really escape to in this town. She could’ve gone home, but she wasn’t looking to sit in her emotion right now, she wanted to forget everything. Fill the void.
Lara parked her car, and practically body slammed herself into the clubhouse doors. Her eyes wandered around the room, thinking of what her next move was going to be. Her eyes fell on Angel, talking to one of the club hang arounds. She didn’t even care, she walked up to him with no warning.
“Let’s go somewhere,” she said, interrupting their conversation.
Angel made a face, looking at Lara and then back to the woman he was originally talking to. He nodded at her to excuse her from the conversation and Lara took her spot at the corner of the bar they stood at. Angel looked down at the girl, frustrated at her randomly showing up. But once he saw her face, the blood shot eyes, red cheeks, and completely distraught presence, he frowned.
“You smokin’ that shit??” he questioned her.
“Let’s just go somewhere, we’ll drink and just party or something I don’t know,” Lara shook her head trying to come up with something.
“What the fuck, Lara?” Angel said still pissed, “last night you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself and now you’re here trying to go on a fuckin’ bender with me?”
“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t tell Bishop, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you like that, I just– it’s– I’m sorry.” Lara was getting caught up on her words.
“You’re really fuckin’ losing it. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize,” Angel laughed.
Lara chuckled, “So you in? Let’s just get out of here.”
Angel looked down at her for a few minutes before answering. “Alright, we’ll take my bike.”
“Not the bike,” Lara practically threw up the words.
Angel rolled his eyes, “so what other rules do you have for this spontaneous bender of yours?” he asked.
“Spontaneous bender, huh?” EZ appeared from behind the bar placing a large cardboard box down.
“Yup, Angel’s taking my car and we’re leaving Santo Padre in the rear view mirror,” Lara turned to lean on the bar facing EZ.
“Oh, I’m taking your car?” Angel raised his eyebrows.
“I’ll come with, I could use a break from staring at this fuckin’ clubhouse for a bit,” EZ wiped his hands on his pants and moved around the bar.
“Fantastic, let’s go,” Lara threw her keys to Angel who was the closest to the door.
“Go where?” Frankie said as she entered the clubhouse with Coco behind her.
“Roadtrip motherfuckerssssss,” Angel dangled the keys in Frankie and Coco’s face.
EZ walked by and quickly placed a kiss on Frankie’s lips to say hello to her before grabbing the keys from Angel.
“I’ve served you at least 5 beers already, and I’ve had...let me think...none, so I’ll be driving,” EZ said looking back over at Frankie nodding his head towards the door for her to follow him out.
“I’ll be there in a minute, you guys go, we’ll meet you out there,” Frankie’s eyes moved over to her best friend who was rummaging through the bar now throwing bottles of alcohol and beer into a box.
“You good?” Frankie asked as she watched the girl.
“Not at all, but I don’t want to talk about it and not sure when or if I will, so for now I will be drinking and attempting to have a good time for one night,” she paused and looked up at her friend who was taking in everything the girl said.
“Don’t forget the tequila,” Frankie said, leaning over and grabbing the bottle and placing it in the box.
The both of them walked outside, box of booze in hand and a full 12 hours of insanity and fun ahead of them.
“You’re comin’ with?” Frankie asked Coco, who was getting in the back seat of Lara’s car.
“Ain’t got nothin’ better to do so figured being fifth fuckin’ wheel was the way to go,” Coco said which earned a smile from EZ and Frankie.
“Shotgun!” Angel called out as he finished smoking his cigarette. He was staring at the back of Lara’s car at the bumper sticker plastered right on the trunk.
Frankie stuck up her middle finger as she entered the passenger side, making EZ chuckle as he got in the driver's seat.
“Looks like you’re sittin’ next to me,” Lara raised her brows.
Angel sarcastically smiled as he threw the bud to the ground. He grabbed the box of alcohol from Lara for her and they both headed towards the car.
“What’s with the fuckin’ ‘cute but psycho’ bumper sticker?” Angel asked as he placed the box in the car. Lara snuck in between him and the trunk and grabbed a couple bottles to keep on her.
“It’s true,” she shrugged, and made her way to the car.
Angel rolled his eyes and made his way to the last empty seat.
“Could you at least move your seat up, I got long legs,” he peaked over the car seat, looking at Frankie who moved the seat up barely two inches.
“Well, jeez, thanks,” Angel said resituating.
“So where to?” EZ said, looking in the rearview mirror at Lara, waiting on her direction.
“Far from here,” was the only response she could think of and that was followed by a large gulp of the tequila bottle before passing it off to Frankie and opening one of the beers she grabbed from her collection.
“Slow down there, we got the whole night ahead of us,” Angel furrowed his brow.
“If you fuckin’ yak on me at any point of tonight, I swear to fuckin’ God,” Coco said opening the window so the smell of alcohol wouldn’t stay trapped inside the vehicle.
And with that, they were off, with no destination in mind, just the five of them, open road, and a box of booze.
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Contaminated (1/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo)
annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: HUGE shoutout to @drabbles-mc for just being the absolute BEST. For inspiring me, talking through this fic with me pretty much everyday and supporting me to post this. Literally the other half of my brain and I couldn’t have written any of this story without youuuu. To say I’m nervous is an understatement lol, this is my first time ever posting my writing publicly so please feel free to share your thoughts and feedback, it’s greatly appreciated!! First few chapters will be very Bishop x Lara focused but I promise we’ll get some classic and typical Angel soon.
Chapter Index
TW: Mentions of blood, death, murder, abusive relationship,
just a whole lot of trauma.
Word Count: 1.7k
The frame sat perfectly in his hands as he stared down at it, running his thumb over the two faces in the picture. The kitchen table he sat at was empty except for the arms that leaned against it and the fresh bottle of whiskey that was yet to be opened, but in another 10 minutes it would be well on it’s way to being consumed.
Bishop wasn’t much of a sulker, but this specific time of the year was guaranteed to bring out the worst in him. He felt like he lost two kids in one moment along with anything else that held any importance to him. The photograph of his two kids, one sitting on the shoulders of the other, was his most prized possession, and this man had top of the line motorcycles, guns, and a house, but each of the latter meant nothing without those kids.
It had been two years since everything changed, and with how things were going with the club, Bishop felt like he had been losing grip on reality for a while now. Hence, the late night brood session with Jack Daniels. Just as he reached for the bottle to begin his night of self pity, his phone began to buzz. A sigh escaped his throat, frustration filled his mind, figuring someone from the club needed something, and that something was probably saving from something exceptionally stupid, considering the hour of the night it was.
His entire body froze as the name lit up the phone screen. He felt his heart practically drop to his gut seeing the same picture that he was staring at was now on the phone screen as the name Lalo Barrera Losa moved across the screen. After that initial shock there was no hesitation, he answered the phone immediately.
“Lara?” The man used her full first name to answer.
The sobs came immediately through the speaker and Bishop pushed the seat he was in at the kitchen table out, as if that was going to get him answers faster. The sound of his first born child in hysterics made worry and anger flood his emotions.
“Lara what’s wrong?” He asked with a stern voice as he stood up, trying to process what was going on which was hard to do as the girl cried into the phone until she finally took a breath and was able to speak up.
“I’m physically ok. I– I– I just really need you. I need your help. I–“
“Don’t.” Bishop cut her off in an instant. “Don’t say anything more.” Bishop thought quickly. Whether or not his worst thoughts were the truth he didn’t want to continue the conversation on an active phone line to find out.
“Are you still living in the house you moved into in San Francisco?” He asked calmly as he was already up grabbing his bike keys.
“N—no.” She stuttered nervously, so many thoughts running through her brain.
“Okay. That’s okay.” Bishop’s voice was calm, he spoke with a neutral tone to relax the girl. “Can you text me where you are at this number? 578-4576.” He gave the burner number to the girl. “And if you have a burner phone around that’s the best option.”
Bishop hoped– practically prayed, that the girl had one lying around. It was something he had always said to her when he entered the outlaw life, because of situations like this.
“Yea, a-actually I do.” The girl's voice was more clear as she calmed down.
Bishop covered the phone with his hand as he let a sigh of relief out. He didn’t know what was happening but knowing it wasn’t going to be traceable was one less thing for him to worry about.
“Okay, text me from that phone.”
A ping came from the kitchen drawer and Bishop pulled out the flip phone he kept to see where she was.
(1) New Message from 857-3568:
43 Hill Street, Lodi California.
“I’ll be there in no more than 6 hours.” He over-promised his arrival knowing the drive was a lot longer than that but if he broke speed limit laws he knew it was achievable.
Just as he was about to hang up, Lara spoke up.
“Dad.”
She said the name the man hadn’t heard in a long time and he immediately wished he was there just to hug the broken girl.
“Thank you.” She sniffled through more tears.
“What I’m here for, Lalo. I’ll see you soon.” And with that he was on the highway racing towards whatever mess his daughter had gotten into.
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Bishop didn’t bother knocking, all the lights were off and he just body slammed the door open. Immediately he called out for Lara so he didn’t startle her wherever she was in the house. There was no response which worried him. He made his way through the unfamiliar house, searching behind doors and closets until he made his way into the kitchen where he found his daughter on the ground curled up against a wall with her knees to her chest, shaking.
She was covered in blood, which was obvious even with the lights off, he slowly moved his flashlight on her and called to her softly, purposely using her nickname to create a safe, familiar feeling.
“Lalo.”
As the light shined on her body, it was easy to see the bruises all over her - old and new. Her eye was purple, which meant it was well in the stage of healing and her skin was irritated and had strong hand prints on them. Rage filled Bishop. He was about to go looking for the person who did this until he followed the blood trail, hoping it wasn’t from his daughter, but not expecting what he found.
There was a lifeless body on the ground in the pool of blood. And that’s when he saw it, the kutte that sat on the dead body. The three skulls on the back rocker were stained with dirt, showing that the man hadn’t been a new member and had seen a fair share of MC life. The Calaveras top rocker was staring Bishop in the face as he processed everything.
“Fuck.” he thought to himself. This was a lot messier than expected.
“Do you need medical attention?” he spoke up still staring at the dead body before shifting his gaze over to his first born child. She shook her head and just stayed hugging her legs.
Bishop nodded and kept looking around at the scene in front of him, trying to figure out his best next steps. It wasn’t the first time he was in a situation like this, but not with his daughter. His next actions had to be the best for her, not him, not the club, for her. But if he could find a way to at least choose a path that was the best for Lara and semi-decent for the club, he wouldn’t have been opposed.
“Is this your house?” Bishop asked and the girl shook her head again.
“Lara, sweetheart, I need you to speak actual words.” He bent down in front of her now. “I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay.” His hand reached out and she looked down at it and rested her hand on his.
“Is your name in any way associated with this house?” He asked again in a different way. “On any bills, any mail, anything.”
He figured more detail, the better the girl could wrap her head around what he truly was trying to understand.
“No. It’s all Jess’.” Lara used the kid’s nickname which made Bishop want to kill the man all over again but he just acknowledged her with a nod.
“You have anything of yours here? Your fingerprints are all over here aren’t they?”
“I honestly only have my backpack.” she pointed to her worn out bag that sat on top of the kitchen table. “He just moved here not that long ago, this was my first time here.”
A wave of alleviation filled Bishop hearing those words. This would be easy to handle.
Bishop stood up to go grab the girl's bag and as he did footsteps sounded through the house. He went to his waistband to pull out his gun but stopped when he saw Hank, his right hand, enter into the kitchen. Hank looked down at the scene in front of him and then at the girl and back to Bishop.
Lara’s eyes went wide, she recognized the man who was like an uncle to her, but it had been a while since they last saw each other and this wasn’t exactly the family reunion she envisioned in her head.
“I called him on my way up, it’s okay.” Bishop looked over his shoulder at Lara before turning back to Hank.
“Can you get her out of here, get her to a hotel or something, I don’t fucking know, she just needs to be anywhere but here.” He whispered to the man as he handed him the backpack.
“Frankie’s place isn’t too far from here, maybe like 40 minutes? I’ll drop her off there and come back.” Hank offered.
“Perfect.” Bishop nodded and turned back around to squat in front of the girl.
“Hank’s gonna take you to Frankie’s house. I’ll meet you there a bit and take you home.”
“What about–” Lara stopped speaking and let her gaze trail off as she looked at the body.
“I’m going to take care of it.” Bishop moved his hand to cup her face, bringing her head close to him not only to kiss the top of her head but to get her to stop staring at the body. “Come on.”
He helped her up off the ground and he walked her over to the front door. She offered a weak smile to Hank, who just smiled at her and politely gestured for her to lead the way.
“And Lara,” Bishop called out in a normal tone.
He wanted to tell her that he was going to need an explanation of what happened, of what had been going on with her, but he froze as she gazed into his eyes. She looked just like her mother, she looked just like him.
“I love you.” He offered up another vulnerable statement in place of the one he wanted to say originally.
“I love you too, Dad.”
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Contaminated (8/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo)
annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: Okay so FINALLY have an update. Been a really tough week for me with some personal life stuff but finally got in the head space to finish this chapter up. First time writing smut so be patient with me lol! But I hope y’all enjoy this update on some of my fav characters, I have so much in store for them!!!
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TW: 18+, SMUT, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol.
Word Count: 5.3k words
Taglist: (Just let me know if you want to be added :) @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark
The driveway of her rented house seemed exceptionally long as she sped walked to the front steps towards the porch. Lara refused Angel’s offer to follow her home but he did do her the courtesy of escorting her to her car. While she liked to play the calm and collected woman who wasn’t worried about what had just happened, she was terrified. On her second lap of circling the block to make sure she wasn’t followed she realized just how spooked she was.
Her hands shook as they fumbled with the keys to get in the door and after a few failed attempts she finally got it open, quickly escaping to the opposite side of the door and locking it shut. Her eyes scanned over what she could see in the house and it seemed that everything was in place and normal and as she walked up the entryway stairs her eyes did the same. Her body jumped as Frankie exited her room and started to speak without warning.
“You’re home earlier than I expected,” she practically skipped by Lara. The both of them were at completely different levels of emotions currently. Lara stared at her almost in envy, wishing she could go back to the bliss she felt nearly an hour ago.
“What’s your deal?” Frankie walked back by her now with a snack in hand.
“They know,” the only words that escaped her mouth as she began to really process what happened.
“Who knows?” Frankie questioned, still with her upbeat inflection unaware of what the girl meant. The instance was nearly 5 years ago, the girls had moved on, so much had happened, it almost could have been another lifetime.
“The Calaveras.” Lara kept to her two word statements. The adrenaline was gone, the realization was now sinking in.
Frankie now froze, her emotion began sliding down the spectrum getting closer to where Lara was at now.
“Ok, I need information,” Frankie was still level-headed enough to come up with a plan.
Lara looked up at Frankie, tears in her eyes as she began shaking, not able to get a word out. Frankie understood and just grabbed the girl in an embrace.
Silence. The girls held each other with no words, just the sound of the clock over the kitchen sink ticking back and forth almost mocking them as if a countdown had begun to shit hitting the fan.
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Eventually, the girls sat down on the couch and began to talk. Lara filled in Frankie on what happened, what the man said, what she said, how Angel showed up.
“He’s going to tell Bishop,” Lara shook her head.
“He won’t, but would it be so bad if he did?” Frankie frowned. “I mean Bishop knowing seems like our best bet right now.”
“For sure, but there’s so much shit going on, I feel like I flipped his life upside down with this shit before and it was just beginning to settle,” Lara massaged her forehead, she knew she had to tell him, even though it was just going to push him further from her, but this was bordering on the line of life or death. “Alright, I’ll go to the club tonight and tell him,” she said abruptly.
Frankie looked at the girl as she ran through all the possibilities in her head, how to say it, what to say, what his reaction would be.
“You wanna practice how you’re gonna tell him? I can be Bishop,” Frankie shrugged.
Lara looked at Frankie expecting her to be joking, something that would have eased the tension in this moment but she was staring back at her dead serious.
“Oh, you’re serious.”
“Yea, Bishop’s going to freak you might as well be prepared.”
“Thanks,” Lara’s lips turned straight as she smiled sarcastically. “Hey dad, remember that guy I killed? Well apparently what’s left of his club knows and their VP practically jumped me in the street.” Her voice was dripping in sarcasm.
“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!!!!” Frankie’s voice raised and came out octaves deeper than her normal voice.
Lara jumped and her eyebrows creased as she regained her thoughts.
“What the fuck was that?” Lara barked at her best friend.
“Probably how Bishop is going to react,” Frankie answered her friend.
“That’s just fantastic,” Lara was now standing up pacing in front of the coffee table that resided in their living room.
“I mean, that’s the ideal scenario, right? You want some reaction out of him, if he gives you nothing…” Frankie paused as she thought of the best way to get out her thoughts. “I just mean a freakout reaction is better than shutting you out.”
Lara took a minute to process what Frankie was saying and began nodding. “Yea, you’re right, I just don’t know what I’m going to do, like what’s my next move?”
“That’s for Bishop to figure out, this isn’t just a you circumstance anymore, it’s a club call,” Frankie spoke the words Lara had yet put together truly.
“It’s funny cause I told Angel it wasn’t” Lara laughed ironically.
“So he just came up and intervened?” Frankie asked at the mention of the biker she knew Lara didn’t particularly like.
“Yea I guess he was at his father’s shop or something. I don’t know, but it was nice,” Lara was back to pacing.
“Wow,” Frankie leaned back and took a sip of her water bottle that she held in her hand as her eyebrows raised.
“Wow, what?” Lara asked.
“Didn’t realize you two had it in you to be nice to each other, that’s all,” Frankie shrugged.
Lara froze again, wondering if it was worth telling her best friend about her and Angel’s night so long ago. Weighing the pros and cons in her head, it wasn’t that she wanted to keep anything from her but it was honestly that she wanted to erase the night from her brain, from existence even. But it was too late, what made Frankie, well, Frankie was her ability to read a room, it also made her great at psychology and almost impossible to keep a secret from her unless you simply just never thought about it around her.
“What’s that face for?” Frankie was intrigued.
“Nothing,” Lara shook her head but before she could quickly bring something else up, Frankie was pushing for information.
“No, something is up, I know that look,” Frankie was leaning forward and pointing at Lara.
Just as Lara was about to speak, her phone began to ring. A wave of relief came over her as she picked up the phone.
“Hello?” she turned away leaving Frankie annoyed and quite literally at the edge of her seat.
“I need you to do me the biggest favor,” EZ’s voice was frantic on the other line of the phone.
“Are you sure you called the right number?” Lara answered.
“Yes, Lara, I did. We’re having this like big thing at the club tonight, totally last minute and I’m swamped here and Bishop–you’re dad, he wants Dos Equis and we have none left here and I gotta go pick up the steaks from my Pops and–”
Lara cut EZ off. “You need me to pick up a case of Dos Equis so my dad doesn’t rip that prospect patch off. Say no more, I’ll do it and see you soon.”
“Thanks Lara, I owe you,” Ez graciously answered.
“I’m holding you to that,” Lara replied before hanging up the phone and turning to Frankie.
“C’mon, your boy toy needs me to run some errands for the big club party tonight,” Lara was grabbing her bag to head out.
“I think I’ll sit this one out, I’m still recovering from last night,” Frankie didn’t move off the couch, “and this doesn’t mean you don’t owe me an explanation for whatever you’re not telling me,” she pointed at Lara and squinted.
“I promise, one day you’ll know every little detail about my life, Frankie,” the girl rolled her eyes with a chuckle.
“Let me know when you get to the liquor store, and when you make it to the club…” the girl left her statement hanging for a minute, “cause you know,” she finished with a worried tone.
“I’m gonna go to Top’s and pick it up, that way it’s familiar faces in a public setting that’s literally walking distance from the club if anything goes left,” Lara explained before heading towards the door.
Frankie made one last comment before Lara was able to leave, “And be sure to tell Bishop, it’s the perfect scenario in all honesty, tell him you’re being stalked by the men with the creepy kuttes and before he gets mad show him the case of Dos Equis, soften the blow.”
“Yea, yea, love you, bye!” The Losa girl called out and made her way out of the house.
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Lara walked into the clubhouse with the case of beer in her hand. The scene unfolding in front of her was unlike any of the recent parties she’s seen. There were tons of bodies flooding the clubhouse, the volume was 10x louder than it normally was, and then there was Bishop who was practically rolling on the ground with how hard he was laughing. He explained the story inbetween chuckles and after every punchline the group he was talking to exploded in laughter.
It was the first time in years she’d seen her father this happy. The belly laugh he gave out as he pointed at Taza was something that felt comforting to the girl, this was the Bishop she grew up with, before the club took over, before Antonia and him had split, before Aiden had passed. Lara smiled for a minute as she took in the presence of her father but that didn’t last long. She remembered the news she had brought, but before she could think of what to do, her father had made eye contact with her. The smile plastered on his face grew from ear to ear and it was enough to discourage Lara from even thinking about mentioning her run in with The Calaveras earlier in the day.
“Later, I’ll tell him later.” she thought to herself as she matched his smile as he approached her.
“My girl!” he called out as he casually strutted up to the girl with his arms wide open and then brought them close together up to cup her face. “What brings you here?” he slurred his words a bit.
“Definitely not telling him,” she thought again to herself as the slurred words left his mouth.
“I come bringing gifts,” she lifted up the case of beer that was quickly taken out of her hands by EZ who ran over the minute his eyes glanced over.
“Thank you,” he said before quickly disappearing back behind the bar with the case Lara brought.
“I guess we do got the prospect runnin’ bitch for everyone,” Bishop laughed as he threw his arm around his daughter bringing her to the table where the group of Mayans and Sons sat.
“So much so that I’m now runnin’ bitch for the bitch,” she teased which made the group chuckle.
Before the conversation could continue, Bishop was interrupting the lull in conversation with another thought of his.
“Guitar!”
The one word escaped out of his mouth as he slammed his fist into the table causing Lara to jump. “I’m gonna get my guitar!” He was now pointing at Taza who was shaking his head with his hands up as if he was denying whatever Bishop wasn’t saying but was able to convey through his few worded comments.
“Yes, yes!” Bishop laughed and with that, he was moving quickly through the clubhouse searching for what Lara assumed was his guitar. Bishop excusing himself caused a few of the men to follow him, while others moved to different parts of the clubhouse. Lara stood frozen, trying to take in everything, things were beginning to stack up in her head emotionally and she wasn’t exactly sure how to process all of it. The overwhelming feeling was building up and she could feel the tension practically welling up in her throat.
“You alright?” the familiar voice said, causing Lara to snap out of her panic attack for a moment.
“Huh?” she turned to where the voice was coming from. Angel stood tall, now looking down at her.
“You good?” he repeated himself.
“Yeah, just–” she stopped as her eyes wandered to Bishop who was now strumming one of the guitars that was previously mounted on the wall prior to being in his hand.
Angel let out a chuckle, “yea, Bish did work today, settled some big shit for us not just as a charter but as a club,” he willingly gave out a little information, leaving the details to be imagined, but it was something.
Lara looked at him confused for a moment and then her eyes softened, almost as if to say thank you. He looked back down, meeting her eyes with his.
“What do you want, Angel?” Lara quickly let the friendly face fade.
Angel didn’t speak for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. “Figured I’d check in on you,” he shrugged, breaking the eye contact.
“I’m alright, don’t need a babysitter, or a knight in shining leather,” she rolled her eyes.
Angel chuckled, “I know you don’t,” he was about to walk away when he turned on his heel, “honestly I just wanted to say sorry or whatever,”
“Or whatever?” Lara’s left eyebrow raised at his half-ass apology.
“Yea, you know for all that shit that went down with us years ago, it was stupid–I was stupid.” Angel’s hands tucked into his pocket. It was a big step for him to apologize but he figured it was the right thing to do.
“Wow, wish I recorded that one,” Lara couldn't believe what she was hearing.
“We cool?” Angel chuckled from her response.
“Uh-huh,” Lara accepted the apology.
“We friends?” Angel added seeing how far he could get with the Losa woman.
“Don’t push it,” Lara began to walk by him towards the bar while Angel nodded as a chuckle escaped from his mouth.
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The night continued, the music was blaring, the drinks were flowing, the joints were being passed, and pool was being played and lost by the Losa’s.
“Ay, you’re cheating!” Lara pushed Coco as he casually pushed one of the solid billiard balls with his hands towards one of the openings.
Coco let out a belly laugh that was echoed by Lara’s, Bishop was now drunkenly pushing the stripe balls into the pockets to even out the score.
“This” Bishop pointed to the shot he was about to take, “this is where we make our comeback!” he called out before taking his shot. As his cue stick scratched the table he collapsed over the table in defeat.
“I thought you said this was our comeback, Dad,” Lara moved over to her father and rested her hand on his shoulder.
“Looks like your dear old dad was wrong,” he brought himself back up to a vertical position and looked over at the girl. “I think we need more alcohol,” he nodded, answering his own statement.
“Yea, you go nurse those wounds while I try to make that Losa comeback you mentioned,” she pushed him towards the bar. Lara then picked up the stick and took a moment to line up her eyesight with the ball, the air inhaled into her lungs through her nose as she concentrated and aimed, bringing the pool stick back and forth towards the white cue ball, she closed her eyes and held her breath, and just as she let the built up air escape through her mouth, her eyelids fluttered open and she made the angle shot, sinking the striped ball into the pocket effortlessly. A smile grew on her face as she stood back up and moved to chalk the stick. As she moved around the table with a grin, her eyes traveled and met someone that was almost waiting for her to look at him.
Angel lifted his beer up towards her and mouthed over to her.
“Nice shot.”
He brought the beer to his lips and if Lara had been sober, she probably could’ve let the sensuality of his actions roll off her back with ease but as she stood there leaning on the wooden pool stick watching his moves she felt the alcohol working its magic on her, or maybe it was just the Reyes charm. Hell, it seemed to work on Frankie. Angel didn’t break his stare at the girl even after the beer bottle moved down back to its position in his grip at his side. As his eyes were still met by Lara’s he brought his tongue to his lips to clean off the beer that was left behind from his sip.
For a moment, Lara wished she had that beer on her lips, or that Angel had a grip on her like he did on that beer bottle. It was almost like he could read her mind because he let out a small exult and shook his head. Lara copied the man and let a small smirk grow on her face.
“Don’t smile yet, we’re still losing,” Bishop was back and handed her a shot of some clear liquor. “For good luck,” he lifted the glass and took his shot.
She was stunned out of her thoughts as she tried to shake her mind clear.
“Or to drown our sorrows because you just lost,” Coco said as he cleaned the table.
For Lara, the shot was liquid courage, the liquor trickled down her throat slowly, it not only sent a burn down her throat but it warmed her whole body up, it shook every doubting thought in her brain while also putting a million more in their place. She looked over at the clubhouse door to see the back of Angel’s kutte as he snuck out the entrance.
“I’m gonna get some air,” Lara said without cognition and let her body move her towards the door. Bishop and Coco were so deep into their drinks and arguments over the lost pool game that neither of them paid any mind to the girl leaving.
The chill breeze of the night hit the girl as she left the clubhouse. She crossed her arms around her chest to bring in some body heat. The crisp air didn’t do much to sober her up, her eyes wandered around the lot until they landed on who she was looking for, the only person out there. The cloud of smoke is what gave Angel’s location away, he leaned on the edge of the scrapyard’s office building smoking a cigarette.
She approached him, her demeanor wasn’t sloppy drunk, but it wasn’t confident sober either, it lived somewhere in between the two, if you were to ask her to describe it she probably would have said it was the most laid back she had felt in a long time, she felt like herself again in that moment.
“You know those will kill you, right?” Lara spoke.
“Yea, I think someone told me that once,” Angel responded, handing her the cigarette knowing she had plans to swipe it out of his mouth anyway like she had done in the past.
She took a step closer to him, closing the gap in between them and took the cigarette. She brought it to her lips and instantly she could taste the beer, her mind went back to moments ago when he licked the residue of it off his lips and she felt chills move down her spine.
“If you’re cold you should go inside,” Angel responded, almost to suave for his own good.
“Why would I do that when my friend is out here?” It was like her mouth was thinking before her brain.
Angel couldn’t hide the growing grin on his face at her sentence, “friends, huh?”
“Don Julio convinced me,” she passed the cigarette back to him like they were smoking a joint.
“He another friend of yours?” Angel asked as he took the last puff of the cigarette.
“Something like that, I think,” Lara tilted her head to the side trying to read the man standing in front of her. “Don and I are like the type of friends who bring out the worst in each other if we hang out too long,”
“Maybe you shouldn’t hang out with Don too much,” Angel countered the girl’s statement.
“Why do you think I came out here with you, friend?”
Whether Lara knew it or not her body was moving an inch forward with every word she let roll off her tongue.
“And what type of friends are we?” Angel threw the cigarette to the left of him and brought his eyes down to look into Lara’s.
“The kind that do this.”
Lara brought herself up on her tippy toes and brought his face down to meet hers. Their lips crashed into eachothers and it didn’t take them long to fall back into what they started 5 years ago. Angel immediately wrapped his arms around her torso, moving it to rest on the small of her back and slowly retreating lower and lower.
The taste of the beer Lara was fiending to taste filled her mouth as their tongues danced back and forth. Something that normally would have repulsed her but thanks to her friend Don Julio was enticing her more. The smell of the cigarette mixed with cologne on his kutte filled her nose and it oddly comforted her. He was familiar. And not in the ‘been there done that’ kind of way but in the comforting, safe, ‘you know me and I know you’ way.
Angel moved the girl’s hair out of her face with his left hand as he cupped his palm around her cheek to bring her closer to him as if that was even possible. Lara’s hands moved to Angel’s kutte and ripped it off his shoulders, then grabbed the sides of his flannel to grip him flush against her body. With that movement Angel brought the hand that was resting on her lower back underneath her shorts to cup her ass. He felt Lara’s smile as they kissed and it was the push he needed. Suddenly he was moving his left hand to mirror his right and with a steady grip he picked the girl up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as she let a chuckle out and his hands didn’t move from cupping the denim back pockets.
Angel brought the girl into the office, not letting their lips part, just putting all his faith in muscle memory of how to properly enter the building. With what some would call luck, he made it without stumbling and placed the girl on the desk as he began to finish what Lara had started by taking off his flannel. They leaned their foreheads against each other and as he did so, Lara started to unbuckle his pants.
“Slow down,” Angel said after he threw his flannel to the ground and gripped Lara’s hands to stop her from continuing her task of undressing him.
Lara frowned for a minute until Angel lifted the girl's hands straight up. They were now up above her head and met together at the wrist by a tight grip by Angel’s hands. He began to slowly kiss his way down her arm, some spots were unmarked without a kiss but the touch of his hot breath against her skin filled those empty spaces. It was the simplest form of foreplay but it was enough to get to Lara. A moan escaped her mouth as he reached down to her bicep.
“See good things happen when you slow down,” Angel chuckled and moved to her neck, letting her arms fall and rest around his naked upper chest as she leaned back letting her neck be completely exposed for him to explore like a treasure map.
“And good things happen if you just fuck me already,” she let out the aggresive statement without thinking and let her legs spread and bend at the knee so their clothed bottom halves were against eachother.
Angel let out of breath but didn’t argue with the woman, he undid her denim shorts and slid them off her silky smooth legs, he moved her underwear to the side and brought his hand to her inner thigh which made the girl tremble a little. She arched her back and leaned back so she could regain balance and just as she did, Angel brushed his fingers against her opening, causing her to lean her head back and let out a whine.
After moments of him teasing her still, she was about to beg for him again but he stopped. She brought her eyes back to see him undressing what was left of his apparel and move back to let their bodies touch again without anything in the way now.
“No,” she said as she brought herself back up. Angel froze, nervous that he had done something wrong, something to upset her, but she jumped off the table and pointed for him to lay down on it.
“My turn to do the work,” she smiled.
Angel got onto his back on the table and quickly put on the condom he had before Lara brought herself on top of him, she rubbed herself on him before moving to let him enter her. As he slid into her a few curses left his mouth, and he grabbed tight onto her hips, practically doing the work for her by moving her back and forth. Lara leaned forward letting her chest rest against his, her hand gripping his face, and Angel moved slowly out of her before she began moving her hips back down, building up momentum as she bounced up and down on him. Moans escaped from both of their lips and the sounds met each other as they kissed.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Angel let out as he pushed the girl back up so she was now sitting upright on his member. He gripped her arms again, much like he did earlier in the night but this time each of his hands was gripped around one of hers to hold her up in that position as she rolled her body with him inside her.
“I’m gonna cum,” Lara’s head fell back as she moved faster against his body, Angel’s hands squeezed harder as he panted.
“Cum for me, come on Lara, cum on my dick,” Angel let himself get lost in the moment.
“Fuck you feel so good,” Lara spoke in a breathy tone before she reached her limit. “I’m cumming, Angel,” she screamed and Angel matched her moans with his own as he met his climax himself.
Luckily there was enough space on the desk for both of them as Lara moved to lay next to him. The two of them had their eyes shut and chests moving up and down as they laid there enjoying the moment. The silence took over the room and for a moment, as both of them processed what had happened.
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Back in the clubhouse, Bishop had slowed down on the drinking, not because he wanted to but because he got a phone call.
“Bishop?” Sophie’s voice sounded concerned on the other line.
“What’s up, Soph?” Bishop moved to the room behind the bar that kept their inventory of beers where it was much quieter.
“I just wanted to check in on Lara, I just tried calling her but no response, and after what happened on the strip today just wanted to make sure she was holding up okay.”
“She probably didn’t hear it ring, she’s somewhere around here at the club,” Bishop leaned over to peek through the door opening to search for his daughter. His eyes landed her sitting on one of the couches sipping on a beer.
Lara was back in the club house now, Angel and her had reentered at different moments to ward off any suspicion of their late night activities, which did them right because no one had a clue.
“Yea she’s here,” Bishop responded after locating her but then froze when he processed the rest of Sophie’s statement. “What happened at the strip today?” A frown grew on Bishop's face, confused as to what the woman was talking about.
“I was at the jewelry shop, opening up, and I saw Lara get into it with someone wearing a kutte, I was gonna intervene but someone else did so I just backed off, figured it wasn’t worth making a scene,” she explained.
“What kind of kutte, Sophie,” Bishop’s voice was serious.
“It was hard to read anything on them, but they had skulls or something on the rocker.”
Bishop felt like he couldn’t breathe. Anger, fear, confusion, frustration, all flooded to his head, it sobered him up real quick.
“Thanks for checking in, Soph,” Bishop said after taking a minute to process everything, “she’s fine and I’ll have her call you back tomorrow, I gotta go,” Bishop hung up the phone and began making his way towards Lara.
His voice raised, it was louder than the music and it was louder than the crowds.
“You got fuckin’ jumped in the street and you didn’t think to fuckin’ tell me? You keepin’ secrets now?”
Everyone’s voices got brought down, there were a few murmurs here or there as the Losa’s stared at each other but aside from the music, nothing could really be heard.
Lara turned to him, “I–” she began to speak.
“You got any idea the fuckin’ target we got on us?” he stared into his daughter's eyes, referring specifically to her and him.
“It–” Lara began to speak again.
“I expected more from you,” Bishop said before stomping out of the club.
Lara followed him outside, yelling after him to stop.
Bishop made his way to his bike, every step heavier than the last until he turned around, almost causing Lara to collide into him.
“Tell me one thing,” his voice was low but firm. “Do they fuckin’ know?”
Lara didn’t need more context, she knew what he was asking, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to answer with words, she just nodded as she stared at the dirt below her.
Bishop sucked his teeth and turned back around making his way over to his bike. The sound of the engine turning over drowned out Lara’s thoughts, but as her father left the clubhouse and the sounds got softer and softer, the noise in her head got louder and louder.
Once the bike rumble completely faded she turned around to see Angel at the top of the clubhouse stairs.
“Figured since we’re friends, I’d check in on you, think that’s part of the job description,” he tried to make the girl laugh.
“Don’t talk to me,” she said as she passed him on the stairs.
“Lara come on, he’ll come around,” Angel pleaded lightly with the girl.
She turned around now that she had passed by him, practically mirroring the behavior of her father moments ago.
“You had the fucking nerve to sleep with me after I told you not to tell him what happened. After you looked me in the goddamn eyes and we talked all that bullshit about trust, and you burned me again.” Lara spat the words in anger.
“Lara I didn’t–” Angel began to defend himself.
“Save it, Angel. Go fuck yourself.”
And with that she stormed back into the clubhouse, with a raging headache, no clue what to do, and now no one there to help her through it but herself.
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Contaminated (7/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo)
annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: A quick little update that’s going to ultimately push our girl Lara really deep into some S H I T. There was a lot more I wanted to put in this chapter but we would have been pushing like 7k words so I figured I’d split em up. Happy reading :)
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TW: 18+, mentions of blood, murder, death, violence and alcohol.
Word Count: 3.3k words
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The weeks went on pretty much the same. Frankie and Lara were settling into living on their own just fine. They spent nights out and about at bars and clubs and days nursing the hangover and going to work to make the money they used to make those nights out possible. This morning was no different from the others, Lara rolled out of bed and crawled to the shower. After doing the minimal amount of work to get ready she made her way to the kitchen following the smell of a fresh pot of coffee. As Lara passed the living room, she glanced over at Frankie who was sitting on the couch with her sunglasses on and a steaming mug in her hand.
“Glad to see you’re alive,” Lara snorted and grabbed the pot.
“You’re the one who blacked out,” Frankie retorted as she casually sipped on the black coffee.
“I’m going to the club, got a call about a copper pick up and wanna let Chucky know,” Lara poured the rest of the boiling liquid from the pot into the travel cup. The smell alone was bringing her slowly back to life. Frankie was a woman of many talents but making the perfect cup of coffee was for sure at the top of that list.
“Mm.” Frankie hummed to acknowledge what her best friend had said and just settled deeper into the couch.
Lara grabbed her bag and keys as she left the house, making sure to lock the door behind her because there was a 100% chance that Frankie was going to fall back asleep.
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Luckily, the clubhouse was relatively empty when she arrived. It was still morning on a Saturday so it made sense. Her eyes scanned over the bikes to see who had been there. She knew each member's bike, not just by the body style and paint jobs but by the little details that were so on brand for each personality.
The long braided biker whip that was connected to Hank’s handlebars proved he was not to be fucked with. It looked nice from a far but when provoked, had a mean sting. That along with the batwing fairing cowl that matched the man’s broad shoulders, his bike looked like him.
Next to it was Creeper’s bike. To the untrained eye, the bike could have been mistaken for anyones, but not someone who was around enough to see how much dedication and effort he put into things. He was always working on stuff, whether that be taking scrap from the yard and making something practical or useful again, installing cameras and security around the perimeter of the lot, or working on the mechanics of his bike. Lara had always seen him installing new parts, that while they might not have stood out, they made the bike faster, stronger, and honestly cooler. The shininess of the metal along the blacked out bike glistened in the sun and allowed the sparkle of the bike next to it to gleam even more than it originally did.
And that bike? That bike was ‘The Breakout’. Bishop’s bike. Lara could pick that bike out of any lineup, even on a highway going 100mph, she’d be able to recognize it anywhere. Not just by looks but by sound also, it rumbled at a pitch that none of the others did. It was blacked out and the body pieces were painted an emerald metallic green that had little black details on it you could only see if you were lucky enough to stand close to it. That green. Lara was the one who picked it out for Bishop’s first bike years ago and he never changed it, even when he changed bikes.
“Green,” Lara said without looking at her father and then nodded as she repeated the word again, “green.”
“Green like money?” Bishop frowned and shot his head back not expecting that color choice from his daughter.
The girl met his eyes for a moment before smirking, “green like envy.”
Bishop’s face turned to a grin as he looked from the girl to the bike. His head began to nod as his hand lightly traced around the body of the bike, “green like envy,” he mumbled.
To Lara, that green not only symbolized the envy of everyone who looked at it and wanted either the bike itself or to be like the person driving it, but it also symbolized other things about her father. She had later googled what green could mean and found things such as the military, eternal life, and luck. Which Lara found ironic, because in her googling she found that the South American symbolization of green was defined as death, and if that were true Bishop was going to need a lot of luck.
Lara luckily was able to snag Chucky just as he was leaving the lot, letting him know about the copper bid and all the details of who he should bring and where it was. He gave her some paperwork and a note for Bishop that someone left for him in the mailbox. Lara didn’t think twice of it, he was a well-known and high in demand person to talk to in this town.
As she stepped to the clubhouse, the sound of silence hit her, it was beautiful. Especially on a Saturday morning when she was as hungover as she was. Her eyes scanned the room to see Creeper standing at the bar, and the templo doors closed.
“What, you weren’t asked to brunch with the boys?” Lara teased the private templo meeting going on as she skipped over to the bar and jumped on the high stool.
Creeper chuckled, “nah, invite only event.”
“What a shame,” Lara smiled as she rested her elbows on the bar.
Creeper kept fidgeting with whatever he was fixing or installing before moving to grab a beverage for the girl.
“What can I get ya, lil mamas?” he held a beer up to ask if she wanted it, while he didn’t drink himself, he wouldn’t stop those around him from their normalities, and in the clubhouse drinking was a normality.
“Beer at 10 in the morning Creep? Who do you think I am?” Lara inhaled as if she was appalled that the man would offer her alcohol this early.
His face dropped for a minute, not because he was nervous, but because he was simply confused. There had been plenty of mornings where he saw the girl not just drunk but what he would always call “keeping the night alive”.
“You ain’t gonna offer me a mimosa or anything?” Lara quickly jumped back at the man so he knew she was joking. “I mean just because the big boys are having brunch doesn’t mean we can’t,” her back was now against the bar chair as her shoulders shrugged.
“Now, if you expect me to pull a fuckin’ champagne bottle out from behind this bar, I know you really done lost it.”
Lara let out a breathy laugh at his comment. She had always enjoyed her short conversations with Creeper, he knew how to give back the attitude without being rude and that was something Lara enjoyed.
“Give me the beer,” she leaned forward again, waving her hand at him to bring the cold brew in her direction.
“You look like shit,” her father’s voice now filled the quiet ambiance of the clubhouse.
The chair swivelled in his direction as she rested her right elbow on the bar with the beer loosely dangling from her fingertips, her left arm rested comfortably on the chair back.
“And to think people tell me I look like you,” Lara’s head turned to the side as she made a grinning expression to mock the man.
Bishop wasn’t laughing, in fact, he looked worn out which made the girl bite back anymore humorous comments.
“What’s wrong?” her tone 180ed as it held sincerity in it.
“Been a long night.”
Typical. Short and sweet response. Lara nodded and went to press more but Bishop kept talking.
“What brings you here so early on a Saturday?” Bishop stood against the corner of the bar, leaning against the wooden slab that had seen the best and worst of anyone who dared to drink off it.
“I got a call from my copper connect on a bid going on in Campo, wanted to let Chucky know. Plus, haven’t seen you in a while so I figured I’d run my luck and catch you here.”
“You didn’t think I’d be home?” Bishop asked less frustrated as the thought of his daughter coming to check on him.
“I guess I know you better than you thought,” Lara shrugged.
“I think the right wording is you know me better than I’d like you to,” Bishop raised his eyebrows.
“I’m heading downtown later today just to do some shopping, you need anything? I’ll bring it by the house,” Lara was jumping down from the bar, still with her hand on the half drunk beer.
“I’m alright, I had the prospect wrap me up some of the barbecue shit from the party last night. It’ll last me a couple days,” Bishop waved the girl off.
“Ah, so that’s where the young and impressionable were last night. We missed them at Tops.”
“How can you possibly miss them when you’re out every other night with them?” Bishop chuckled.
“Same as I miss this beer the minute the bottle leaves my lips,” Lara finished the drink and placed the empty on the table.
“You sound like an alcoholic.”
“And you sound like a party pooper,” Lara kissed the man goodbye.
“Just please keep your head on straight,” his tone was deliberate.
Lara stopped in her walk and turned around to look her dad in the eyes, “Hey, my bills are paid. I work 6 days a week, I volunteer to help teach kids, and I stock your fridge up for you,” she pointed at him with the last words.
“Touché,” he lifted his hands up.
“Oh before I forget, Chucky gave me these to give you. It’s like bills and shit,” she was stepping back towards him with the pile of mail in her hand, extending it out to him. He looked down at her wrist to see Aiden’s name engraved on a bracelet she was wearing. “Soph made it for me,” her other hand raised up to move the piece of jewelry around so he could see it better.
Bishop simply nodded and grabbed the letters from her hand. “Thanks for comin’ in and making sure shit with the yard stays straight.”
Lara nodded back, disappointed they weren’t able to talk about Aiden, or really anything going on for that matter.
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Lara strolled downtown picking up groceries and just enjoying the morning on the strip. Her mind was in a million places, and good ones at that. Aside from the distance Bishop was putting between them, life was good and as the sun beat down on her face she couldn’t help but smile.
As she made her way towards Sophie’s shop her eyes looked over the couple of people that were walking by her, offering smiles and good morning pleasantries.
“Buenos,” her lips curved at the other locals.
“Buenos Dias, Lara.” The voice was piercing, and she recognized it immediately. At first she thought she was hearing things, but when their eyes connected hers darted away once she was able to confirm it wasn’t just in her head. She was scared and ready to run, which wasn’t like her. Lara went to walk away but the man grabbed her arm.
“I thought we’d seen the last of you 5 years ago.” The man’s grip got tighter as his smile grew wider.
Lara said nothing as she shot daggers at him. “Not sure if you heard but Jesse died,” he paused to read her face, but when she didn’t flinch one single muscle, he kept talking. “Not too long after you mysteriously disappeared from Lodi, actually,” his conniving, cocky voice hit her ears sending chills through her body.
“I heard, sorry for your loss,” she looked down to see the Calaveras kutte sitting smug on his shoulders. In that moment, she tried to squirm her way out of his hold but had no luck. The action went unnoticed by the bystanders on the street, but luckily one person had been watching from their father’s shop across the street.
“Let me go,” Lara’s tone mimicked her father’s almost perfectly.
“Is that what Jesse said when you murdered him?”
His words were like venom, her stomach was in knots, and she wanted to throw up, the memories of that night five years ago flooded her brain, the blood, the smell of rust, that feeling of uncertainty was rushing her thoughts, but her face stayed neutral, another thing she learned from her father.
“I said, let me the fuck go,” not bothering to answer his question, just keeping her grounded stance.
“You know when we found my cousin in a pool of blood in his own home, we really thought it was the Sons. They were messy enough to leave that reaper pin behind. We believe that so much so that we started a fuckin’ 5 year war with them. Every Calaveras charter fell apart, due to loss of life, loss of funds,” he kissed his teeth, “shit, only ones left are about 10 of my guys in my charter.”
Lara’s eyes moved again to the kutte to see the office patch sitting brand new on his chest. It was so new she was surprised she hadn’t noticed the brightness of it before. Vice President.
“Again, I’m sorry for your loss,” Lara squirmed again, this time her mind was going a mile a minute. Is that why her dad went to go up north to Charming? How much did they actually know? Did Bishop know any of this?
“You’re damn right, you’re sorry,” the spit from his statement hit her in the face causing her to flinch backwards and her nerves to back down and the anger to rise up. “You’re the one who fuckin’ killed him!” Although his voice was at a whisper she could hear the animosity in those words, the blame, and she could also sense his pain, and that was what she was going to focus on because that was the weakness that could help her out of this situation.
As the words escaped his mouth, she let the saliva build up in her mouth and instantly shoot from her mouth and hit his face, spitting it directly in the middle of his face, “I said let me the fuck go.”
Lara was now even more gripped up as the anger rose in the man as well.
“Pretty sure the lady told you to let her go,” another voice joined them.
Lara looked to the side to see Angel standing there nonchalantly with a toothpick in his mouth that rolled around as he played with it.
“And who the fuck are you?” the guy frowned and did a double take when he saw the kutte Angel was wearing.
“Don’t matter who I am,” Angel said with a shrug now leaning against the garbage bin that was about three feet to the left of the two. “You should leave her alone,” he nodded and frowned his face sarcastically.
“Or what you’re going to beat me up,” he squinted towards the patch, “El Secretario,” the man laughed as he caught a glimpse of the kutte resting on Angel’s body.
Angel laughed and shook his head, not even giving a single thought to get up in the man's face because he knew he didn’t need to.
“Nah, but she will,” the words left his mouth effortlessly.
The comment made Lara look at Angel a little differently for a split second. He wasn’t being a complete jerk, or trying to do the ‘hero - get the girl’ type of thing. He was genuinely concerned for the girl and letting her keep control of the situation.
Lara yanked her arm free and let another drop of drool exit her mouth next to the man’s shoe. “Let’s go,” Lara said looking at Angel and nodded her head for them to leave.
“Don’t do that,” the man clutched her up again before she had the chance to walk away and with that movement she spun her arm out of his grip and pushed him away.
Angel was now standing up ready to jump in.
“The last person who put their hands on me, you found dead laying in their blood, and let me tell you for some badass bikers,” her eyes moved up and down with disgust at the man, “you’re a bunch of pussies.”
With that, she walked by Angel, standing behind him waiting for him to take lead.
It took a lot for Angel not to beat the man up, who he was now realizing was just a kid, probably 19-20 years old. The kid was laughing on the ground from the push Lara gave him but Angel figured the best option was to just get Lara anywhere but here as the murmurs and whispers filled the street.
“Come on, let's go.” Angel guided the girl across the street. She felt like melting into him which was not like her, she felt helpless, dependent, a burden, along with a lot of other stressful emotions. Everything she was feeling brought her back to who she was years ago and she hated every moment of it.
They stepped into the butcher shop and Angel gave the girl her space. Luckily it had just been the two of them in there, Angel’s father had gone into the cooler in the back which was practically sound proof.
“You aight?” The seat he grabbed screeched as he flipped it around closer and motioned for her to sit while he opened the refrigerator and handed her a cold soda.
He retreated to lean on the window waiting for her response.
“Honestly?” she looked up at him with tears forming in her eyes, “no.” Her head shook from left to right as she brought the soda up to her forehead to cool her down. The adrenaline was now starting to fade and the fear and anxiety was becoming more noticeable.
“That’s ok,” Angel just nodded, not knowing how to handle the situation.
“You don’t need to deal with this,” she shook her head and stood up to walk out the door but Angel also stood to stop her.
As he approached her, even in the most innocent of ways, the girl flinched back almost like she had burned herself on something hot.
He lifted his hands up immediately and apologized.
“Sorry,” he nervously stepped back, “just... you’re good, Lara,” he said with a soft tone, “you don’t gotta put up an act. I’m not gonna judge you.”
“Right.” She said sarcastically letting her normal self come back for a little.
Angel laughed. “Look, I know I’m a dick but I’m not that much of a dick. This seems like serious shit. I can call Bishop, get him down here–”
“No!” her voice was earsplitting and caused Angel to step back and scrunch his face up. “You cannot tell Bishop, you gotta let me bring it up…” her voice cracked, “It’s family shit.”
“The dude was wearing a VP kutte, Lara, seems like it’s club shit,” Angel said back to her. In that moment she realized this was the most she talked to the man in years.
“Didn’t you see the rocker? It’s the Calaveras, they aren’t shit, just let me fuckin’ handle it,” Lara was now moving to leave the shop.
“If I trust you on this, you can’t burn me.” Angel said as Lara’s hands were about to push open the door. His eyes looked down on her as they both stood next to each other by the entrance of the shop.
“Just like I trusted you and you burned me?” The words left Lara’s mouth before she could even think them through.
Angel’s face dropped, it could've been unnoticeable if she blinked, but the fall of his expression was enough to make Lara speak again.
“You can trust me.”
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Contaminated (5/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo)
annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: Been a really busy week at work and personally but I was finally able to finalize this chapter! These beginning chapters are still very much in the “building” stages of the full story but I got some big things ahead for our girl Lara... good and bad. lol. Hope you all enjoy this chapter :)
Chapter Index
TW: Mentions of death and alcohol. Also some attitude and angst.
Word Count: 4.9k words
Taglist: @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom @nessamc @alienstardust @mrsstevenbuchananstark
5 years later.
There were two things Lara thought were definite the day she officially moved back to Santo Padre 5 years ago. One, was that she would rarely, if ever, be at the clubhouse. The second, was that she was going to have a conversation with Angel, the man she thought she’d never see again. Establish ground rules between them, whether that be messing around in secret or deciding it was just a one time thing and they’d be civil with each other.
Neither of those things happened. Angel had ignored her that day. Walked right by her like he had no clue or care who she was. That continued for the day, then the whole week, followed by the month. The tension that built between the two grew large, eventually the two were just out right rude to each other.
Which leads to the first thing she was so definite about. Visiting the club. Bishop gave that up within the first month of Lara living with him. He found that having her around wasn’t just enjoyable, but also helpful. Lara knew her way around the scrapyard and was cleaning the place up. Organizing paperwork, scheduling visits for copper pickups, working with refineries to repurpose the metals, and everything in between. She mainly kept to herself, so that did help Bishop in the grand scheme of things along with the fact that he kept club business way out of her reach. While she would occasionally hang out with the guys, she mainly just lent a helping hand and when she was hanging with the guys, Bishop would lie if he said it wasn’t damn entertaining. Seeing her deliver an attitude, that usually only he saw, at the guys to keep them in their place was not only hilarious but it made Bishop proud of his kid.
So much in fact, that here they were, five years later and Lara was still living with him. And he was content with the idea of her in Santo Padre, but that didn’t mean Lara wasn’t ready to rock the boat a little bit.
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The sound of motorcycles vibrated the ground but Lara kept cleaning up, unfazed by the group of bikers entering the yard. Through the headphones that were blasting music in her ears, she heard the familiar voice of her father as he approached her.
“You know we got a prospect to do that, right?” The man was taking his riding gloves off chuckling at the scene of his daughter cleaning up.
“Maybe so, but you got EZ runnin’ bitch for everyone else that clean up seems to fall at the bottom of his list,” she smirked as she tossed the bottles into the recycling bin and then folded up her sleeves.
Bishop laughed at the boldness of the girl, she was the only one who could ever talk like that to him and truthfully it was because he knew she got the attitude from him.
“You left the house early today,” he followed her to the steps of the clubhouse making conversation.
“I went to go see an apartment.”
The words froze Bishop for a moment before he furrowed his brows and began to question the girl.
“Where?” His voice was gruff and deep.
“One on Mango Street and another on Cherry Blossom,” she didn’t even offer a look towards the man knowing that his response was about to start an issue between them.
“So you saw apartmentS,” he emphasized the plural in the word, “in Santo Padre.”
They stepped inside the clubhouse where pretty much everyone was hanging around, doing their own thing.
“Yup,” she squeezed behind the counter next to a couple of the girls who manned the bar as she dropped the glassware she had collected outside into the sink and washed her hands.
“So you’re looking to move into your own place in Santo Padre?” he said standing in front of the bar trying to make eye contact with her. The questions he was asking were pretty much a repeat of the last. But it was just taking him a minute to wrap his head around the shock of it.
“You ask a lot of questions,” her attitude was growing as she popped her headphones out and put them in her pocket.
Before he could respond a group of the younger Mayans had entered into the clubhouse with loud laughs as they joked with each other causing both of them to look at the door. Lara took the opportunity to slip from behind the bar and to the table where Hank was sitting, in hopes to escape the conversation she was having with her father.
“Save me,” she whispered to Hank as she approached the table. Lara gripped her uncle’s shoulders in desperation for him to help her and almost instantly a smirk filled the man's face.
“Not sure if I want to be dragged into whatever you got going on with your ol’ man,” he laughed.
“Lalo” Bishop used the nickname he gave her when she was a little girl with firmness behind his tone. “We agreed you’d leave here,” he leaned over the table, “and now you’re out here looking at fuckin’ apartments on fucking Cherry Blossom Street,” he spoke outraged.
“Yea, you’re on your own.” Hank got up and kissed the girl's head before retreating to anywhere but there.
“Are we really going to do this?” Lara sighed and looked at him.
“Yea, we fuckin’ are,” his anger level was rising.
Lara rolled her eyes and then looked at her father, his face was filled with frustration and she’d lie if she said it didn’t break her heart a little bit.
“Look, I just need my own space,” she pleaded with him knowing that wasn’t his concern.
“That’s fine, Lalo,” his voice had more sympathy in it as he moved to sit down at the table. “I just thought we agreed that you would leave Santo Padre. Start fresh somewhere.”
She joined him at the table, her shoulders leaned against the back of the chair. “We said that nearly 5 years ago. It was only two years after Aiden. Things were different,” she paused for a minute thinking about how much changed. She got pulled into thinking about what brought her back here which led her to her next statement. “Things were...messy.”
The name of his youngest child stung Bishop as it left Lara’s mouth and she could tell immediately.
“I don’t want to be far from you. Is that so much to ask?” she smiled hoping it would lighten the mood. “Dad’s little girl,” she raised her eyebrows and laughed at the comment.
“Shut up,” his eyes rolled as the smirk grew on his face at the sarcastic comment from his daughter.
“I’ll even let you come over and fix shit,” she crossed her arms and leaned back in the seat.
“Oh yea, I’m sold,” he laughed nodding his head.
Before they could continue someone was interrupting their conversation.
“Yo, Bish. El Padrino’s on his way.” Angel hovered over the two with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“No one ever taught you manners?” Lara was standing up now fully annoyed by the tall biker. Angel and Lara had a simple dynamic, they didn’t like each other and they made it very known. Between what went down between them, she had seen the way he treated the girls that hung around the clubhouse and that mixed in with his cockiness created a very noticeable dislike between them.
Pushing her way in between Bishop and Angel, she bent down and kissed her father on the cheek.
“I’m going to pick up Frankie and we’ll be at Soph’s teaching the kids jewelry making all day.” Lara said as she hugged the man goodbye.
“I’ll be home late too. I have a shift at The Villa tonight,” she completely ignored Angel’s presence until she reached and grabbed the unlit cigarette from his mouth.
“You know these will kill you?” She brought it to her mouth and lit it, taking a deep inhale.
“What the fuck?” His voice raised a pitch at the audacity of the young woman.
Bishop offered a slight smirk but then wiped the look off his face before either of them could see. As Angel looked towards him to do something Obispo lifted his hands up in surrender.
“Don’t look at me,” his head shrunk into his shoulders as he shrugged.
“Maybe next time you’ll learn to say excuse me,” Lara called out as she grabbed her backpack and headed out the door.
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“If you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be?” Frankie asked Lara as they sat at the table putting together bracelets as the kids around them were doing the same.
“I think I would choose the Frozen CD!!!” a little boy who was about 7 years old jumped up to answer the question he overheard which caused the table to shake and the assortment of beads to rattle.
“Great choice, Joshua!” Lara smiled at the young boy. “Remember to try and be aware of your surroundings though, we don’t want you to get hurt,” she gripped the table to stop the shaking before things fell to the ground.
“Sorry Ms. Lara.”
“No need to apologize,” she smiled at the boy and stood up nodding for Frankie to follow.
Lara began volunteering at Sophie’s jewelry shop without even realizing it. She ended up visiting the woman so much that it just sort of happened. Lara had always been into making designs up when it came to jewlwery. Beading, braiding, bending, you name it. It was therapeutic for the girl, while also kept her mind occupied, even back in the day when not nearly as many thoughts were taking up space in her brain. Bishop always used to say to anyone who’d listen, ‘Lara could accessorize trash and turn it into something beautiful.’ There were just so many reasons she held onto the hobby, which is what led her to the present moment.
The girls made their way over to the register of the shop as Lara continued to make her bracelet in hand.
“Did you tell your dad that we got an apartment?” Lara asked Frankie.
“Did you?” she responded back with her eyebrows raised.
“My dad wants me to stay as close as possible, when I told him we got a place together in Santo Padre it was like a sigh of relief came over him. I only live one town over now and you’d think I was halfway across the world,” the girl joked and jumped on the counter to sit.
“Bishop freaked,” Lara grabbed her water bottle next to the register, wrapping the finished bracelet around her knuckles as she cracked the cap of the bottle. “And I didn’t even mention that we signed a lease.”
“I’m sure you freaked too, Mrs. Attitude,” Frankie smirked.
“Besides the point,” Lara rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “it seemed like he partially came around in the end. It's gonna take a few more conversations but either way I’m doing my own thing. Only reason I stayed this long is because domestically, he’s a mess. The man needs a woman in his life because otherwise that house would just crumble.”
Just as she finished that statement Sophie came out from the back with a shipment box. The kids at the table began to get riled up in excitement to see the woman.
“Hook him up with Soph,” Frankie said casually as she scrolled on her phone.
“Honestly, not a bad idea,” Lara looked at how amazing the woman who owned the jewelry shop was with the kids. She already meddled enough in Bishop’s life though, organizing the scrapyard and keeping his house clean was enough for Lara, she didn’t need to get involved in his love life too. She moved on and continued to talk about her father.
“He’s finally starting to show signs of healing but you can’t even say Aiden’s name without feeling like you just stabbed him in the heart,” Lara brought the bottle up to her mouth.
“We all have different ways to grieve,” Frankie sympathized with the man. “I mean, you’re here,” she motioned around the room at the kids making jewelry.
“This is to honor him though,” Lara offered up an excuse.
“And maybe what Bish is doing is his own way of honoring him.” Frankie shrugged knowing her point was clear but not wanting to rub salt into her best friend's wound.
“Alright, Jennifer Melfi.” Lara referred to her as the therapist from the Sopranos as a joke.
Frankie laughed and walked over to the table to help the kids get ready as the session was wrapping up for the day. For a moment Lara went back in time in her mind, thinking about this connection to her brother.
“Lara, can you teach me how to make jewelry?” The little boy said randomly as she pushed him in the grocery cart with Antonia next to her.
“Of course I can.” The girl smiled as she leaned over the cooler to grab a tray of steak.
Antonia looked over and smiled at the comment the boy made and continued walking down the food aisle.
“Will they bully me at school for wearing it?” He asked as he was swinging his legs through the cart openings.
“If anyone says anything to you, you tell them your sister will come down there and scare them straight,” she whispered so Antonia couldn’t hear.
“Thanks Lara.” The boy smiled and rested his hand on hers that was gripping the cart.
“I know you hate hearing this but you are so much of your father it blows my mind.” Antonia said as the two of them caught up to her. Lara had thought she was out of earshot to the woman but clearly she wasn’t.
Lara smiled to herself at the comment. It had been an act whenever she’d roll her eyes at the ‘your just like your father comments’. Truthfully, it made her happy. Her father was strong, he was resilient, being like him was a compliment.
The memory quickly faded from her mind and she joined Frankie to help the kids pack up and as the parents arrived Frankie continued to talk to the girl about club stuff.
“You comin’ to hang at the club tonight?” Frankie was adjusting the backpack on one of the kids before sending him out the door.
“I’m at The Villa until closing tonight, if I’m able to hop out early I’ll probably come by,” she was crossing off the names of each student who left to make sure everyone was accounted for.
“EZ told me it’s just going to be lowkey. Not too many randoms.” Frankie now stood next to Lara leaning against a table that was now practically empty and only had a few more kids left around it.
“Then what’s even the point?” Lara smiled knowing her best friend was about to lecture her.
“You know one day one of the randoms you bring home or to the bathroom of the club, whatever you do, is going to be a serial killer and I’m going to have to help two white girls that run a podcast solve your murder,” she glared at the girl, “and I’m not holding back. They’re gonna know every excruciating detail about you.”
Lara laughed out loud at the comment, “I mean I’m not sure what the difference is, it’s not like the ones I actually know are any better, they were now whispering secretly so the two kids left that were playing at the furthest seat at the table couldn’t hear. “So I have some fun,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I see no harm. Plus, you’re getting your information from the Prospect. That’s your first fuck up,” Lara joked.
“Harm is... it's what you’ve been doing for 5 years now. You know it’s just a temporary bandage on an overly infected wound,” the girl lectured her.
“When you said you’d want to go to school for psychology I didn’t realize I was signing up to be your guinea pig patient,” Lara answered with a tone that was friendly enough for Frankie to surpass the sass.
“Mhm. I’m just looking out for you,” she said, hoping to end the conversation there, “and if anything, EZ knows what the party’s going to be like because they make him get all the beer and food and shit,” she rebutled as they packed up before heading their separate ways.
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Lara said her goodbyes to the last family to leave the restaurant for the night. It had just hit 10:30, which was an early night for her. Typically she would find herself leaving close to midnight but then again, it was a weekday. She said her goodbyes and clocked out, taking her apron off, along with her tie as she walked over to the car Bishop had got her. Before getting into the driver's seat she rummaged through the back for an outfit to put on. Working late nights at The Villa turned her car into a walk in closet to avoid the extra stop between destinations. She quickly changed her outfit and took her hair out of the messy bun it had previously been in before driving off to the clubhouse.
The gate was open, which meant more people were coming, and that meant that this wasn’t some lowkey party. Lara parked off to the side, close to where EZ’s trailer was to avoid getting blocked in. As she locked her car, she made her way towards the large green gate to see dozens of people in the lot. The music was blaring, the fight rink was seeing a lot of action, people were dancing, and that’s when she saw her actual uncle about to walk past her.
“Tio Marcus?” Her tone came out as a question even though she was 100% it was him.
His face looked sad, a look Lara wasn’t familiar with when it came to the man. He was always cheerful around the girl, she knew he had a serious side to him, but it was something she rarely saw growing up, only when she would interrupt him and Bishop.
“Lara?” He said in the same questioning tone. His face lit up a bit when he saw her and he quickly brought her in for a hug. “Where’ve you been all day?” The two let go of their embrace and stood in front of one another.
“Work,” she sighed, holding up her name tag that was on the sweater she held in her right hand.
“All day?” he frowned knowing he got there around 10AM.
“I volunteer at the jewelry shop when I can,” she shrugged, “then I work nights at this restaurant downtown,” she explained.
“Workin’ hard. I’m proud of you.”
“Where’re you headed? Seems like the party’s just getting started.” Her eyes glanced around the yard as the large crowd around the fight ring yelled to declare a winner.
“Business. My partying days are over,” a smile formed on his face.
“I don’t believe that for one second,” she smiled back before giving him a goodbye hug.
“Next time you’re in town, take your business,” her tone was cheeky, “to The Villa, I’ll set you up at a good table, you might even eat for free,” her eyebrows raised and wiggled.
Marcus laughed, “Speaking of, Izzy’s been asking about you, think she wants to cook you a free meal.”
“You tell Izzy I’ll come over for a free meal anytime,” Lara called out as both of them parted ways.
Lara scanned the scrapyard for a familiar face, and stopped when she found her father who seemed absent minded as he sat at one of the wooden picnic tables.
“Why’s everyone look so damn sad around here, haven’t you got the memo, we’re partyin’” Lara took her sweater and lightly hit it against her father’s legs as she sat down next to him.
“Long day,” he responded without averting his gaze.
“Tell me about it,” her face grew in a smile because she knew her response would get some reaction out of Bishop.
He looked over at her with a smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden. He placed his arm behind the girl as they both leaned back against the table.
“You wanna talk about it?” she met his gaze.
“Things around here are changing.”
Lara nodded and understood he wasn’t going to get too in depth of what the issue was. To be honest, what he had said was strides compared to years ago where he kept her completely in the dark. But even this, it was surface level. He never divulged anything about the club to her that wasn’t public knowledge. It bothered Lara, it put her and Bishop at odds very frequently, but tonight, she wasn’t going to argue.
“Aren’t they always?” Lara responded as she took Bishop’s beer off the table they were leaning on for herself.
The two sat in each other's presence for a few minutes, soaking in the night around them.
Lara enjoyed moments like this. Sitting in comfortable silence with her father while the world around them moved on and they were just on lookers of it all. It was the quality time she enjoyed because she didn’t need to be thinking, just observing and enjoying.
In the midst of her observation, she noticed EZ standing on the edge of the porch of the clubhouse with Frankie on the steps to his right as they chatted and laughed. Lara could pick up on the energy between them and just offered up a little smirk to herself as she sipped on the beer.
“What’s goin’ on with those two?” Bishop asked with the same exact smirk on his face as Lara as he pointed nonchalantly at EZ and Frankie.
“Beats me,” Lara responded by moving her eye around the scrapyard and stopping at Angel.
“What’s goin’ on with that one?” her head nodded towards Angel who was sulking privately which was unlike the man, especially at a party.
“Family shit.” Bishop said, standing up. “Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but if I tell you this, you can’t go runnin’ your mouth to him.” Bishop pointed at her.
“Me?” she pretended to be shocked. “Run my mouth?” her hand raised to her chest as her jaw dropped and she looked around as if she was searching for the audacity of her father’s words.
Bishop rolled his eyes. “Cut the bullshit, Lalo.” he joked back at her.
“Tell me all the chismoso,” she leaned forward.
“EZ asked me to be his sponsor. The two of them got some shit to work out, who knows.” Bishop explained, standing over the girl.
Lara’s face dropped a bit, the last time Bishop was a sponsor was the last time she felt she really knew her dad. Or at least who he used to be. She’d get glimpses of that man every so often still to this day, but once he sponsored Medina for the club, that was when he became 100% invested. It made sense, with someone’s life on the line, and that call on your conscience. But it didn't make it any easier on the family Bishop left behind.
“Don’t give me that look,” Bishop said to Lara, knowing everything she was thinking just from her expression.
Lara quickly shook her head to wipe the disappointment off her face and replaced it with a grin. “He’s lucky to have you. You’ve always been a good person to look up to.” The tears began to well up behind her eyes but after a few blinks she was able to push them back.
Bishop kissed his teeth and brought the girl in for a quick hug before he got down to her eye level.
“I’m sorry I pushed this life on you,” his hand cupped the back of her head with a strong grip.
“When are you going to realize I want to be a part of this life?” Lara wasn’t being mean this time though, she wasn’t trying to argue, she was being honest. She accepted that this is what was meant for her life a while ago, but Bishop was still not letting anyone in.
He reached towards the girl to wipe the few stray tears that began to fall on her cheek and was about to speak but she didn’t allow it.
“Don’t,” she stopped him by shaking her head loose from the grip. “Don’t do this shit now. I’m here now because I want to be. Let’s leave it at that.” She quickly pressed a kiss to her fathers cheek as they both stood up. “I’m going to get another beer and enjoy this party,” she was now too far for them to get any further in the conversation, “and I suggest you do the same!'' She called out and then jogged up to EZ and Frankie.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” EZ grinned as the girl approached.
“Heard the big news, prospect.” Lara said as she tossed him her empty beer.
“Not sure if you’re happy for me, or happy you have something to hold over Angel’s head.” EZ laughed as he straightened his back from leaning on the porch.
“Why does everyone think I’m gonna use this as some sort of leverage on Angel?” A scoff escaped her mouth as she turned to Frankie since EZ was now laughing and making his way inside to replenish the girl's beer.
“Because anyone with two eyes and ears can see that you two have some deep rooted shit.” Frankie spoke. The girl had no idea about Angel and Lara’s run in at the local bar five years ago. The only people that knew were Lara and Angel and Lara was going to keep it that way.
“You two bicker like an old married couple,” Frankie continued to explain.
Lara quickly changed the topic not wanting to hint at anything between her and Angel. “You’re getting mighty close with EZ,” her shoulder lightly tapped Frankie’s in an attempt to tease her.
Frankie laughed, “What if I told you, we were kind of…”
Frankie didn’t get to finish her sentence before Lara interrupted. “Tell me you’re dating the prospect. Teeellllll me you’re dating the prospect.” She repeated over and over again.
“Can you relax?” she shushed the girl down and linked their arms as they declined down the stairs to go somewhere where less people were gathered.
“So it’s not like there’s an official title or anything but we’re definitely more than friends,” she explained as they moved to the right side of the clubhouse ground, still near the porch.
“So it seems like Coco ain’t the closest person you got anymore.” Lara teased again.
“Things just are easy with him,” she rolled her eyes.
“Easy with EZ” Lara kept the mocking going.
“Can you be serious for like 2 minutes,” Frankie pushed her.
“Okay, you got serious me for two minutes then I’m going inside and taking about 3 shots and a round at the pool table with Coco to try and win back the money I lost last week.”
“Do you think I’m crazy?” Frankie wasn’t going to waste any time, she knew Lara was being serious about the two minutes and she understood she had a long day and needed to unwind.
“For dating EZ? No. Not at all. Look at him. Plus he's like crazy smart, I’m sure the two of you could come up with a world peace agreement if you really tried. But at the same time, he’s more factual while you’re more philosophical, so it evens itself out, you know? Logic versus emotion.”
Frankie looked at the girl in awe.
“What? You asked for serious, and you got 90 seconds left of it, so ask away.” Lara leaned against the pillar of the porch.
“That was really all I wanted to know. I’m going to take the rest day by day.”
“You tell Hank yet?” Lara was still being serious, wondering how the man was going to take it. He had to know something like this could happen, especially having her around so often.
“Tell Hank what?” Ez smiled as he reproached the girls.
“About the apartment,” Lara covered for the girl quickly.
“Oh yea, Frankie told me you’re moving into your new place on Saturday.” Ez handed over the beer to the girl.
“New place?” Bishop’s voice sounded from the left.
He was in perfect earshot of the conversation. Lara kicked herself off from leaning on the porch as well as mentally kicked herself in the ass for not being aware of her surroundings. Her plan was to warm Bishop up to the idea of her having a place in Santo Padre, and with how things went this morning she was still in the beginning stages of her plan. And while Lara wasn’t sure how much he heard, he definitely heard enough which meant she skipped warming him up and ripped the bandaid straight off.
Lara took a deep breath as she took in Bishop’s face. She swore she could see steam coming out of his ears. This might’ve been the angriest she’d seen the man since she was a kid and all she managed to come up with was a cheesy smile followed by one word.
“Surprise?”
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Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo)
annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: I got kind of carried away with this chapter but there’s just a lot in my brain for this story lol. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Index
TW: Mentions of blood, death, murder, domestic abuse, car accident,
t r a u m a again. (i promise it’ll lighten up eventually), slight hinting towards smut, like if you blink you’ll miss it.
Word Count: 3k words
Taglist: @est1887 @minimel-fics @spnaquakindgdom
A knock at the door woke the two girls up on the couch along with the rays of sun shining in through the large window. Frankie was up and at the door in seconds, rising on her tiptoes to peek through the peep hole to see who was there.
She unlatched the door and turned the doorknob to let the guests in. Bishop and Hank walked through the entryway, Bishop giving the girl a quick hug as he walked in.
“Thank you,” he took a moment as he held the girl out at arms length.
“Yea, yea.” The girl smiled and pushed him away as she went to greet her own father.
“How you holdin’ up?” Bishop asked as he approached Lara who was still on the couch.
“Good. Was actually able to sleep a little.”
“We should get you checked out.” Bishop said, looking at the girl’s arms and legs. Seeing the set of old black and blue bruises mixed with the yellow-green ones as his eye moved to her neck where the red was forming from the most recent incident.
“Can we just go home?” The girl asked, standing up off the couch, folding the blanket and setting it on the top cushion.
The word ‘home’ hit Bishop like a truck. He hadn’t heard anyone refer to his house as a home in years and hearing it come from his daughter felt like the breath of fresh air he needed.
“Yea, let’s go home.” He repeated to her nodding towards the front door.
“Where are your clothes from last night?” Bishop asked out loud before following her footsteps, remembering he still had to tie up the last loose strings from the night before.
Lara looked at Frankie who was still near the entryway of her place standing next to Hank.
“Burned. Threw ‘em in the fireplace last night. Ain’t my first rodeo.” She grinned hoping the comedic tone would ease the tension of the situation.
Lara took a minute and smiled at the girl as she walked over to her.
“Thanks.” She took a deep breath followed by a chuckle. “That feels like such an underwhelming use of the gratitude I feel.” Lara shook her head and stared at the ground. But it was the truth, she had been dropped off at Frankie’s doorstep in the crazy hours of night and she just took her in.
“Gratitude’s mine. Helped me perfect a new meal.” She winked at the girl so Hank couldn’t see.
“New meal, huh?” Hank looked over at his daughter with his eyebrows raised and a smile to match.
The group of them laughed. The feeling was warm and not something she expected to feel so soon after the night prior or even at all. Her life was issue after issue so the connection of bonding and laughing was foreign.
Lara said her goodbyes before she made her way out the door and was soon followed by Bishop who walked onto the front porch to see his daughter frozen on the driveway staring at the 800 pound green machinery that practically mocked her in it’s standing position. Lara knew it was the only way she’d be getting home, but it didn’t stop the negative flow of thoughts from running in and out of her brain a mile a minute. It had been a while, to say the least, since she was on a Harley. She never got on Jesse’s bike. Ever. Since her brother’s accident, driving itself had been a task, let alone bringing herself to be so vulnerable and open on the road like you were on a bike.
“It doesn’t have eyes so the bike will win by default,” Bishop said as he walked past the girl to grab the extra helmet he had ready for her.
After taking a deep breath she stepped towards the bike she was having a stare off with. Bishop handed her the helmet and she went to grab it but Bishop’s hand was still gripping it. Her head snapped up to look at her father’s eyes.
“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you right?”
“8 hours is a long drive.” She retorted back without breaking eye contact.
A smirk filled Bishop’s face as he let go of the helmet and swung his leg over the machine.
“6.”
The grin on his face was filled with humor knowing the girl was going to freak out since he was insinuating speeding his way home.
“Da-“ Lara’s voice cut through his chuckle but he quickly cut her off.
“I’m kidding,” His grin turned to a genuine smile as he twisted his body and tapped the space behind him. “Let’s get you home.”
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Lara took a step into Bishop’s house. From the outside it could pass for livable, stone veneer on the bottom and a forrest green side panelling that filled the top half. It was two stories, and at a quick glance it looked great. But then your eye moved to the landscaping, the trees grew long to the point they were sagging down covering the entire front walkway, weeds grew tall in the front yard, the sidewalk had broken stones and don’t get Lara started on that damn driveway. It was filled with junk, a couple old cars and trucks, some stuff from the scrapyard Bishop swore he’d bring home and fix up for his own use, mixed with a handful of things Antonia was getting rid of when she moved out of their previous home that Bishop just couldn’t bring himself to let go. The inside was even more of a disaster, clothes everywhere, empty bottles strewn throughout, the couch looked like it had been slept on very frequently. The only clean room was the kitchen, which probably meant he wasn’t cooking and barely eating.
“Didn’t think I’d be having company,” Bishop joked and paced down to one of the closets to pull out the one towel that hadn’t looked like it had been used.
“Figured you might want to shower.” Bishop shrugged as he handed the girl the towel as she took in the state of everything. “You remember where it is right?”
“Uhm, on the left?” The girl pointed down the hall double checking if her memory was serving her correctly. She had only been in her fathers house a handful of times. He moved here once Antonia Pena and him separated, which was pretty much right after Aiden had passed.
“Yea, you can use whatever’s in there,” He waved his hand nonchalantly. “Later today we can go to the grocery store and get you some things.”
“Cool.” She kept her response simple and made her way to the bathroom.
To her surprise the bathroom was also not as disastrous as the rest of the house, the only complaint she could make was that every surface was covered in dust. Another sign that Bishop hadn’t been staying here often and she assumed he spent as much time at the clubhouse as he did when she left. She opened the shower door and turned the handle allowing her a few minutes to undress and let the water get steaming hot.
Lara stepped into the hot water, letting it hit her body as she hoped it wouldn’t just wash off the leftover blood but the shame and guilt she found eating her alive. For a moment she stood motionless in the shower as the remaining stains washed away, but as the water cleaned her off, it left her feeling oddly vulnerable. Suddenly a wave of emotion hit her and she began sobbing. Tears mixing with shower water as they fell to the drain. Her body knelt to the bottom of the tub and she just silently wailed. It wasn’t even because she wanted to hide the sounds of cries it was just so much she was feeling. The water pounded on her back as every cry escaped her mouth.
The thoughts ruminating in her head. The 5 W’s followed by the big H.
Who was she?
What did she do?
When would she feel okay again?
Where the fuck was she going to go?
Why did she always find herself in situations like this?
And How. How was she going to move on from this?
Those were followed by more intricate thoughts, with more detail and essentially she was burying herself with guilt, but not only for what she had done but the fact she couldn’t even recognize herself anymore. Letting Jesse put his hands on her, letting him take advantage of her time and time again. Then her thoughts would snap back to last night. The blood. Her scream. But then what Frankie said came to her mind. It’s usually you or them.
As she exited the bathroom she saw that Bishop had left the spare bedroom open and her backpack was on the bed. The last of her personal belongings were in that bag, only a couple outfits, some homemade jewelry along with her jewelry kit that she made things from, her glasses, and finally her wallet that only held her ID and a couple $20 bills.
After getting ready she rejoined Bishop who was in the kitchen trying to scrounge up food. So far, he had a box of cereal and stale pop tarts on the table.
“Not much but figured you could eat what you wanted and we’d head out to stock things up.”
“I’m not that hungry, if you want we can go now?” She shrugged, adjusting her glasses on her face. “But we’re taking the truck.” She grabbed a pop tart and walked to the front door.
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The Ford truck Bishop owned was pulling into the small market that took up a good chunk of the main street block.
Lara looked around at the familiar scene that looked exactly how she left it years prior. She took in the familiarity of it all before Bishop’s voice broke through.
“Take a cart and fill that shit up with whatever you want, I’m gonna go to the pharmacy and just pick up some stuff.”
Lara knew he was getting things to take care of the bruises that she currently had covered up on her. Truthfully, there was nothing anyone could do but let them fade away but she wasn’t going to stop Bishop from falling back into the caretaker role. She had already argued her way out of going to an urgent care or hospital so she’d let him have this.
He handed her a stack of bills before they both went in different directions to accomplish their tasks. Shopping didn’t take Lara long, she grabbed snacking foods, some produce, toiletries, along with the bare necessities of clothing, socks, t shirts, underwear, pretty much whatever clothes you could find in a market like this, so needless to say she she wasn’t going to be entering a fashion show any time soon. She was in and out within the half hour and began loading the bed of the truck with the bags when Bishop reappeared.
“I gotta head down to the clubhouse, do you–“ Bishop was hesitant to suggest bringing the girl down to the scrapyard with him. He wanted to keep her as far away from what she experienced the night before and just that life as a whole. Lara picked up on it and figured she’d save the man from trying to express his thoughts.
“Does Sophie still own the jewelry shop?” She stood up on the bed of the truck to get a look down the Main Street block at where the store she was referring to was.
“Yup. Nothing’s changed. She just might have a new cat in that window.” Bishop huffed.
“Cool, I’m gonna head there then, I’ll walk home after.”
“You sure?”
“Yea, I’ll see you tonight.” She made her way down off the truck and started to descend down the block putting her hands in her back pocket. She frowned for a minute and turned around.
“Thanks, by the way.” She removed her one hand and pointed to the groceries and then waved her hand in a circle. “For everything.”��
Bishop simply nodded and waved with his hand goodbye before getting into the truck and leaving for the clubhouse.
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The ding of the bell on the door filled the store as Lara entered the shop she so frequently visited as a kid. The person behind the counter looked up and a gasp exited her mouth. Almost instantly Lara was engulfed in a hug.
“How are you?!” The woman asked as she held Lara close to her.
Lara laughed and squeezed her in return. “How are YOU?” She flipped the question back at her.
As the woman pulled away she grabbed Lara’s shoulders and got a good look at her and just nodded, having an idea of what she was going through, being able to see past the long sleeve shirt and hair covering up the marks of the past.
“Come,” the woman nodded for Lara to follow. As she did, her eyes travelled around the jewelry shop, taking in the nuances of the shop she loved so much. The wooden tables that altered in height displaying the funky bright colored necklaces and rings along with the lanterns mounted to the ceiling that dangled and twirled in circles as the breeze of the air conditioning hit them. It looked so familiar but also so different.
“Soph, it looks amazing,” Lara said as she looked at the ceiling above the register that had light fixtures with custom jeweled chains, and at the rest of the unique handmade accessories.
“A little goes a long way in my book, I was able to save up enough to buy the place out, make it my own.”
“My dream.” Lara said under her breath.
“You’ll get there one day. Sell online for now, there’s a big crowd there, get a base clientele,” Sophie was giving advice before she lifted her hands. “Sorry,” she closed her eyes. “Habit. Help the youth you know?”
“And this youth appreciates it.”
“What happened?” The girl asked not to waste any more time.
“What do you mean?”
“That avoidance act might work on your father, but I push.” Sophie smiled sarcastically as she pointed to her chest.
“Mistakes.” Lara shook her head. “Would you let me say I don’t really want to talk about it? Just know I’m okay now.”
Sophie lifted her shirt showing her stomach. “My mistake,” she showed the large scar on her abdomen before changing the topic.
The women chatted for a bit before an overflow of customers came in. Lara said her goodbyes and decided to walk down the block taking in the town that brought back so many different memories. Some good. Some bad.
The neon sign down the block flickered, catching her attention. The sun was just about to be setting and she figured why not have a drink. One drink obviously turned into a couple. The trauma she had buried was rising up and the liquor was doing a good job of pushing it down. Lara finished the glass and as it clinked against the table a voice from behind her startled her.
“Fuck that guy.”
She turned around to see an extremely tall man in a button up plaid shirt make his way to sit at the bar. Lara’s first thought? Ugh. Second thought? Well? Third thought? Let’s see.
“And what guy would that be?” Lara went along with him, turning just her head to look over and up at him as he stood a few feet from her.
“Whoever's got you drinking like that.” His eyebrows raised as he nodded towards the empty glasses. He proceeded to make himself comfortable in the seat two stools over from her, creating a decent sized space between them before ordering.
“Hey Top, two of whatever’s she’s having.”
The bartender came and brought them both the tequila drinks.
“Seems like now you got me drinking like that,” she lifted the new refilled glass at him and offered him a cheers.
“And here’s to joining you,” he added as he took a sip.
“So I guess a ‘Fuck that girl’ is in order,” Lara added with a smile as she took her sip.
The mystery man laughed and nodded his head, “You from around here?”
“Please don’t.” Lara shook her head. The man looked at her with his eyebrows raised.
“Sorry,” she lifted her hands in an apology. “I just, the whole picking someone up in a bar thing, the small talk, how do you not cringe?” She laughed looking at him.
“So what’s on the ‘ok conversation’ list?” he asked with a devilish smile. Nothing good could come out of that smile.
“Nothing,” she gave the same devilish grin back and finished the drink in one last chug which allowed the man to look at her pretty impressed.
Lara got up and adjusted herself, she knew the words out of her mouth next would be a mistake. But, truthfully, she didn’t care. She’d let the toxic mentality run through her veins one more time. Ironically, that’s what she had said each time she got herself into trouble. But her excuse came down to this. It’s difficult when things get like this, doing yourself right when you’re already so deep into wrong, when the pain becomes practically numb while simultaneously you can feel it practically spilling out of you. So even though she knew she shouldn’t, she did. And she did it with confidence.
“Count to 20 and meet me in the bathroom.”
Lara glided past the man on her way to the bar’s bathroom and like clockwork the man was at the door in 20 seconds.
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Contaminated (2/?)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, blood, domestic abuse, relationship abuse, more t r a u m a.
A/N: A little Uncle Hank and Niece Lara being awkward and shy followed up by some classic girls supporting girls. Next chapter will have some more Dad Bish, he’s just currently cleaning up our girl’s mess right now. Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter Index
Word Count: 2.3k words
Contaminated Taglist: @est1887 (Let me know if you want to be added!)
It was practically 2AM at this point as Hank and Lara sat awkwardly quiet in the van as they drove down the empty interstate. The MC van wasn’t new to her, she knew the vehicle and the man driving it well, but knowing how she left mixed with the situation that led her here made everything even more tense than imagined.
The silence was eating Hank alive so he decided to speak up.
“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn down the air?” He asked as he went to fidget with the dials. Trying to just make the girl he looked at as a niece comfortable.
“No, I’m ok.” She responded, hands sitting in her lap as she mindlessly played with her jewelry on her hands.
Hank nodded and put both hands back on the wheel. A couple cars zoomed past them on the highway, but besides the occasional speeder, they were the only ones on the road. A sign that read “Oakland 5 miles” passed overhead and Lara wondered how much longer they would be driving.
“Are you hungry or anything?” Hank spoke up after a few minutes again. He scrunched his face up after asking once he noticed Lara jump at the unexpected noise, now double guessing if that was an okay thing to ask.
“What do you got?” Lara looked over at him curiously for the first time. She needed something to keep her mind occupied and sitting in silence was not helping.
Hank leaned over and rummaged through the side compartment of the van. He took out a couple pieces of paper, folded up scrapyard forms, and gas receipts until he pulled out an unopened chocolate bar and a bag of peanuts.
“The prospect always keeps junk hangin’ around.” The side smirk grew on his face as he handed them to her and shrugged.
“One man’s trash.” She said with a courteous look and opened the Hershey bar as Hank went and turned on the radio to ease the silent tension as they continued to drive.
The ride was only 10 more minutes but it felt like an eternity. If Lara was being honest, although not talking was torture for her brain, the thought of having to explain anything to Hank seemed more torturous. He was an amazing uncle– kind, thoughtful, but hard to talk to about the deep stuff, as his niece that is. She was sure when Bishop approached him on club business he had a whole different persona, I mean how else do you get to be the Sergeant at Arms of an MC?
Hank put the car in park which made Lara snap out of her thoughts and stare up at the tiny house they pulled up to. She took in the area as she climbed out of the van and made her way to the front door. Before either of them could knock the door was being opened and Francesca Loza stood there waving them in.
Lara looked around the house as Frankie and Hank whispered by the door, clearly talking about her.
“Just look after her, you know?” Hank offered up to his daughter.
Frankie nodded and looked at the girl who was clearly uncomfortable and decided she’d take her father’s advice. Which is why she then kicked him out.
“Alright, go.” Frankie shooed her father out the door and he raised his hands up innocently as he walked out the door just as quickly as he entered.
“You want some water?” Frankie asked as she walked past the girl to fill up a glass despite Lara’s lack of response.
Lara awkwardly followed and grabbed the glass that Frankie put on the counter.
“Alright, so we’re gonna do the quiet thing, that’s cool.” Frankie said when she realized Lara wasn’t going to speak.
She escaped into the back hallway and Lara thought she was just going to stay back there which would leave her alone with her thoughts. But almost within seconds the girl was back in the kitchen with a bunch of folded clothes in her hand. Lara froze when she saw the clothes and then looked down at her own to see the blood all over her current outfit. A look of worry filled Lara’s face which Frankie clearly could read off of her immediately.
“It’s not a big deal.” Frankie spoke so nonchalant you’d think they were talking about spilt milk. “You know who our dads are?” She shrugged and left the clothes on the counter as she opened the fridge looking for something to quickly put together.
She took out some produce along with a container of meat and placed them on the counter before turning around to the island in her kitchen where Lara stood on the opposite side.
“Do you eat meat? I have soy chorizo too, we don’t discriminate in this house.” She turned back around and grabbed the ingredients she stacked up and brought them onto the island. She paused for a minute and looked directly at Lara before speaking again. “We just don’t tell Hank he’s eating a vegan based meal.” She smiled spreading everything out for Lara to get a look at.
“I’m a carnivore.” Lara said her first words since entering the house and then immediately flinched at the thought of her statement.
Frankie understood her thought process immediately, that was something great about her, she could read the room swimmingly, and all of her psychology classes made that skill even more useful. Turning around she rapidly put the beef away and replaced it with the soy chorizo.
“Cool. Well this is a new brand so you can tell me if it passes for the real stuff cause then I can add it into Hank’s secret menu.” She smiled trying to move the conversation along as to not upset the girl and keep her calm.
Lara laughed and nodded, grabbing the clothes but not sure where exactly to go.
“Bathroom is down the hall to the right, my shower is broken right now otherwise I’d let you hop in, but the sink works and there’s some washcloths in the linen closet.” She pointed with the wooden spoon in her hand.
Lara entered the bathroom and stared at herself for a couple moments. She wanted to cry but there was nothing left in her. No emotion, no tears, nothing. If anything this entire night felt like a fever dream.
Grabbing one of the washcloths, she began to let the water run and wipe herself down from the blood and dirt currently stuck on her being. As the towel moved down her bruised arm, her mind flashed to Jesse grabbing her and slamming her against the wall. The shriek she let out when he had her pinned against the wall filled her mind like a song would when it would get stuck in your head. Her eyes shut tight and body leaned on the counter as her head dropped. Memories kept flooding her mind as she cleaned off the blood and it drained out into the sink.
“You think you can just show up because you have nowhere to go? We broke up a month ago, Lara.” Jesse said, storming through the house.
“I literally have nowhere else to go. I got kicked out of my old place. I have like no money because you took all of my savings and spent it on bullshit!” She said with an attitude as she chased behind him in the house.
Lara thought this was what rock bottom looked like. Begging her shitty ex for a place to live. But looking back this moment might have been the least cringey of the day.
“What a low life like you? No friends? Nowhere to go? Shocking.” He scoffed and pushed past her shoulder aggressively.
Standing in the kitchen looking around, she realized there was no reason to be begging for anything from this man. He didn’t help her when they were together, he obviously wasn’t going to help her now. At this point she figured she’d try her luck at a shelter or try and get some money for a motel, you know, take things day by day.
“Whatever I’m out of here” The attitude still dripping from her tone, rightfully so. Adding a nice eye roll and head shake as she walked by him, giving him the same shoulder check he just delivered to her.
“You and that fucking attitude.” And with that statement his hand gripped the girl's arm practically cutting off her circulation and slammed her against the wall which caused her to shriek.
The constraint he held on her was so tight that she could feel her skin bruising as the seconds passed. She felt her heart racing similar to when you’d get your blood pressure taken although if things kept up like this her vital signs would be non-existent. When she shrieked his hands moved to her mouth and then down to her neck restraining her from screaming anymore but also crushing any way for air to make it down to her lungs.
“I always told you that mouth was going to get you into trouble.”
She scrambled her hands around and came across something on the counter. The hesitation that consumed her was probably the last bit of innocence she had left in her. Lara knew what was in her hand was a butcher's knife and the damage it would do could be irreparable, but as she realized there wasn’t a single breath of air coming through her, she just went for it. Stabbing the knife into the man’s body and almost immediately he fell to the ground letting her go to slide down the wall.
“You stupid bitch.” He spat as he lay on the ground. His next move was where he made the mistake that took his life. Taking the knife out, he bled out within seconds. Not able to say anything, just fight for air like Lara was moments ago.
Lara sobbed. Not for the loss of his life but for the fact that she had caused someone's loss of life.
Lara exited the bathroom with her change of clothes on. As she entered the kitchen she saw the plate of food on the island waiting for her and Frankie scrolling on her iPad as she sat on the counter.
“Thanks.” Lara said as she dug into the food, not holding back, there was only so long a candy bar and bag of peanuts could hold someone over.
Frankie smiled and let the girl eat in peace while she also ate a plate of food. Eventually the two began small talk, which turned into friendly talk about their past. They weren’t complete strangers, the two had known each other when they were younger teenagers. They were friends in fact, but once things started to go down hill with her family, Frankie was one of the people that Lara pushed away with ease.
“So why are you in Oakland?” Lara asked as she leaned back in the bar height chair with her now empty plate in front of her.
“Finishing up my last semesters of school before I come back down. I’m surprised my dad didn’t mention it on the way over. He’s counting down the days until I’m home.”
“If it means anything, he didn’t really mention much on the ride. He hasn’t changed at all.” Lara smiled.
“They never do.” Frankie said with deeper meaning behind her words but keeping the conversation going so the statement went by in passing.
“Must be nice to have him want you around. Bishop practically pushed me out the door when Aiden died.”
The mention of Lara’s dead brother was said with no emotion and such ease, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed to Frankie.
“Although they live a very similar life, there are differences, being the president of a MC versus a member, even an office patch.” Frankie explained. “I’m sure he did what he thought was right, but that probably didn’t feel good for you.” She validated the girl.
“Just very accustomed to losing people, you know.”
“This life, being the daughter of– whatever the fuck you want to call it, the MC, of an outlaw, it’s very… unique.” Frankie explained.
“Unique is what you describe something from a thrift store, this life, is fucking traumatizing.” Lara bluntly said.
“I’m used to being the only blunt person around.” Frankie laughed.
“I guess you met your match.” Lara raised her eyebrows.
“Match made in hell.” Frankie retorted and both girls laughed.
The two of them did dishes and wiped the counters down as they talked and just bullshit the rest of the night away until both of them decided to retreat to the living room. Both of them sat on the couch and watched some late night cartoon that was on TV but neither of them were truly watching it, they were both in their own thoughts. Lara digesting the events that happened earlier while Frankie digested the best way to handle everything moving forward.
“I’m sure they deserved it, you know.” Frankie said to break the silence, not expecting a reply. “Not sure what happened but in most cases, it’s usually you or them. And you gotta put yourself first cause otherwise, no one else will.” Frankie added on. “You don’t have to talk about it, yet. But if you want to, I’m here.” Frankie paused before taking her eyes off the girl and back to the TV.
Lara didn’t give an answer, a trait she carried over from her father, but simply draped the blanket she had on over Frankie’s legs to show her she was thankful and appreciative of her and the two sat in silence for the rest of the night letting their thoughts ruminate and their friendship blossom.
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Contaminated (Prologue)
Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)
A/N: First off THANK YOU to everyone’s feedback!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first chapter of this story!! It means the world to me!!! My heart is so full. <3 Another HUGE thank you to @drabbles-mc also! If you’re not following her definitely check out her work, her writing is top tier and honestly she is just the best. This is just a little prologue summary situation. I’ll be posting Chapter 2 (and potentially chapter 3?) later tonight along with some new OC moodboards of some characters you’re going to meet but hope this holds you over until then!
Chapter Index
TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, again t r a u m a.
Word Count: 534 words
Contaminated Taglist: @est1887 (Let me know if you want to be added)
A lot can happen during a lifetime, for Lara Barrera Losa a lot happened in the first quarter of her lifetime. By the time she turned 25 she had lost her mother, her little brother, and the close connection she shared with her step-mother.
As a young teenager her family moved around a lot due to her father’s work with her uncle, so she had grown up familiar with loss. First, losing her mom at the age of 5, then the loss of control when her father had decided to remarry, then that was followed by the loss of friends through each move. This was constant until Bishop had eventually decided to settle them in Santo Padre.
Luckily, as time passed, Lara grew close with her step-mother, Antonia. She was someone that stepped in and not only proved herself loyal to the girl, but she helped heal her and essentially raise her.
Lara thought the feeling of loss would be one of the past. She had found friendship in Francesca Loza, Frankie, as most people called her, all while Bishop got deep into the MC life. Frankie was the one person who understood the lifestyle Lara now lived. Being the daughter of an outlaw was unique to say the least, but some of the best friendships are formed through the strangest bonds.
But loss, it followed Lara like a lost puppy. Aiden, her little brother, had died in a tragic car accident. That alone drove a wedge into the family. The pain became unbearable, for all of them. Bishop, Antonia, and Lara. Soon enough, all of them just consumed themselves with other things. Lara with secluding herself, Bishop with the club, and Antonia with becoming the town’s mayor which just pushed the wedge deeper. An outlaw and a government official wasn’t exactly the leader in power couples, it was more of a guaranteed relationship failure. Eventually, the two had divorced and although Lara talked to the woman often, things were never the same.
Bishop didn’t stop pushing people away with Antonia. He couldn’t look at Lara without seeing her late mother, without seeing Aiden, hell, without seeing Antonia in her actions. The lack of attention and love was enough to make Lara leave and go right into the arms of potentially the worst mistake she’d make in her life. Bishop let it happen, he wasn’t a strict parent to begin with and with his mind elsewhere he didn’t have the energy to argue. But if he knew who she was getting involved with, maybe that would have changed things.
Fast forward some time, after Lara thought she lost everything she possibly could, she then lost an innocence in her she didn’t know she even possessed, the innocence of never killing someone.
Now, Lara was back and living in the town that she swore she’d leave, the town she swore was cursed. It was only supposed to be temporary, she was just going to stay until her father had gotten back on his feet, but that never truly happened. So here she was, back in Santo Padre, where everywhere she looked was a memory ready to haunt her, and new memories ready to be made.
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Lara Barrera Losa.
“you wanna get to know me? i’m fucking contaminated. i can’t be helped.”
Meet Lara. Bishop’s daughter. Fic coming soon.
In the meantime stream The Lara Losa Playlist here.
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